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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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De Wallen [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 05:45 am (UTC)(link)He rides his bike there, because that's how he always travels. Even though it's the next day, the Netherlands is extremely agitated still, so much he blew off a meeting with his boss even to arrive. He figured that his boss would probably expect it of him anyways, and as long as he's not dead—something impossible anyways—then the Netherlands will get back to him.
De Wallen is daunting and yet lit up in every color under the sun at night. He gets a whistle here and there from a girl, just another rentgirl calling out from her window to him while promising cheap prices and a good time.
He just keeps going.
Stopping his bicycle outside of a glorified brothel, he locks it up tight with a thick chain, trying to appear casual with the hood drawn and overshadowing his face and his scarf helping to obstruct his lips.
All around him, nobody else has any shame.
Down this road, there's not any of the maidens in the windows like before, though. It seems seedier and he's anxious, palms sweating. The nation normally with no shame himself walks in slowly, taking a good look around. There's patrons talking and mingling amongst some people, and a bar which is where he heads.
There's a list of prices on the bar counter and he makes his way to it, looking over it with a morbid curiosity. It doesn't matter the price, he can pay whatever it is for whatever he wants. There's even time frames, and he slides the paper away.
Even though he hasn't been here before, he feels like he should be treated like a VIP in his own country no matter the situation. They are just his citizens after all.
“Hey.” He mutters to the person behind the bar, his voice still low. “I need someone.”
The citizen looks over to him, amused, even though he himself is not near the same feeling. “I want them blonde, short hair, but not too short. Under 183 centimeters, but above 175. Around 70 kilograms. Pale, too, and glasses.”
He seems to be absorbing the information slowly as the Netherlands spouts it out, trying to form into words the fantasy of his mind.
“Eastern European, too. He has to be and sound Eastern European.”
This is the most that he's spoken in a week. He stares blankly at the other man, who still seems a bit daunted from the barrage of requests. For normal customers, sex was sex, anyone who fit their bill of attraction would do.
His palms sweat more and he's sure his forehead is going to as well. Already he wants to just get this over with. He wants to just be able to fuck someone without judgment, and he feels the judgment all around him.
“Bit specific, aren't you?”
“Do you have one or not?”
He talks about the boy he wants like he's an object, The Netherlands doesn't want to pretend like it's a human, Dehumanizing the situation desensitizes it, and he's getting more anxious every coming second.
“I think all our Eastern Europeans must be taken.” The Netherlands grimaces. “There's always an escort service you can call.”
He knows what it really is—they're partnered with them to be able to send rentboys all over his country to spend nights with lonely tourists and businessmen. Undoubtedly it'll be expensive and the man behind the bar is getting a cut, which is why he looks completely unfathomed by this.
“Fine then. Let me see a phone. I don't live right around the corner or something and I don't want to have to get back and wait for an hour.”
The truth was he didn't want to call an escort service from his own phone. Something like that coming up on his phone bill wasn't something he needed. The guy took out a phone, sliding it across to him, and the Netherlands picked it up.
It was already risky enough having someone sent to his house, but hopefully he'd be able to pass it off to his neighbors as if it's the Estonian business partner himself. They wouldn't look down upon that. Just some night time business deals in a city that never sleeps.
De Wallen [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)Over and over he insists he'd pay cash because he can't give up his credit card. He can't afford them charging it, the slimmest possibility to find out who he is there. It at least gets them to shut up when he says he'll pay another fifty euro, and they come to believe he has the cash. He feels nearly sick to his stomach at how much money he's sinking away. If the boy isn't perfect he'll send him right back out.
Hanging up the phone, he placed it back over to where it was.
The ride home was entirely uneventful. The sky was darkened, just as it had been when he started his journey. Nothing could stop his mind from reeling.
This would get it out of his system. His great and understanding nation made all of this legal, anyway, all that meant to him was it was easier for him to get what he needed. Under normal circumstances, he'd never stoop as low as to use an escort service—it was usually just the old, the bored and boring businessman, or those with rather exclusive preferences.
