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Tomato gang for Halloween, supposedly inspired by movies from each of their countries.
Netherlands is “De Lift”
Belgium is….. ok to be honest I didn’t know any Belgian horror movies, so I googled some and got “Maniac Nurses Find Ecstasy” which I’m sure is hilarious and beating on the sexy nurse thing, but I went for it anyway, because I had a really strong image of Bels as Dakota from Planet Terror.
Spain is “Rec”
Romano is “Suspiria" which is actually a really artsy horror movie that is not for everybody.
Happy Halloween!!!
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Prompt day 4: Childhood
Rainy day
Sister’s revolution
“Big brother?” the boy wispered as he looked at the retreating back of his older sister. “Why is Emma leaving us. Did someone send her away?” The young boy had tears in his eyes.
Johan tried his best to blink away his own tears away, Henri had heard Emma and him fight too many times already. He did not need to see his big brother break down now, right as his other sibling was leaving him behind. His beloved baby sister had seen him, Johan, as not good enough once again.
Once she had chosen to stay with Spain and now, she chose to leave Johan.
Still, how could he tell Henri that it was his fault that their sister was leaving? That no, she was not being send away by anyone, she just did not want to near the Dutchman anymore. So she walked away from him, and as long as he had custody of their youngest sibling, she was going to walk away from Henri too.
Luxembourg would have to go without his older sister, simply because Johan had not been able to make her stay with them. How was he going to apologise for that? Say he was sorry it was just going to be the two of them for now?
His united kingdom had fallen apart. And he feared it would crumble even further.
Maybe he had never been meant to be a good older brother.
Maybe he had been meant to fail België and Luxemburg all along.
For now, he wrapped an arm around the younger boy and pulled him close to himself as he could and used the other hand to hide his face as the tears escaped from his eyes and the man did all he could to prevent the sobs escaping his mouth.
No matter how much he wanted to cry and mourn the loss, he could not. Right now, he had to be strong for his baby brother, who was crying over their sister leaving.
His family had fallen apart.
Netherlands - Johan
Belgium/België - Emma
Luxembourg/Luxemburg - Henri
Belgian Revolution (1830-1831), the succesion of the southern states of the united kingdom of the netherlands to become the independent kingdom of Belgium.
mythology/folklore
day 3: flowers
Happy
“Play something on the violin for me?” she sweetly asked her older brother. Again.
Sometimes she just missed hearing the way Johan had mastered the violin during all the years he had been playing the instrument.
“Let him be.” Her younger sibling told her. “He prefers the be a DJ these days.”
Henri sounded so proud. He has always looked up to their big brother.
Johan did have a talent for that music style as well, as did his people.
“Henri..” The woman started to say but stopped when she saw that Johan had managed to retrieve an old looking instrument, a violin, to his sister’s delight.
Knowing that his little sister liked to dance as much as she loved the way he managed the violin, he silently mouthed to his brother to dance with her.
First he thought that Henri either didn’t get the message or chose to ignore it, but then Henri took Emma’s hand and lead her toward the middle of the room.
Looking at his younger siblings as the piece ended, he started another piece. A small smile, barely visible, played on his lips while he looked at them.
It meant the world to him to see his siblings happy like this, all smiles and laughter.
Johan - Netherlands
Emma - Belgium
Henri - Luxembourg
The big day
“You look gorgeous, stunning, beautiful.” The brown haired Hungarian woman said to the blonde in front of her, admiring her friend’s beauty as she simply sat there in her wedding dress, and she took a few steps back to get an even better look at the other woman. “Everyone will be looking at you.” And she felt tears beginning to gather in her eyes.
She still couldn’t believe that her best friend was actually getting married. She could only hope that Emma would be as happy being married as Erzsébet herself had been when she had been married to her great love, Roderich.
“Well, I am the bride. Everyone should be looking at me.” The blonde answered, with tears in her own eyes.
“Don’t cry, Emma, please” The brunette begged her, while she went over and hugged her Belgian friend. “I spend nearly an hour getting your make up just right. You can’t ruin it now, I want you to look perfect for you big day.”
Belgium hugged her beloved friend back. “I don’t know why I’m so emotional and nervous.” She confessed through dry sobs.
“It’s because your big day is finally here.” Erzsebét reassured her. “Remember how much fun it was to get everything ready for it?”
She regretted answering her phone when she only heard her best friend scream her name into her ear.
“Was that really necessary?” the Hungarian complained, though she doubted her friend even listened to her as she continued to talk at such a speed that Hungary didn’t understand a word she was saying.
“So?” Emma said to her after a while. “Aren’t you happy for me?”
Her silence prompted the woman on the other end of the conversation to speak again.
“I’m happy Arthur proposed to me.” Belgium said, a little hurt at the lack of response from her best friend.
“WHAT?!”
She knew she would have regretted it more if she hadn’t answered the call.
