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Netherlands/Canada, sometimes abbreviated NedCan, NetCan or CanNeth is a pairing involving the characters of Canada and the Netherlands. Despite only. At least until her date shows up three hours late and looking like he was hit by a bus. Fem Canada Netherlands, with big brother America. An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works.
How long has he been there? He looked like winter, cold and pale—he looked familiar. Netherlands was certain that he had seen him before, but where? Ah, yes, Netherlands realized. Canada stood guardedly beside his former sovereign, just as he had done twenty-seven years ago during the Great War; Netherlands had rarely seen a country so cold and fierce. He remembered how Canada had distinguished himself on the battlefield, and how nobody had expected England's sweet, soft-spoken ward to fight so determinedly.
Those pretty violet eyes had been ice-cold, Netherlands thought. But they were soft now—for the time. Canada glanced at England, who nodded in agreement. Then, unafraid of the imposing Dutchman, he said: My Capital is isolated from the European and Pacific battlefields.
They'll be safe there, I promise. Canada's Ottawa was not a target of Germany's war-machine; it was much too far inland for a naval or air strike, and protected by America from the south.
As much as he hated to evacuate his royalty—like a coward in retreat—he knew that Canada's interior would keep Juliana safe until the fighting was finished. He didn't know Canada well, this former-Colony of England's, once belonging to France; the country was exceptionally young—most of England's conquests were—but Netherlands recognized the determination on his face.
He caught Canada's forearm, forcing him to stop. Canada looked up at the Dutchman, blinking in confusion. What do you want in return?
You won't profit from their company alone, you know. I can— pay you," he said; the words stuck in his throat. I'm glad I can be of service. I don't want anything. He buckled-over, clutching his knees; he was holding a letter clenched in his fist. She's due to have the baby any day now.
He shook his head, panic fighting logic: I can't return the Princess to Europe— not in such a state. I'll take care of them. Neither mother or child will want for anything as long as they're in Ottawa.
Again, he shook his head. She can't be born on foreign ground; she must be a Dutch citizen. I shouldn't have sent her away— Not that I don't appreciate it," he said quickly. He could see Canada twisting an errant curl around his finger, self-conscious perhaps.
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I'm truly sorry about this, and— You know what? Don't worry about it," he said, suddenly hopeful.
I'm going to take care of this. It was tradition to spend the first day of the Canadian Tulip Festival together. Now that hoser doesn't even send her a text or an email canceling. He just didn't show up, after waiting for three hours, nothing. She paused mid sniffle wiping her tears away. She had been sitting here for three hours during one of her favorite festivals the past hour of which she had been crying. She may be a young country, and invisible to most but that didn't give him an excuse for being such a jerk.
She may strive for peace but she had a military history that wasn't anything to sneeze at! She could take offense to this and start a war theoretically. Not that, that would ever happen; but it could! Next time she saw him she would tell him exactly…. Luxembourg thinks this is a fantastic idea; Netherlands puts up with it. This month the Benelux siblings, Belgium, Netherlands and Luxembourg, are going on a picnic.
Noon finds all three siblings on a single, one-person bicycle. Belgium is sitting on the handlebars; the bottom of her pink dress is gathered up and in a pile on her lap. Netherlands is in the middle, peddling, and Luxembourg is sitting on the back bike rack, holding their picnic basket.
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He then winced when there was a bump in the road, "But I still don't see why we couldn't all just take a car…" "We can't get to the dyke by car," Belgium giggled. He was the only one of the Benelux siblings who couldn't ride a bike he much preferred his carsand his older siblings were never going to stop teasing him about it.
Belgium could have taken her bike, but she enjoys the rides they take together on a single bike.
There aren't any real hills in the Netherlands, but if you climb up a man-made dyke by the ocean, you can sit on top and see waves on one side and a field of tulips on the other. Two weeks ago, Belgium had declared that this would be a perfect place for a picnic. Luxembourg had jumped at the idea for more sibling bonding time, and Netherlands agreed without too much protest. He was used to Belgium insisting on mandatory family activities. Belgium looked out on the tulip fields around her; on the left was a field of red and on her right a field of white tulips.
The flowers reminded Belgium of Canada, her brothers semi-secret boyfriend "By the way brother, how did your date with Canada go? Did he like the tulips you got him? He liked the flowers," Netherlands responded curtly.
Belgium was used to her brother being brief, especially when it came to emotional matters. But usually when Netherlands talked about the shy maple syrup loving American he blushed a little, hid the tiniest of smiles, or looked away in embarrassment.
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This time he didn't. Before she could ask about the strange seriousness of Ned's tone, her other brother chimed in "Did you guys make out? Luxembourg was a complete gentleman most of the time, high class and refined, but he had the maturity of an eight year old when it came to romance.
Perhaps when he actually dates someone, he'll learn some manners.
We did a lot more than make out. Honestly, sometimes it felt like she was the only one of her siblings who had any decorum. Belgium knew how to recognize an olive branch when she heard one.