By the time he was back at his flat, there was at least still ten minutes left. It was just enough time for him to hide everything that could possibly identify him, from pictures to documents. He wasn't a sentimental man anyways, there hadn't been much around, but what there was, he shoved into his sock drawer hidden away.
When he finished, there was someone knocking on the door.
Dutifully he hurried to answer it, clutching six and a half hundred euro. When he opened the door, he wasn't disappointed.
They didn't have the same bowl cut hairstyle, but he could easily overlook that, the length was nearly the same. The glasses were rimmed with a thick black plastic as well, and although it bothered him in away that the escort didn't look like a nerd who had fallen on hard times, he was close enough.
He ushered them in without a word, handing the money over unceremoniously.
The only thing he had to say was “Where are you from?”, and the boy was a little taken aback.
“...From the Ukraine.” There was a thick Slavic accent with the word, Home of the blonde and usually large chested didn't bother him, Even if his explorer's spirit was lamenting that Slavic and Baltic weren't the same thing, the boy would still sound close enough while he was on his knees.
“Now you're from Estonia. Got it?” He turned back around at the kid, the money already tucked away in some pocket as the blonde stripped himself of his jacket. He was nodding, nervous, and the Netherlands figured he could work with this.
Re: De Wallen [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)He hated waking up to the sound of someone knocking at his front door.
After a night of shameful fucking, he'd finally fallen asleep... Glancing at the clock, he realized, only two hours ago, somewhere around four am.
The exhausted and worn out escort boy—that the Netherlands told to jerk off so he could watch, who didn't quite match up to the blow job fantasy in his mind, whose cum had tasted somewhat bitter before he tied him up to fuck, all while stammering slurs about how much of a faggot he was and wanting to wring his neck—wasn't due to leave for another four hours.
He groaned and shut his eyes, but this wasn't just some alarm clock that he could control. The knocking didn't stop. The boy beside him with rope marks on his wrist was waking up as well, groaning and shuffling around.
“Are you going to get that?”
If anything, when he gets out of bed and stands up to find a pair of boxer shorts, it's because he doesn't want to have to hear the other man's voice anymore. Waking up next a man isn't something that he wants to have to do again. Still, the Netherlands wickedly considers fucking him again before letting him on his way.
Just to deal with the plight of the person knocking on the door.
He pulls on an orange pair of underwear and leisurely walks, wincing at the pounding feeling his head endures each time there's knocking. By the time he reaches it, he's rather pissed, especially since no one he can think of would have the audacity to do this.
When he opens the door, he's greeted with the sight of an Eastern European, and he's thoroughly upset. They both are, by the looks of it.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“No! What's yours?” Estonia immediately retorts, pushing the man back into his own home and walking in. He doesn't even notice the fresh bite marks along the other man's skin, a kink the rentboy gladly indulged him in. “We need to talk. We need to discuss business! But this is seemingly impossible for you to get along with someone for two seconds! You think that I don't know what you're up to?”
The Netherlands pauses.
Estonia glares at him with blue-green eyes, steely and focused.
“I know exactly what you're up to. You don't think that this deal would benefit me too? A chance to be involved with one of the most important European countries! But this means that you have to talk to me!”
“Now isn't the time.” He's starting to get a headache, a scowl on his lips and he places his hand in front of his eyes. He winces and grimaces, wishing the Estonian would just shut up.
“No! We need to talk.”
“Then let's fucking talk later!”
“So you can turn me away again? That isn't going to work for me, Holland.”
“I don't care if it works for you!” He removes his hand from his eyes, reaching out to grab the Estonian's shoulders. He bunches up the fabric as he clutches it, stepping close enough to shove Estonia back against the wall. “You need to come back later.”
The blonde is shocked, although he gives more of a hurt look, his eyes narrowed and his lips parted just slightly as his chest heaves.
There's just something about the anger that stirs up the Dutchman. He starts to feel in the pit of his stomach that Estonia must have only come by at this ungodly hour to catch him off guard and undressed, and this entire time he's probably been relishing being greeted by tanned and muscled skin.