“You’re ring looks so pretty.”
Hungary was actually impressed by the ring on Emma’s finger.
“Lux also said that. Big brother wanted to know what it’s worth.”
“It’s always about money with your brother.”
“Maybe it wasn’t really about the ring. Lux is convinced he only wants me to have the best things.”
The brunette shrugged. “I think it’s about the money, but if he wants England to only get you the best of the best, it’s also kind of sweet.”
“I’m so happy you’re here to help me choose a dress.”
Emma had her friend in a tight hug as soon as she noticed her. Looking over her friends shoulder, Erzsebét noticed Luxembourg waving at her with a smile on his face.
"Lux has great taste, but I need the opinion of a woman. Ned refused to come along.”
“Your brother isn’t coming?”
“You should have seen the look on his face when I brought the subject up. It was like he was ready to cause a major crises in his government, just so he could say he was too busy to watch me try on dress after dress.”
They friends had a small laugh about it.
“So I decided to have mercy on poor Big Brother.” Emma concluded. “I’ll make him pay for it later.”
The three of them had one of the best days ever.
“Just relax.” She told her bride-to-be best friend.
“I can’t believe Arthur, why would he want those flowers. That man has absolutely no taste.”
“You don’t actually believe that sweetie. This is just like what happened when the two of you were trying to decide on the food. And the wine.”
“You think he has good taste?”
“Oh no, I think your man has the worst taste, but that’s my opinion. Not yours.”
“Thank you, Erzsebét.”
“You also disagreed about the colours on the invitation, the location, to invite France or not..”
“Enough. And of course France is invited.”
“You’ll eventually agree on the flowers, sweetie. Just relax.”
“I remember.” She said softly with a wide smile on her face. “I also remember practicing throwing the bouquet. We both know what to do, don’t we?”
It was a lovely wedding. From the moment her brothers walked her down the aisle to the moment both of them said ‘I do’ to the moment Arthur and Emma were declared husband and wife and finally shared the first kiss of their marriage.
They looked perfectly happy.
The food turned out to be eatable and even good tasting. Everyone enjoyed the party and the opening dance by the bride and groom was lovely to watch.
There had been one other moment that no one would forget anytime soon.
“Everyone get ready.” Hungary told everyone as she moved them into position while Belgium waited with her back turned to the crowd.
“Okay Emma.” She gave the sign. As the newly married woman threw her wedding bouquet to towards the group, as they had practiced, she only had to move on more person.
And gave the Netherlands a little push. Directly into the line of fire.
Instinctively catching the flowers.
Before the man could even register what had happened, his little sister turned around and winked at him.
He was still standing there, holding the flowers when the bride walked up to them. The youngest sibling patting him on the shoulder in a light effort to comfort him.
“Should have just gone shopping for this dress with me.” She told her brother.
And to her best friend she whispered almost inaudible “Let’s see how he will explain this to his girlfriend.”
Before she left them to join her husband.
Her best friend was evil.
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Royal AU
Arthur did a double take at the woman on the other side of the room.
She hadn’t always been that pretty, had she?
The prince had not been looking forward to this day. In fact, he had crossed of the days on his calendar as he had counted down towards his doom.
The teasing from his older brothers had not helped him feel any better.
He remembered the girl his mother had arranged for him to marry one day and that girl had certainly not been that beautiful.
Besides him, Francis laughed and jabbed him in the side. “Close your mouth, mon ami.”
Walking up to her, Arthur greeted the woman.
“Welcome to the kingdom, princess Emma.”
“It is a pleasure to be back here.” She answered and held out her hand to him.
He took it and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.
So far, so good. Greetings between them had gone worse in the past.
Both the young boy and the little girl turned around so that they were back to back with their arms crossed. Neither child wanting anything to do with the other one.
Little Arthur faced his mother and she made it very clear he was to do as he had been told. With a sigh the boy turned around and formally greeted the girl who had also turned around with a displeased look on her face.
At his greeting, the small princess did a curtsy and then both prince and princess had their backs to each other again.
“Please allow me to guide you around the palace. And the gardens, the roses are at their most beautiful around this time.”
“I would love that. My last visit feels so long ago.”
Their conversation felt very rehearsed, but at least it was civil. That would please his mother. Unlike other occasions in the past.
“Why don’t you show princess Emma around, Arthur? You can show her some of your favourite places to play.” His mother had said.
Not that young Arthur had any intentions of sharing his best hiding spots with a girl.
“My Emma would love that.” His mother’s dear friend said enthusiastically.
Little Emma didn’t look as happy as her mother did.
As their mothers gently pushed to two children toward each other, they began walking down the hall.
Before they reached the end, they were rolling on the ground trying to hit the other.
One of his older brothers saw and yelled to their mother what Arthur was doing.
Both of them got a good lecture that day. Arthur for hitting a girl, his fiancé, at that. His brother for yelling inside the palace. Unbecoming of princes.
