7th Waffle // [Dream]
Warnings: Not much, but there may or may not be spoilers included.
Dream Affects: The feeling of happiness, really.
Belgium was busy working on cleaning the Spain's house. She didn't particularly mind the work, as long as he didn't push it or over do it. She was staying with Spain and Romano at the time, so she would have to pull her weight around, too. She did her best to stay on tract. She had been greatly delayed today because of Holland trying to get Belgium and Luxembourg to unite with him. That wasn't going to happen. He tended to bully them around and a few hundred years worked wonders to make people distant. Other then kicking Holland out with a swift "no" for the 10,000th time, she also had to deal with Luxembourg getting stuck.
Either way, she was behind on her work. She did her best to pick it up, only to have the door slam open. She turned to look at what happened, seeing that it was Romano. He looked grumpy and pissed off. That wasn't new. He was grumbling under his breath. She imagined it was probably because of Spain. It wouldn't be odd to think. Romano got that way with Spain and his orders.
"Tomato freak wanted you to go see him in the living room" Romano said, adding in any extra cursing before he stormed off.
She figured it was because Spain had asked him to come tell her. Knowing Romano, he probably cursed a storm and then did it anyways. All because we all know that Romano can't help it when it comes to Spain. She nodded, more so for herself. She did the rest of the cleaning that was needed, and headed down.
"Ah, Bélgica! Ahí lo tienes!* You've been working all day. Why not come and relax? Romano, too." he said, gesturing to Romano as well.
Romano flinched at the sound of his name. She just looked to Spain and then smiled. She really didn't mind working for Spain. He had always treated her nice, after all. Though, she wasn't sure if stopping for today was a good idea. She was over ruled by Spain, who actually had to push her towards the couch. She finally gave up and took a seat next to Spain. Romano was cursing a storm about why would he want to spend time with Spain, but none-the-less, he took a seat on the other side of Spain as well.
Spain put his arms around their necks with an idiotic grin. They decided to talking and play a few games. During their conversations, sometime came about a title. They've been together for such a long time and they haven't had a nickname for them. Belgium looked outside to Spain's tomato plants and then smiled. She thought of the perfect name.
"How about we call the three of us the 'Tomato Trio'" she offered.
Ironic as it seemed, the three of them agreed. Even Romano had no objection for it. Other then the cursing about how it was stupid to have a group name. It was a childish thing and he didn't want it. You can tell under the cursing he really did enjoy the idea of being together. It got a little crazy, but she enjoyed staying with Spain and Romano.
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[She's thinking back to the time when she was still serving Spain. *Ah, Belgium! There you are!]