Estonia, on the other hand, has only been seeing the other as entirely unprofessional. His back against the wall and his hands clenched doesn't help. He glares at the Netherlands, goosebumps rising on his skin.
He's not expecting it in the least bit when the other steps closer and kisses him hard, to where he's trying to pull his head away but the Dutchman just follows. Estonia is grimacing, not enjoying the feel of the tongue running along his lips.
The Netherlands takes his time, sliding his tongue into the wet cavern of the other's mouth and it's so much better than the whore, but he still wants to move his hands against the blonde's neck and kill him in cold blood.
Re: De Wallen [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 05:58 am (UTC)(link)Estonia stands there shocked and wondering what in the world is going on still, even as the Dutchman speaks. Especially as he speaks.
“That's what you came over for, right? You and your fucking kind are so pathetic.”
It doesn't matter that when he hears 'your kind', Estonia assumes that he means the Estonians as opposed to anything else. It still makes him angry, angry enough to pull away and connect his balled fist against the Netherlands' face.
The punch is enough of a shock to make him let go of the smaller boy's shoulders, and while in no way Estonia could match up to him, it still hurt. He rubs his face as he stares, that indignant look not doing anything for him.
The Netherlands doesn't even hear the other set of footsteps before it's too late,
His eyes go toward the Ukrainian rentboy (clad in underwear) just as Eduard's do, and Eduard isn't too shocked to see past the resemblance they have. The other boy looks him over quickly, sizing him up, before turning to the Netherlands.
“Were we done?”
“No.”
He tilts his head back to the bedroom. The Ukrainian knows his time isn't up yet anyways, so he gives up his hope of an early takeoff and heads back to the bedroom.
Eduard grimaces, turning back to the Netherlands.
“Don't give me that look,” he warns, “I'm not homosexual.”
“...I don't care.”
“I never fucked him!”
“Please, just stop telling me what you do or don't do.” He's looking more aggravated by the second, wiping his lips off by the back of his hand.
His denial was even stronger. There was just too much shame haunting him, he didn't want the Estonian judging him in the same ways that he did. He's his own worst nightmare right now, and he couldn't feel worse if Estonia had walked in on him in bed with another man.
“But you don't get it! I'm not, I know what it looks like but I'm not! You have to believe me, Eduard, you have to.” He uses the country's human name, hoping to ease in more sympathy and understanding.
“...Then why did you kiss me?” It doesn't match up to him. His knuckles still ache from hitting the other.
“Because that was what you wanted! And I wanted you to leave me alone!”
“...Netherlands. That wasn't why I came over. I don't care if you're gay or straight or into small animals for God's sake! As long as you stop acting crazy. We have business to...”
“No! It's not the same thing! You have to believe me!” He'd rather be seen as crazy than as gay, and his face is flushed a dark red, staring away from Estonia. “I'm not... that... way...”
He shut his eyes, as the Estonian pursed his lips and sighed. Estonia doesn't even want to question the citizen in the other nation's home, or why he must act entirely insane. But when he looks to the western nation, the supposedly stronger one, he just sees a defeated man.
“Why does it matter?”
“It matters a lot. It just does!”
He's angry and in his mind, he can recall a time, his little sister Belgium taunting him. She made remarks about how he was always gone, traveling by sea with other men for so long—it must have meant that he liked men.
He couldn't have been too old, only a couple hundred years, as was she. The words stuck so long with him, her expressing it was gross and wrong and he just tried to brush it off. She was wrong, of course she was wrong, he was her big brother, he wasn't supposed to do anything that would disgust her. He had to be a role model. There had to be something separating him from that disgusting Spaniard.
The Netherlands swallows, opening his eyes and looking strangely calm at Estonia. He grew up shunning the blatant homosexuality of other nations, of people, and he couldn't bear the thought of having feelings like that.
De Wallen [8/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 05:58 am (UTC)(link)Estonia still feels confused and lost, but he owes the other no reason to stand around and discuss things. He's disturbed still by the doppelganger hanging around outside, and he bites down on his bottom lip.
