Hetalia Oneshots

The Netherlands - Worth

Art by: dunyeah (tumblr)

It was a beautiful morning and you were on your way to Belgium's house. She had called you over for breakfast. Of course, the main dish was her rich waffles. 

The thought of them made you sigh delightfully, so you didn't refuse at all. When you reached her place, she welcomed you with smiles and hugs and had you sit down in her patio.

There you were, seated on her garden chairs, admiring the flowers in her front garden while she prepared breakfast.

"The waffles are ready! Come on!" she yelled from a distance, waving her hands at you.

You ran over to the little outdoor dining table and saw it nicely prepared. Waffles, fruit juice, maple syrup, chocolate, whip cream and strawberries were all there.

"That looks amazing!" you said excitedly as you sat down and took a bite of the fresh, crisp waffle beautifully decorated with maple syrup, whipped cream and strawberries.

"Sho good!" you exclaimed, making Belgium giggle.

"Seriously, your waffles are to die for!" you said, taking another bite, "Ned is so lucky to be your older brother!" 

"Aw, stop it, you!" she punched your arm lightly and grinned.

"Bel?" someone with a deep voice called.

You felt your heart go into your throat as you turned around to see Netherlands standing behind you.

"Good morning, Ned!" Belgium chirped.

"Good morning..." you managed smile at him, without losing your shit. He nodded at both of you, sat down right next to you and sighed, 

"Waffles again?"

Belgium nodded happily. You took a good look at Netherlands and noticed that he had a bed head rather than his usually pushed back hairstyle. You tried not to smile at how cute he looked.

Belgium noticed too, but she smiled and winked at you. She knew you found him cute, so she decided to not tell him about his hair. Blushing slightly, you took another bite of the waffle.

Netherlands had finished in minutes and he stood up, ready to leave the table.

"I'll be going." he said and ruffled his hair. He looked like he realized that his hair was a mess, but he didn't bother and walked off.

"See you later!" she chirped.

Netherlands walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, Belgium looked at you and flashed a smirk.

"I've been wondering..."

"Yeah?" you asked, eyeing her suspiciously as you sipped some cocktail juice.

"Do you like my brother?" she asked, blunt as can be. You almost choked and spat out the juice. you were so at loss for words at the question that she understood the expression on your face.

"I mean every word of it." she smiled. You averted your gaze somewhere else, debating whether or not you should tell her.

"Well?" asked Belgium very expectantly.

"I guess I do..." you said softly.

"I knew it!" she squealed loudly and started fangirling, "Okay, now all you have to do is to tell him. Easy, right?" 

"It's not that easy!" you protested, "Besides, I'm not ready or willing to tell him yet. I just want to it at my own pace.

"I don't care how long you're going to take. But you're so confessing, okay?" she said.