Hetalia Christmas- Netherlands

"Excuse me," the voice says. You turn and see--

You turn to see someone you've only glimpsed at before. Netherlands was standing right there. You had liked him a little for a while, but you would never make a move. You barely knew the guy! He was practically a stranger to you, since you had only seen him afar before.

"U-Uh... Yes?" you say, holding your drink in your right hand, and slowly tightening the grip around it. His whole demeanor scared you slightly. It might've been the fact that when Baby America was found, Netherlands was the last person they wanted to have him.

"I'm Netherlands. I saw you standing here and decided to come see you," he says oddly fast. You understand him, but he just seemed weird about talking to you. You then remember that he was the one described as Xenophobic, or an unreasonable fear of strangers or foreigners. Why would he speak to you if he were Xenophobic? The world was a strange place full of strange people.

"I'm ________. Very nice to meet y-you," you say, unintentionally stuttering at the end.

"Hey, _____ and Netherlands!" a voice calls out. You turn and see Spain. Oh crap. Netherlands looks over before glaring at the man. You face palm and shoo Spain away. He just looks at you two, oblivious.

"Go away Spain!" Netherlands shouts at the man. Spain then walks away sadly.

"I have the feeling you don't like him," you say, even though you knew the answer. Netherlands just looked back at you and forced a smile.

"No. I don't," he states bluntly. You giggle to lighten the mood, but all it does is add tension.

"_________. Would you mind waiting for me outside after the party?" he asks, a genuine smile planting itself on his face before he adds, " Of course you do, right?" You smile back and nod. "Thanks," he says before walking off.

"Talking with people is too much work," you say with a sigh before taking a swig of your drink.

"It's time to cut the cake, dudes!" you hear a voice yell. You turn to see America standing at the top of a ladder just to cut the cake. How the fuck was he going to cut such a large cake? "Now pay attention, dudes!" he yells before jumping and then falling down with the large knife pointed towards the cake. He intended to cut it like that? He hit the cake and went in. People stood there, gasping and staring at the cake, when suddenly a head popped out. He had a few rave rings on his head and a stupid grin on his face. What an idiot.

Later. After the party --

"That was the stupidest thing ever," you mumble before walking out of the house where the party was held. You look and see that soft flakes of white were falling. "Snow," you mumble before hearing a weird animal sound that was unfamiliar to you. You turn to your left and see Netherlands petting an adorable rabbit. You were confused as to why a rabbit was out in the snow, but maybe it was his "Hey Netherlands. Didn't know you liked cute things!" you say. He looks over at you and blushes slightly. He then makes a 'pfft' sound and looks back at the rabbit.

"You don't know anything about me," he says.

"True," you reply with a laugh. "So. Are we gonna go somewhere or do somethin'?" you ask, tilting your head.

"Uh, yeah. We're going to go to a café down the street," he replies, standing up. He runs a hand through his hair, but it still manages to stick up straight, and look good, which causes you to giggle. It was weird how his hair stuck up so well. It was like gravity worked against him. "What's wrong?" he asks, an eyebrow raised in question.

"It's just your hair. It's like gravity doesn't affect it at all!" you say with another giggle.

"Don't make fun of my hair!" he says, looking at you with that creepy stare.

"Okay, okay!" you say, holding your hands up in defense.

"Shall we go to the café now, ________?" he asks you.

"Yeah," you say with a nod. He walks over and takes your hand before walking down the street with you. His grip was somewhat tight, but it still had the loving effect, which was nice. He wasn't as bad and scary as you originally had thought him out to be. Still, it was weird that a xenophobe would be trying to get near you. Why would he do that? Questions were unanswered, but in this case it didn't matter. As long as you and him could be friendly, and not fight, you were pretty happy. You didn't want to fight with such a scary dude. He had taken down Spain just because of his hatred for him, and if Netherlands was to end up hating you, you'd be noticed, but too late because you'd already be beaten to a pulp.

The two of you arrive at the café and walk in. There were a few people, but it didn't surprise you. You figured most people would be at home for Christmas.

"Nice place," you mumble slightly.

"I know. I like to… come here often," he replies with a smile. You look up at his tall figure and smile also. He releases your hand and the two of you walk to a small table. A waitress walks out and then looks at the two of you.

"What would you like to drink?" she asks you two with a smile. You hadn't eaten much at Alfred's, so you were hungry right now, but you didn't know what to eat or drink.

Finally, Netherlands decides to speak up and says, "One tea and one water, please." She nods and then walks off to fetch the tea and water. He turns to you and smiles a little. "I... got the tea for you. I know how much you like it," he says, blushing a slight red and turning to the side. "Not like… I was trying to make you happy or anything," he adds quickly, a tsundere look on his face.

"Haha! Okay then~ Whatever you say~" you say, giggling after your words. "What should I get to eaaat?" you ask, eyeing the pictures of food dreamily.

"Didn't you eat at the party?" he asks, a questioning eyebrow raised.

"Actually, no. The food was all hamburgers," you say.

"I didn't eat either. Guess that makes sense since my… stomach keeps growling," he says, looking away. You don't notice the fact that he's slightly red from embarrassment, though, because you're too busy looking at the menu.

"Cake! They have cake!" you say happily.

"Shouldn't you have real food if you're hungry?" he asks.

"But… I love cake!" you whine.

"Fine! Get the cake then. Just don't whine. It's the sound a weakling makes," he states bluntly. Looking up from your menu, you stare daggers at him. He just stares right back, a cocky grin on his face.

"Four words. Come. At. Me. Bro," you say, egging him on.

"You're on-"

"I have your tea and water right here. Are you ready to order?" a sudden voice interrupts. Both of you look over to see a waitress. You sit normal again, having leaned in when egging on Netherlands, and nod at her with a smile. She sets the tea down by you and water down by him before asking another question. "What would you like to order, ma'am?" she asks you.

"Cake!" you say happily.

"A specific kind?" she asks.

"Nope! I just want the cake!" you say in a childish manner.

"And you, sir?" she asks, turning to Netherlands.

"Just give me what she has," he says.

"Okay! I'll be out in a second with your food," she says before walking off.

"You're so childish, _______," Netherlands says, looking at you. You look back at him and stare daggers.

"And you're a meany~" you say like a child. You then both erupt into laughter. It was nice seeing such a sad guy like Netherlands laughing. It was… heart-warming, actually.

"So," you say, sipping at your hot tea. "Why did you talk to me in the first place?"

"Well," he starts. "I was actually dared to," he admits sheepishly. You frown and look to the side. "But when I started to talk to you, I fond out you were really cool."

"You think I'm cool?" you ask with a happy look.

"Yeah, I do," he says with a heart-warming smile.

Your cake soon comes and you and Netherlands eat away and sip at your drinks, happily chatting along. You found out you both had a lot in common, and you both really liked each other.

"Call me sometime!" you say, walking out the door of the café.

"Will do," he says before taking your hands in his. He blushes scarlet before kissing you. You melt into it and smile against his lips. You both break away soon and he smiles at you.

"Bye," you whisper.

"Bye," he whispers back before turning to leave. You do so, also, and head home. Tonight was an okay night, you think. Rather, it was a very fun night.