“Are you gay?”
He pauses, melancholy spreading across his face. The ups and downs and wavering of the morning was too much, and he could only retort back in the same anger his voice has always kept.
“Aren't you?”
“The only thing I am is Estonia.”
The Dutchman balls up his fist again. It's too profound, and Estonia certainly looks younger, young enough to forget he's well over a thousand years old. Without another look to him, the blonde northerner turns around, heading briskly out of the room finally.
He stops only for a moment at the door, tilting his head but not turning it back.
“I expect to see you at noon where we met originally for another meeting. Leave all your nonsense behind.”
When he leaves it only brings more anger. The Netherlands hits the wall, the closest thing to him, gritting his teeth as his chest heaves.
He's managed to suppress himself for so long, he can't stop now.
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I dunno what to say. |D; authoranon did actually research and look into the Netherlands' sex industry, and that price is actually correct for an overnight gay prostitute. ;D fun fact but apparently like 70%~ of their sex workers come from either Eastern Europe or Asia.
Not that calling Estonia 'eastern europe' is really correct I'm sorrythere will be more too =w= Glad everyone was liking this so far, hope you all continue to do so ;;;
Re: De Wallen [8/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 07:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: De Wallen [8/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 09:29 am (UTC)(link)Awesome. Just awesome, that sentence and the whole story. Can't wait for more.
Re: De Wallen [8/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 11:30 am (UTC)(link)I also loved the way you showed the confrontation! As a reader, I kept wincing as things turned from bad to worse, and yet, the dialogue and reactions were so deliciously realistic...I hope we see more of Belgium and Spain, possibly the source of Netherlands' issues.
In the meantime, keep bringing the badass!Estonia on!
Re: De Wallen [8/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)This is really awesome. Keep up the good work!
De Wallen [9/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-06 01:39 am (UTC)(link)I'm glad everyone is liking this still >w< Thank you for your wonderful feedback, guys<3
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He lays on his bed, stares at the ceiling, and he reflects.
There hasn't been a lot of time for that, this past hundred years or so. There were no more over a month long ship rides, no relaxing back in a hot and sticky Asian climate while his younger wards brought him strange fruits to eat, and certainly no more resting after a hard day of harvesting with Belgium and Luxembourg. These days you could take a flight to anywhere in the world, an uncomfortable and cramped plane ride would bring you to your next location where even the smallest of places would be trying to emulate a bustling metropolis.
That was one of the reasons he liked to travel. It let him clear his mind, and in other places, there was always something new to find. He glanced at the clock, there was still plenty of time. He wouldn't be getting any of the sleep that he needed, though.
Since Belgium's wayward comments, he always tried to emulate the men around him when he was in the Netherlands. Real Dutch men married young and did whatever they could to take care of their brides, and inevitably, their children. They worked hard and tilled fields even afterward, and they weren't afraid of the water that liked to spill onto land sometimes that made the young Netherlands' stomach churn and so dizzy he couldn't stand.
They taught their sons their trades, and seemed to never consider another man for having relations with. Belgium seemed to respect them enough, not like she respected him.
In Japan, his favorite hideaway, things were nearly the same. Men lived by unwritten codes and with honor till their last moment, and he found himself very fascinated by Kiku's life.
The shy, black haired nation would show him around, and in truth he had more interest in his culture than any of his wards'. There was even theatre, kabuki, something that he would almost beg Japan to bring him to.
He even found out through tidbits of conversation that the theatre cast weren't only just there for show and to be pretty, but sometimes provided other services. Japan had embarrassingly admitted it, in that way he had of saying a mountain of words just for a 'yes' or 'no'.
His stomach soured when he thought back to it. He thought maybe he'd fallen in love with one of the witty and beautiful actresses, entranced and enthralled by her each and every performance that he just couldn't pass up the chance. He'd capture her with charm and bring her back to the Netherlands, but, the next word in Japanese he quickly learned was onnagata. His beautiful actress was no more than a man in a wig with soft features and a woman's kimono.
