✤ eight; (i'm lost in my words i don't know where i'm going)

[windmill]

[Those passing by the park will find the Netherlands looking oddly not... ready for a fight or perving on some girl who looks she could be his daughter or smoking weed or any other thing that could be expected of him in public. In fact, he looks pretty damn exhausted, strung-out and paler than usual. The lab coat he has to wear as a part of his

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[kleinefurstin]

[She'll just

sit next to him. What's wrong, pedobear?]

[windmill]

[It takes him a second to notice her! And when he does he just stares. A-are you here to yell at him because his head hurts way too much for this.]

...Hey, Liechty.

[kleinefurstin]

[He hasn't picked a fight with her brother recently, she's so proud.]

Have you been eating?

[windmill]

[He does not break promises to adorable little sister-figures.]

Have I-- sorry? [He looks at her with a bit of confusion.]

[fuelefficient]

[...hello there]

Netherlands-san?

[windmill]

[YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE HIM LIKE THIS

therefore forced smile] Aah... hey. How's it going?

[fuelefficient]

Things are normal. How about yourself?

[taking a seat]

[windmill]

[Moves the box-thing aside for Japan]

I'm... okay.

[mr_blandy_bland]

Um...h-hey...

[windmill]

[you are also not allowed to see him like this, bff

QUICK THINK OF SOMETHING. he smiles.]

I was just thinking that this place could be used for the Tulip Festival this year.

[mr_blandy_bland]

....

Aha, yeah, we should do that, shouldn't we?

[windmill]

...It's the 65th anniversary this year of when you liberated me. There are so many celebrations planned back home. I wish I could be there.

[wafels]

[...Belgium has known you for hundreds of years. She can tell when something's the matter. So she's just going to walk up behind his bench and lean her hands on it.]

What's eating you?

[windmill]

[What are feelings and smothering them sister go away. He stiffens and looks over his shoulder at her.]

You're the one who should be worried about eating. [It's meant to be teasing, but it comes out flat, with none of the normal enthusiasm.]

[wafels]

[The lack of interest in his voice means that she doesn't quite respond in her usual puffiness, either.]

...no, seriously. What's wrong?

[windmill]

It's nothing, Bel. Let it go.

[Translation: I'll talk about it- but not right now. He moves aside on the bench, but doesn't invite her to sit. It's clearly an invitation for her to do so, though.]

[tooshallpass]

[This might not be the best time for Nadia to bring up the burning question she has for you, but she's gonna do it anyway. After the formalities, of course.]

Hello, Mister Netherlands! You're looking a bit.. off. Are you feeling alright?

[windmill]

[Oh, Nadia, you're so sweet that he probably won't mind your burning questions.]

Been a long day. [He shrugs it off. There's no need to worry her, especially when she's so much more sensitive than her sister. (Though... that would be arguable.)] How are you?

[tooshallpass]

[You might mind this one, tsundere.

She sits down beside him, but leaves an appropriate amount of space between the two of them.]

Been doing quite a bit better than I have been recently, I must say. Keeping up with my studies and all of that.

[windmill]

[He rests a hand on top of the box as he looks at her.]

I'm glad. [His smile is warm and honest; ever since he learned about her illness at home from Margot, he's had a lot of trouble envisioning this bright young woman suffering from the symptoms she'd described. And so he's happy that she's able to even sit beside him and talk normally.] You enjoy school, I take it?