A/N: I apologize for this taking so long! But I've decided NOT to do the Denmark Norway one...I don't know why, but I just can't do it!
"Brother!" little Belgium shouted, chasing after Netherlands. He turned around and grunted, seeing Spain following her.
"What is it?" he questioned while sending Spain an icey glare.
"You should come over to Spain's house!" Belgium insisted, green eyes shimmering with happiness. "He's going to make churros!"
Netherlands grabbed Belgium's hand and pulled her behind him.
"Don't spend any more time with Spain. He's nothing but trouble!"
Belgium looked down sadly, but began to walk home. Netherlands smiled softly. He hated to see her so sad, but really, he didn't want to see her get hurt.