Even hundreds of years later, he could still sulk about the fact. When he was younger, he'd been too shocked at the revelation. He hadn't even considered he was gay.
As an explorer, exploring Europe was too mundane for his tastes. The first time he met Estonia, he recalls, wasn't even more than a few decades ago. He must have been at world meetings dozens of times—overshadowed by the larger, platinum-haired Russian—not able to speak for his own interests and told to keep quiet and look happy so the rest of the world would beg to be communist.
But it was this one meeting, the one particular one that made the Netherlands start to pay attention. Russia had just suggested an end to the Cold War to America—the room was always so tense because of them, on top of everyone being nervous around Germany--one that was practically saying for the United States to bend to his every whim.
Estonia, on the other hand, ever paying attention while his brothers trembled, remarked it was the stupidest idea since his last suggestion. Whether he'd been thinking it absentmindedly, it slipped past his lips to silence the room.
He hadn't even bothered looking apologetic or pretending to, either. Russia's gloom darkened the room, and America begun to laugh, and Estonia looked entirely indifferent and unaware of the stares by the Netherlands.
De Wallen [10/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)The past ten years he's just been telling himself he's more interested because of business endeavors with the small country. He took a vested interest in helping him join the EU, always showered him with business and trade—not as much as Finland, Sweden or Denmark, it simply would stop being profitable, and he couldn't take that much of a risk in anyone—and in truth, he just adored the folksy music of the other.
But now, he looks at the clock again, he's probably screwed everything up beyond repair by the tirade this morning they got into.
He gets up from bed, and he heads to his closet to get dressed.
It's still hitting him bad and it hurts as he thinks he may have feelings for another man.
He messes with his hair in the mirror, making sure it's the exact way that he wants it. He heads out of his home, taking his bicycle. The café isn't far from his home, it's one of his favorite locations, and he makes his way there quickly.
Already he can spot the Estonian, sitting around with a book open and sipping at a coffee he's half through with already. Bracing himself, he heads inside, ordering a coffee as well before the other can notice his presence. He pays for it and carries it across the small establishment.
Heading right to the Estonian's table, he sits across from him, Estonia glances up, closes his book and sets it to the side.
“Goedemorgen.”
Hearing the blonde try to use his language makes him want to smile, but he doesn't allow himself the pleasure. He takes a sip of coffee and realizes he'd forgotten the business documents, since business was the last thing on his mind, and he fears getting yelled at again.
“Y-yeah. Hey.” The Netherlands murmurs, setting his coffee back down. He watches the blonde fold his hands together on the table, and he frowns slowly. “This morning... I didn't... Mean any of that.”
It's not an apology, and he'd never apologize, but Estonia nods slightly. He has that ever present ring on his hand, and the Netherlands reaches over and takes his hand lightly. He runs a finger across the metal, looking at the Estonian that is clearly trying to mask his stoicism.
“Do you have a boyfriend or something?”
“What? Holla--”
“The ring.”
He glances down at his own ring, nothing that he's ever paid much attention to before, it's just always been there. In truth, that's the reason it is there, to ward off any potential attention, not to draw attention to it.
“No. Now, about those papers--”
“I didn't bring them.” He keeps interrupting the other, setting his hand back on the table. He feels stupid and childish for everything that happened, and he's just now starting to think and accept there's a reason why the other can make him feel as small as Sealand. “I want to talk about something else.”
The cold fingers beneath his grasp are flexing just barely, muscles twitching and the Netherlands holds his hand slightly tighter. Eduard's looking away, a patient look on his face, and the Netherlands just looks down at their hands together.
“I'd like it if you stayed here a little longer than planned. I'd like to get to know you.” He's not outright asking for a date or for the other man's heart, It might be a little unorthodox for a real man to ask for a friend, but he's trying. “Just forget everything that happened this morning. Let's start anew.”
Estonia looks at him a little uneasy, but he nods.
“I think you're... I'd like to spend time with you.”
The blonde not-quite-teenaged nation places his other hand on top of the Netherlands', looking at him apologetically. “Holland, I'm sure despite... Whatever you're going through right now, you're a very nice man... But... I know you think it of me, but really.” He pats the hand. “I'm not gay.”
