Looks Like We're Not in New Amsterdam anymore, Konijn

[nieuwnederlands]

[A young boy walked through the forest, carrying a basket of cheese and bread. A small rabbit was perched on his shoulder, nose flickering wildly. When he finally reached the clearing he stopped, looking around. His brows furrowed in confusion. Everything felt off about the area. Where was the creek that usually ran through the area? And where was

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[forgottenation]

[Is that Alfred? She adjusts her glasses for a moment before giving him a friendly smile.]

Hello.

[nieuwnederlands]

[Gosh. She was really pretty.]

Hallo, Miss! What's your name?

[forgottenation]

[Telling her that would make her blush.]

I'm Maguerite, or Canada.

[nieuwnederlands]

Marguerite...

[He smiled brightly.]

That's a really pretty name. Which is good, because you're pretty, too. Even more than Belgium is!

[forgottenation]

[Her face goes bright red.]

You look like my brother. What's your name?

[nieuwnederlands]

I'm Nieuw Nederlands, but you can call Alex.

[He thought for a moment.] I guess I could let you call me Al, too. Who's your brother?

[forgottenation]

He's the United States of America, or Alfred Jones.

[nieuwnederlands]

Oh.

[...]

I never heard of him. Sorry.

[forgottenation]

It's all right. You'll probably meet him while you're here.

[nieuwnederlands]

Maybe...I'd kinda like to go home though. I'm supposed to be bringing lunch to my big brother. He'll get mad if I'm late. Time is money, you know, and I shouldn't waste his.