"So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, all giggle, blush, half pertness, and half pout."

George Gordan Noel Byron

Section II

Lovina was used to two different men. Men who were way overly flamboyant, men like Francis. And then, men who seemingly had no brains. Her prime example was Antonio for that. The country of passion was really all that he claimed to be. Passion. Passionate kisses, passionate hugs, passionate compliments. But that was all to it. There was no logic to it. Netherlands seemed to be nearly the complete opposite of Spain. Spain was cheerful, always smiling, always a moron. Netherlands was silent, calm, solemn, and in all her years Lovina could not recall seeing Netherlands ever smiling. She was lucky to ever even slightly catch him smirk or even turn his lips upward a bit, but she knew if she ever saw him grinning, she better go to the confessionals and repent.

Netherlands was not like any man Lovina had encountered. He was logical, and private, much like Germany. But he also strived for individualism, unlike Germany, but similar to Sweden. He had a rather short temper, unlike Sweden but similar to Denmark. Netherlands just had so much complexity it was difficult to keep up. It was new. It was interesting. But something about it, knowing all those things about Netherlands, made Lovina hesitate. Even when she was younger. She used to be scared of him.

Netherlands would sometimes go into fits of rage, not exactly violent, but he gaze would hold all of his anger and he would just radiate negativity. He had so much anger it trumped Lovina's childhood rebel stage ten times over. Belgium often reassured her it wasn't anybody who was particularly ticking him off, just his views of things. And Lovina believed her. Lovina believed it wasn't Spain's control. That it wasn't being forced to submit or be dependant.

So she was confused with this interaction, because she couldn't hide behind anger or violence like she normally did. After Netherlands poked her forehead he walked back and he gazed at each of the paintings before he finally turned again and went into the kitchen. This was bad. Lovina felt somewhat responsible. She accidentally let Netherlands in; if he trashed the house she knew Veronica would be upset. If he did, she had the thought maybe she could blame anything on a rabid raccoon. Did raccoons exist in Belgium?

"I need a drink." Netherlands mumbled as he opened the fridge like he owned the place. Lovina stood at the doorway, a look of shock etched on her face. Fearing he'd find the beer Belgium hid at the back of the fridge, she immediately rushed to the end table in the living room and grabbed her bottled water. This is fucking bullshit. She thought to herself. It was, but she didn't want to be fucking beat by saying it aloud.

"Here, take it." Lovina said; Netherlands looked up from his search in his sister's fridge and at the auburn-haired girl, rudely holding out her bottle water to him. Netherlands stood up, towering once more over Lovina and he took it, unscrewing the cap and taking a long gulp. Lovina scoffed and crossed her arms.

"You better not fucking backwash, don't be a fucking pig." Netherlands could have argued with her. Say that she was the pig with that mouth of hers. But, he didn't think it was really worth the stress to waste more weed on. Which; was a very good argument to himself by his standards. Netherlands wanted to have some fun though. Something to get his mind off some things. He finished and handed back the bottle.

"And what if I did?" Netherlands smirked slightly. Lovina stared straight at him, then glanced to her bottle, then stared at Netherlands again, unable to tell if he was really kidding or not. But her eyes narrowed.

"Then I'll fucking bury you in the damn backyard." She threatened and tossed the bottle back, which Netherlands surprisingly caught. For a pothead, he definitely had some fast reflexes on him. Netherlands smirked just a bit at her.

"Feisty one aren't you?" Netherlands commented and proceeded to walk back to the living room. Lovina could feel herself flush and her eyes widen with humiliation and objection. How dare he say a thing like that to her! She felt like punching him in the face. But as she took a light step, Netherlands turned around, making her freeze and now panic. Fuck, just what the fuck is he going to do now? He snorted fucking crack didn't he? He's going to fucking snap isn't he! And Belgium's going to get home with my brains all over the damn walls. She really needed to stop freaking herself out. But it was a little difficult with Netherlands stomping around with that cold face of his.