“I... That's fine! I'm not either.”
De Wallen [11/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-06 01:47 am (UTC)(link)“What?” He repeats it because it just sounds so unbelievable. “What? Asexual? But if it's just that you've had bad experiences before, then maybe the right person--”
“I had bad experiences because I was, for the most part.”
“You're joking, right? I get it! You just don't like this either, and all that stuff you were talking about before about being accepting and shit--”
“Holland. Please, calm down. That's not it at all. You're a wonderful man, But just...” He readjusts his glasses, frowning and looking around awkwardly, patting the Dutchman's hand.
“The truth is that I've just never had a sexual attraction to anyone. And you... obviously have those urges, it wouldn't be right to just let you think all this time that maybe you have a chance if I did stick around...”
The western nation takes away his hand, standing up and leaving his mostly untouched coffee. Looking down at Estonia, there's not even anything he can think of to say. He swallows the lump in his throat, first and foremost.
“I'll e-mail the documents to you.”
He heads back outside as quickly as he entered the café, leaving confusion behind in his absence. It's not as if he even knew what he was expecting as he went in, but he wasn't expecting nothing.
Unlocking his bicycle, he sits and holds on to the handlebars in quiet reflection. Part of him doesn't want to leave, but he's starting to until he feels a hand press against his shoulder. He looks up and notices the Estonian, although he quickly averts his eyes away.
The blonde slides both arms around his shoulders, leaning down and trying to pull the Dutchman closer. He leans closer and presses his lips to the surprised brunette's, giving him an apologetic half-smile as he pulls out of the chaste kiss just as quick. “Estland...” He mutters softly, furrowing his brow as he looks up at the other. “I thought you said you weren't into sex and all.”
Estonia pulls one of his hands away just in time to laugh into it, clearly flustered before he can come up with a witty retort. “But this isn't sex, is it?” The Netherlands doesn't respond to that, and Estonia places a hand lightly back on his cheek. In encouragement, he strokes his thumb lightly against skin. “Holland, I really do think you're a nice man. If only it would be fair to you still, I might.. Have agreed to stay around. I just think you have some things going on in your life... That you need to take care of yourself. Not worry and think about me.”
It's not the worse advice he's ever gotten, and he can't really argue against it. He's a bit happy at the small kiss, even though he then immediately starts to fret that he's so out in the open and someone could have seen.
“I hope you get everything situated.”
He nods, wrapping an arm around the Estonian in a quick psuedo-hug.
In reality though, his stomach is souring because he knows it means the next step would be to see his sister.
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I had to rewrite most of this because of a program crash. orz.
some small notes:
an 'onnagata' is a Kabuki actor who plays the roll of women. from what I've seen, Kabuki actors as well were also available for.. after-hour services.
The little tidbits of Dutch-Estonian relations are also true.
Also, I hope that OP doesn't mind I kind of used this to touch on more kind of sexual identity issues either, with the asexuality. D: Asexual doesn't even really mean that they shun relationships, rather just having no interest whatsoever in sex.
And yessss. Belgium and such coming up~
Re: De Wallen [11/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-06 02:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: De Wallen [11/?]
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(Anonymous) 2010-12-07 12:07 am (UTC)(link)De Wallen [12/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-31 09:24 am (UTC)(link)Already the Netherlands has been in Antwerp and Brussels, with his little sister not to be found anywhere. He's getting frustrated and angry with her, since he knows for a fact that she wasn't supposed to be off doing anything else.
No big meetings, or he'd be there too. No holiday, or she would have had the fucking decency to pick up a phone and inform him—or, more likely, Luxembourg, who would have informed him as well.
He makes his smallest sibling his next step, already angry and bitter that it seems he would have been better off all along just forcing them to live in his home, if he'd never let Belgium leave again...
Luxembourg and Belgium are too scenic for their own good.
He ignores his younger brother's citizens, chattering away in all their different languages, and he certainly ignores the heavy Portuguese influence since to him, Portugal was no different from his older brother.
