NetherlandsxReader: Cold Winter's Night

  The breeze gently made your [h/c] hair blow in the breeze. The streetlights were lit all around you, making the falling snow shimmer as they felt to the cold earth below you. You were in warm winter cloths bit your body was slowly freezing. Your boyfriend [soon to be ex] promised you 5 hours ago that he would meet you by the fountain to bring your to a Christmas party.

  You had hit realization awhile ago that he wasn't comming. But your sat there anyway, waiting for him like a lost puppy in the snow. Your eyes were red from crying but now your face felt cold against the cool wind and the wet snow that fell upon you.

  What you would give right now to have someone to tell you everything was okay. Someone to hold you close; just a shoulder to cry on. But slowly, you felt yourself slipping under on the cement stairs you sat on that surrounded the fountain you were told to meet at.

  You felt your body almost shut off and your body lurched backwards. Suprisingly, you didn't hit the stair with your head, but rather a person. Opening your [e/c] eyes ever so slightly, you tried to make out the face of the person but you could only see green eyes holding confusion and concern before your shut yours.

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  Surely but slowly, you made your way back into counciousness to find yourself surrounded by an array of new sights and smells. One thing you noticed was a little ball of fluff laying down on your chest.

  Gently stroking your hand on it, you noticed it was a little bunny with a heart-shaped spot on it's back. Gently sitting up, you scooped it into your arms and took a good look around the room.

  The home was really neat; everything was so organized. Compared to your home, this was the cleanest house you've seen in a long time.

  The room was lit up by a stove which sat in front of the coffee table (it was still dark out at this point) that sat before the couch you were on right now. On either side held a bookcase full of a wide assortment of different books compopsed of different colors, sizes and widths. The spines looked pretty worn out and you assumed the owner of them continually read them.

  Turning your head towards the entryway of the room you sat in, you noticed a pair of seemingly cold eyes stairing darkly at you. Shuddering a bit, you averted the gaze of the person who was stairing at you.

  Just at looking for a moment, you noticed that his height was close to that of Denmark's; only Denmark had blue eyes and never looked so irrelivently cold.

  The only noise in the room right now came from the crackling fire that burned brightly from behind. You two stood there stairing at each other for what felt like forever.

  After only a few breif moments of this, the person tore his gaze from yours and entered the room, becoming more visable. You gasped a bit, knowing who this person was.

  He had dirty-blond, amost like a light brunette coloring to his hair which was spiked up efortlessly it seemed. Over one of his eyes held a vertical scar. You had seen Romano and Belgium with this person only once or twice before. Netherlands.

  In his arms he held firewood which he simply threw into the burning fire before standing up to face you. You simply stood there speechlessly. Spain had always warned you about how much Netherlands hated him; how cold he acted towards him and how he never spoke.

  Shuddering a bit once more, you noticed him looking at what you assumed first was your chest, but upon looking back at the little fluffy bundle in your arm, you noticed he was staring at the bunny you held.

  "I-is he yours-?" You asked rather nervously. It was hard spitting the words out, thinking about the terrible things Spain had said about him behind his back. But something seemed different about him, now standing in the same room as him.

  He didnt't speak but staired at you with cold emrald eyes for a moment before nodding at you. You looked at the bunny again nervously and handed it over to him gently and smiled just a bit,"H-he's really cute."

  His eyes held a bit of shock as he took the little rabbit from your hands before setting it on the floor where it then scampered off out of veiw.

  You didn't know what to say or do. You felt like you couldn't breath and your heartbeat sped up. You opened your mouth as to say something but nothing came out. Not even a breath.

  "I've seen you....with Spain," He said in a monotone voice but upon saying 'Spain', his voice held a bit of spite.

  "Y-yea. He's..." You paused a bit,"He's my ex..." Trailing off, you were reminded about why you were waiting,"He left me alone for a long time in the cold snow. He left me waiting for him...we were supposed to go to a Christmas party which is probably long since past."

  Netherlands just listened to you the whole time and even afterwards, he stood in complete silence. Averting your gaze from him didn't help either. You still felt the cold gaze of his green eyes upon you.

  Without warning, his hand clasped your shoulder and you looked up to see him kneeling down to look at you face to face. The next thing you know, he's wiping tears off your face gently. You hadn't noticed, but you began crying when speaking about Spain.

  His eyes held a bit more compassion in them, but you noticed that he did have a bit of a cold glazing over them. You wanted a shoulder to cry on earlier but this seemed a bit odd to you. You didn't know him. You had only heard stories from Spain; stories you started thinking might not all be true.

  Without any warning, you pressed your face into his shoulder and just cried. You didn't know what caused you to do this but you felt every emotion you held just pour out. You couldn't help it.

  Your gaze went back to his and you pushed yourself away embaressed,"I-I'm so sorry! I...I've had a really bad day."

  He looked a bit bewildered but stood up and simply said,"Stay here." Before attempting to leave.

  "M-my name!" You yelled out, capturing his attention once more. You hung your head suddenly in shock,"I never told you...my name..." You looked up at him once more,"J-just call me _________."

  He swiftly answered with a nod as he left the room. Looking around the room once again, you went over to the bookshelf on the right side, gently stroking your fingers gracefully across the spines of the old, worn out books.

  You were so tempted to grab one and read them, but you had no idea what they held. For all you know, they might've been journals he kept. Only thinking this made you even more curious as to what they held.

  Bitting the lower half of your lip, you gently slid one of the books out of it's place and flipped through the book. The pages showed how old the book actually was; they were torn a bit and some of the words on either side had worn.

  Reading just a few pages, you noticed that it was poetry. But the words written had been printed,'So he didn't write it,' You thought, shutting it.

  You turned around to place it back in but you felt as if someone was stairing at you from behind and turning around (hiding the book behind your book), you faced him once more,"S-sorry...I didn't mean to-"

  He really didn't seem to be phased much which threw your gaurd off,"I'll put it back." He said, approaching you once more. You held the book out and he gently took it from you tucking it back between two others.

  "I-I....I'm..." You found yourself speechless once more. By now it seemed that you were talking to nobody. He rarely ever responded to you when you spoke to him and when he did, it was usually in a cool, monotone voice.

  While in the midst of your thoughts, you felt something slip into your hands. Averting your [e/c] eyes to your hand, you noticed you were gripping a flower. A tulip.

  Curiously, you lifted it up to your face so that you could get a closer look at it. You really hadn't seen a tulip since you were little. You admired the deilicacy of the red petels which felt so weak upon touching it. The bottom of the stem was cut off and you looked back over to Netherlands who's face looked a bit like it had lightened up.

  Looking back at the flower, you sighed in awe,"It's so pretty."

  He looked away,"It reminded me of you..." His voice sounded a bit softer and looking from the corner of his face, you noticed his face was a bit red now.

  'W-what is he pulling?' You quickly gazed back at the tulip in your hand, noticing his eyes looking back over to your shocked face,"R-really?"

  He grabbed you by both of your arms and you flinched in fear. His gaze was really cold but his face was red. Without warning, he pulled you face up to his in one sudden movement and pressed his lips up against yours.

  You don't know how you felt at this moment. You were frozen, unable to react to anything that was going on. But after a moment or so, you felt a painfully easing feeling spread through your body. Letting yourself melt into the kiss, you gently kissed him back.

  He pulled away after a moment and you coughed a bit, letting air back into your lungs. "You don't need Spain." You heard Netherlands say intensly. Looking up at him, you noticed a small smile cornered his lips.