"…You're lucky I don't hit women." Netherlands said to her. Lovina could feel herself sweating under his gaze. He turned around and kept walking, and Lovina felt herself start to breathe again. He was such a fucking freak. He was a pedophile and a used all types of shady drugs. She furrowed her brows and looked at him from the distance. She crossed her arms and walked in the living room, leaning against the frame of the roman arch.

"So it's luck?" Lovina said softly. Apparently, it wasn't soft enough. Netherlands turned his head, a bit confused, but his face still didn't reveal much if anything on what he felt.

"What?" He asked. Lovina jumped a bit, uncomfortable with his bluish green eyes on her.

"It's none of your fucking business." Lovina shot back. Netherlands stared at her for a while, and she prepared some curses and phrases to use against him when he persisted. But he didn't. Her prideful feeling of being able to cuss him out were automatically shut down as Netherlands just went silent and started to look around. But… that wasn't supposed to be how it played out. He was supposed to keep asking her to tell him what was going on, what was on her mind. Not be silent after she tells him off. If it were Spain… Just stop right-fucking-there. She had to firmly say to herself. This wasn't Spain. Spain groveled at her feet for her love, for her to even look at him. He gave her all the power.

She wasn't used to being so… rejected for attention. Netherlands' passiveness annoyed the shit out of her. He really didn't care if he knew everything about her or not. He seemed to really not even want her attention. It was certainly something she wasn't used to. But why the fuck did she even care? It's not like she cared if she had his attention or interest or anything. But fuck, you could be less of an asshole? She thought.

"You know, a big fucker like you, you think you could at least beat that stupid bastard, Germany at football." And that, with Lovina's always-lovely comments, the shit hit the fan. Netherlands' eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from crouching over to mess with a couple of buttons on Belgium's DVD player and he stalked over to where Lovina was. And angry Lovina being Lovina, for once held her ground. Seeing who would bluff-out first.

"He cheated." Netherlands hissed out. Lovina narrowed her emerald eyes at the Dutchman. Something told her she shouldn't use his defeat by Germany as an insult, but she just couldn't help herself. Not when she was getting such a big reaction.

"Having more fucking skills than you doesn't qualify as fucking cheating." Lovina said, sticking her nose up. But after actually letting her words sink in, her Italian brain registered she actually complimented the potato bastard. Her head snapped back down and her eyes narrowed.

"Actually, I take that the fuck back; I actually would have preferred you won than stupid Germany." The Italian corrected herself, closing her eyes in a stuck-up manner. What surprised her wasn't Netherlands staring at her blankly yet again, but what surprised her was when he roughly grabbed her earlobe. Something she's only ever seen Austria do.

"OW!" Lovina yelped from the sudden pain, but she didn't dare and struggle. Netherlands still wore the blank look as Lovina flailed her arms about; trying to give every indication she was in pain.

"Hey! Where do you fucking get off! Fuck you! Fucking let go!" Lovina screeched. She flailed her arms around, careful as to not tug against Netherland's seemingly death-grip hold on her. Finally, after hearing a soft chuckle over her curses and swears to bury him in the rose garden, he let her go and Lovina retreated like a kicked dog.

"Fucking asshole!" Lovina cursed; holding and rubbing her ear. Netherlands smiled slightly.

"It's fun to mess with you." Netherlands said, making Lovina scowl.

"You-!" She wanted to call him all sorts of names, all sorts of insults she kept in her arsenal for whenever Spain got her really pissed off. But she didn't even get the chance to.

"What the hell is going on here?"

I know, dolls. I hate cliffhangers too. I loved all the good feedback I got! I'm in love with this couple and this story now! Haha. I love RP-ing on twitter. So much. I hit so much drama recently it's a good place to go to to just de-stress. LOL. I noticed though some things are out of order from how me and my friend Netherlands tweeted, but this way I think it flows just a bit better. And I'm added a couple of stuff to make the story last a bit longer. XD

Reviews are appreciated!