Striding up to the front door, the Netherlands knocks, bitter expression on his face even when he's met by the other blonde.
“Broer?” The teenaged nation looks out of sorts, blonde hair messily trussed, his clothes disheveled and his eyes bleary. The Netherlands checks his watch, it's well past noon, and it wasn't like his brother to sleep in late. “It's nice to see you! But... What are you doing--”
The Dutchman pushes the door open wider heading inside to look around the place curiously first. He hates the younger man for all the wealth that he's accumulated, He's in no way modest with it either, his house decorated in nice things and the Netherlands grimaces as he looks around. “I was trying to find Belgium.” His eyes settle back on his sibling, busy trying to fix his hair.
“Belgium?...”
“Luxembourg.” The voice comes from the hall, and both nations look over. The Netherlands' immediately sneers as he sees the French nation, leaning against the wall with the lewd look on his face as he tries to beckon over his brother. “I didn't know you were having company. I could have cooked something!”
“Non, that wouldn't have been necessary, I didn't know he was coming over either...” He gives an apologetic look to his older brother before hurrying over and speaking in hushed French with the wavy-haired blonde, and the Netherlands can't help but to think he hates that language. He absolutely hates it, he wishes neither of his siblings spoke it, he can hardly get them to speak in Dutch yet they happily chatter away in French.
He scrutinizes the both of them carefully, their body language, the way that France seems to have a pleased smirk on his face as he speaks, and how Luxembourg seems to be apologetic. He takes a step closer as France puts a hand on his shoulder, before they both look over at the Dutchman and separate.
“Merci, Frankräich. Een minut?”
He rolls his eyes and taps his foot at the Luxembourgish, crossing his arms over his chest as he feels like he's severely missed something. France nods and disappears again, before Luxembourg returns to him with a smile.
“Now, ah, you were saying something about Belgium?”
“...Why is France here?”
“Ah...” He pauses, looking away, before looking back up at his brother. “You know, work, and--”
“You're not fucking that stupid whore, are you?”
It takes his younger brother by surprise, his mouth agape, but he gingerly brings a hand up to the back of his own neck, dazed by the sudden comment.
De Wallen [13/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-31 09:25 am (UTC)(link)“It...” Luxembourg shakes his head, furrowing his brow before looking back up. “It's just sex, we're not in a relationship. I'm not about to join in union with him or anything, if that's what you're concerned about.”
He closes his eyes.
In a way, he thinks that it's his fault. He always taught his siblings to not be ashamed of themselves, that sexuality was a perfectly normal thing and they shouldn't be ashamed of it—like Germany—yet nor flamboyant about it, like France.
“Luxembourg. You should not be sleeping with another man.”
The blonde tenses up, biting the inside of his mouth before chewing his lip nervously. It's been quite a while since the older nation has called him by his full name, three syllables was simply too many, he was used to being just 'Lux' or 'broer', the full word making him think that the Netherlands is upset with him.
“You do though, don't you? Why do you care?”
It stops him in cold blood, he looms over Luxembourg and grips at his shirt.
“What?”
“...D-don't you? I thought you were... You... ...I thought... Aren't you seeing--”
“Where. Is Belgium?”
His voice is forceful and commanding, he feels like he's draining his very soul into this and he wants answers now. He doesn't want to have to imagine his brother and France tangling in the bedsheets together, because all he wants to do now is destroy Lorraine and Champagne-Ardenne.
Luxembourg just shuffles, awkward, his lips drawing into a tight line. This is what the Netherlands hates about them: he clearly has a bond with Belgium, from their speaking French and their past rebellions against him. He's not really to put up with it though.
Stepping closer, he grabs the smaller nation by the shoulders. He shoves him back to the wall, grimacing and clenching his teeth.
“You better fucking tell me where she is.”
Luxembourg flinches, hard, shuddering and his knees weak.
He bows his head and he considers his options, and there really aren't manly. Looking back up, he forces the air steadily out of his lungs. “She's... on holiday.”
“Holiday?”