Princess Emma and her mother left suddenly.
Good.
At some point, after wandering through the gardens for a while, Arthur asked Emma if she would like to try the bow and arrow.
“I can show you.” The green eyed man told her, getting ready to help the lady position her bow.
“It is very kind of you Arthur, but I can manage.”
She pulled out an arrow, placed it on the bow and took a moment to aim.
Then shot right into the center.
Well, that left the blond prince baffled.
She hadn’t always been that good, had she?
Having been forced by his mother into entertaining the foreign princess, he had taken her to the gardens to shoot the bow and arrow.
At least they would be doing something Arthur liked to do and this day wouldn’t be entirely wasted. There were prettier girls in the town he could be talking to.
Of course, the princess had to be difficult about it. Saying she didn’t want to do that and would rather play some kind of game.
He didn’t remember which one, he had pretty much tuned her out and continued towards the part of the gardens where he knew everything would be set up already.
Soon after, he learned why the girl had been whining about the activity.
She was absolutely lousy at it.
Arthur couldn’t stop laughing at her when she pulled at the string, let go and the arrow fell straight down.
Arthur wondered when to frog would run out of air from laughing and just pass out.
As rehearsed as most of their conversation had been, he probably would have to thank Francis for the parts that were more spontaneous, so was their schedule.
“See you very soon.” Emma told him quietly, as she left to prepare for the ball.
He didn’t respond at first, but as she began to walk away the frog put his elbow in his side once again.
“Say something.” A short pause. “Something good, lapin.”
“I hope I can have the first dance at the ball.” Arthur called after her.
No childhood memories for the first time that day. They had never danced together before. Their mothers hadn’t made them and of course Arthur hadn’t ever asked the younger girl for a dance.
The blonde turned around so fast that her dress twirled around her legs.
And she smiled.
Arthur liked that smile, it was pretty, and maybe he could get used to seeing it more often.
Then she uttered one single word.
“Oui.”
She spoke French.
Besides him the frog nearly choked in his effort not to laugh out loud.
Florist!BelgiumxBusinessman!Arthur
or
Customer!Arthur asking Florist!Belgium if she would go on a date with him.
Cozy
The three siblings had spend the whole day wandering through one of her oldest cities, with Belgium showing her brothers all of her favourite places to visit.
At the end of the day, they had settled down on Emma’s comfortable couch in front of the television, eating the Vlaamse frieten they had picked up on the way home. The brothers had insisted on it.
Noticing his younger siblings had fallen asleep, Johan got up from his spot on the couch to look for a blanket or something to cover them with. After checking a few closets, the Dutchman found a quilt.
Returning with to the living room with the quilt in his arms, he threw it over his sleeping brother and sister.
When the blue eyed man was convinced that they were sufficiently tugged in and in no danger of getting could during their sleep, Johan began cleaning up. The containers of their food still on the table. It could wait till the morning, but... stel niet uit tot morgen, wat je vandaag kunt doen.
Besides, most of it would just go into the garbage bin and it would only take a moment to wash the few other things, like their glasses.
The man was glad however, that his sister’s kitchen was down the hall of her living room. Otherwise he would have worried that the sounds would wake them.
Johan was almost finished putting the freshly cleaned dishes back in the cupboards when he heard a shuffling sound behind him.
Turning around he, he found his still half asleep brother standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing, big brother?” he younger man asked as he tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn.
“Nothing, Lux. Get back under that quilt and get some sleep.” Was his response, muttered as softly and gently as he could manage.
It was probably thanks to Henri being tired that he turned around without an further questions or comments and walked back down the hall.
When the oldest of the three siblings returned to the room after finishing cleaning up, he found Emma and Henri sound asleep.
He probably should carry them to their beds. Sleeping like that wasn’t exactly great on their backs or necks.
Yet looking at them sleeping peacefully, he felt how tired he was himself. He should also go to his bed.
What he did instead was reclaim his place between them, readjusting the quilt to properly cover all three of them and before he knew it, the Dutch nation was asleep himself.
When the sunlight hitting his face awoke him the next morning, the Netherlands found himself alone on the couch.
Sitting up a little straighter, he noticed a plate with waffles and a cup of what appeared to be still hot coffee on the table in front of him.
When he looked out of the window, he saw Belgium and Luxembourg standing in his sister’s yard.
He put the quilt aside, and started on his breakfast.
He would fold the quilt before he went outside to greet them.
Johan - Netherlands
Emma - Belgium
Henri - Luxembourg
Stel niet uit tot morgen, wat je vandaag kunt doen - Dutch saying that pretty much means ‘don’t postpone’
Vlaamse frieten - a kind of fries from Belgium
Maybe, Arthur thought, he should have told Emma about magic sooner. Before she found him in his basement in the middle of a spell, at least.
When your older brother might be a lost cause and your younger brother admires him too much.
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