Apr 19, 2011 20:49
( Nederland is sitting on the couch in his apartment living room, his feet up on the coffee table as he gingerly paints a rough wooden sign balanced in his lap. He seems unaware when he knocks the communicator beside him and it begins recording. )
Oi, Zus. Paint’s done.
( At this point Belgium wanders in from the adjoining room, carrying a tray full of waffles and coffee. )
So is breakfast.
( She sits down beside him and he puts the sign aside. )
Apparently everyone woke up. …’s loud, again.
Yeah, apparently so! But that’s a good thing, don’t you think? Things can go back to normal. Well, normal for this place.
…if you say so.
I did! Now, I think I heard somewhere that someone is holding Sunday Mass? Do you know about this?
( She sets down the waffles. )
Zus, why the fuck would I listen to anything about a mass.
It’s still the dark ages. Anyway Sunday is Easter!
Good for Easter.
I forgot to give up something for Lent…
Some Catholic you are.
Shhhh! I’ll just pray extra. God understands…really…Hey, Broer, I’ll pray for you too!
Please don’t.
I will! Just for that!
…Zus.
Dear Jesus! I wanted to ask you to help my wayward brother! He’s a good guy, beneath all the illicit things! I’m sure you can welcome him back into your home!
I don’t want back--
AND UNDERSTAND HE’S JUST BEING REBELLIOUS BECAUSE HE THINKS ITS COOL! Also sorry about Lent! I hope we can understand! I’ll remember next year!
…no, she won’t. Shit, is this thing on…
( The feed cuts. Orange is Netherlands, Red is Belgium! )