“...Y-yes.”
“And where is she on holiday to?” He lets go of his siblings' shoulders, At least he's gotten somewhere now, even if Luxembourg is looking like a kicked puppy.
“Spain. I'm not... really certain where, but I would have to assume that it has something to do with Antonio.” He chances staring right in his brother's eyes—he looks upset and confused, understandably--before sighing and looking away. “Now, if you excuse me... I think that I need to apologize to Francis for your behavior.”
“Whatever. Go apologize to your damn fairy.” He mumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth. Did the two of his younger siblings really hate him that much that they couldn't be bothered to share anything with him anymore? After all that he did for them, always in his mind for the best, he shoots one last hateful glare Luxembourg's way before exiting his house.
The second he stepped back into the cold Luxembourgian air, he regretted it and missed the warmth of the house already. He tried to calm his rage, but it was hard, staring at the stones in the street with a grimace. The Netherlands had half a mind to go to Spain and grab Belgium, even kicking and screaming, and drag her back where she belonged to interrogate her.
He felt stuck.
It was then that his mobile rang, and he closed his eyes. It better be her, he thought angrily, taking it from his pocket. Reopening his eyes, he realized he was met with an unfamiliar number, but with a huff he answered anyways.
There was silence.
“What.” The Dutchman finally called out, and there was a small cough on the other line.
“I... ..Hello. I was just.. wondering how things are going for you.”
He recognized the voice of the Baltic right away. The Netherlands groaned, wishing if just for one day that he could be left alone by crazy homoromantics.
“Trying to get a hold of my sister. Apparently she's in Spain. What do you really want?”
“...Just... to talk. Don't you hate Spain?”
De Wallen [14/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-31 09:26 am (UTC)(link)As if the occasional outbursts in meetings wasn't enough to tell that, he bitterly thought. Put enough people in a room with long enough histories going back together, bad things were bound to happen at some point. Tensions often did still run high between them, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out it wasn't just from the world cup.
“If you really want to just talk, just go get me ticket info to Madrid.”
It was a complete reversal of roles, the desperate trying to stay on the line and the business-minded and focused man not wanting to put up with it. How strange how quick they had changed, and Estonia took note of it.
“What... kind of tickets?”
“Whatever gets me there fastest for the cheapest.”
“...Right. You know... I have a younger sibling, too. I think if he was off... doing whatever with... Denmark, for example, that I would probably just try to give him some space instead of barging in on them.”
“You never gave Latvia rules.”
“I did. There were points I was above him, yes.”
“Is this some fucked up Estonian thing to not do what you're asked?”
There was a laugh on the other line. He pulled the mobile away from his ear, barely, staring at it with anger.
“I don't have to do a thing you say.”
He hangs up.
He actually hangs up, and the Netherlands feels scorned. He considers throwing his phone, against the hard ground or into a river perhaps. Either would work well, he finds himself fantasizing about throwing it into the Mediterranean Sea, and then his mind somehow catches on the image of fucking Spain hard up against the concrete edges of a bridge before discarding him in the same lifeless way.
Still, he hasn't taken a step away from his brother's house.
His mobile makes a sound again, and he relaxes his frozen and tensed fingers to look at it.
A text message. All that, and the Estonian has already text/ed him with three different quoted prices.
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We meet again, kink meme! o_o
Sorry about the long pause. As with most anons I kind of got swept away in to the whole.. holidays thing. I'm so sorry ;__; I hope some of you who were reading this are still hanging around somewhere. xD;;
This is just kind of an intermediary thing to show I am alive and still working!
note, since Luxembourg has been confirmed to at least be male.. I figured why not. xD; 'merci, Frankräich, een minut' is Luxembourgish for 'thank you France, one moment?'.
er. yes. /goes back to work
Re: De Wallen [14/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-31 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: De Wallen [14/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-02 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)Spain/Beligum! <3 I can't wait to see Netherlands in Spain. He seems to harbour some repressed attraction to him, considering that fantasy he had. It'll also be interesting because Spain is one of the few countries that also permits homo marriage!