APH: Mind Link!
Title: Mind Link!
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: Belgium, Netherlands
Rating: PG for somebody's Aunt Flo visiting.
Summary: For prompt #9, "connection". Worst. Brother-sister moment. Ever.
Notes: Oh my God you guys I have no idea. I have horrific writer's block, I keep opening my documents to work on stories and then like two seconds later I close them and go on TMZ.com. I'm a horrible person, all I can offer you is this...this...thing.
Belgium was just debating whether to get up off the couch and take a shower when her brother came bursting into her house, hair more disheveled than usual, and with a wadded up piece of tissue shoved up his left nostril.
"Oh my God Margot are you okay???" he demanded all at once. Belgium, who had spent a good part of the day lounging around in bed eating peaches and had only now gotten dressed in a pair of exercise pants and her old over-sized off the shoulder shirt from the seventies, stared.
"What's wrong with you, you dolt, I'm fine." she said, not even reacting when her brother grabbed her by the back of her head and tilted her face up.
"Do you have brain damage anywhere?" Holland asked. "Did you slip in the tub recently?"
"What, am I an old lady now?" Belgium grumbled, shooting her brother a look that said, 'I know I technically am but don't say ANYTHING'
Holland pointed at his nose, frowning in that way that made the scar on his forehead bunch. "Remember that time Denmark kicked me in the balls and you said your abdomen hurt?" he asked.
Belgium blinked, slowly. "You mean that time I had to go to the bathroom really badly?" she tried. Netherlands shook his head.
"Psychic connection." Netherlands intoned. "Psychic. Sibling. Connection. Luxembourg probably has it too, but every time I try to talk to him about it he leaves the room."
And no wonder, Belgium thought - at this rate she didn't care if they were in her house, she was ready to leave.
"So...you came all the way to my house...because we have a psychic connection?" she verified. "So if I think really hard about you leaving, you'll do it?"
Holland rolled his eyes and pointed again at his nose. "I got a nosebleed this morning." he said. "So I came over to check if you hurt yourself. Because seriously my nose bled for like, three minutes, so what would happen to you if - "
"You're high right now, aren't you." Belgium intoned. "You are high and somehow you thought it was a good idea to open your mouth and say your thoughts. For future reference it's not, never do it again."
"Belgium," Holland whined. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, in serious need of help." Belgium shot back. "I'm not bleeding anywhere, I don't even have a paper cut, you just wasted a two and a half hour train ride for nothing."
"...Are you sure you're just not aware of it yet?" Holland tried. Belgium rolled her eyes.
"Go bother Lux or something!" she snapped. "Goodbye Holland!"
"You're no fun!" Netherlands tried, at which point Belgium described, in Flemish, what exactly she was going to do if he didn't leave immediately. Holland was smart enough to get the hint.
It wasn't until later, when Belgium had taken her shower and discovered something that made her face turn red, did Holland phone her on his way back to Amsterdam.
"...You totally have your period right now, don't you?"
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
"Psychic. Sibling. Connection."
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Note: >:( <-- this is the face you should be making. I apologize.
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: Belgium, Netherlands
Rating: PG for somebody's Aunt Flo visiting.
Summary: For prompt #9, "connection". Worst. Brother-sister moment. Ever.
Notes: Oh my God you guys I have no idea. I have horrific writer's block, I keep opening my documents to work on stories and then like two seconds later I close them and go on TMZ.com. I'm a horrible person, all I can offer you is this...this...thing.
Belgium was just debating whether to get up off the couch and take a shower when her brother came bursting into her house, hair more disheveled than usual, and with a wadded up piece of tissue shoved up his left nostril.
"Oh my God Margot are you okay???" he demanded all at once. Belgium, who had spent a good part of the day lounging around in bed eating peaches and had only now gotten dressed in a pair of exercise pants and her old over-sized off the shoulder shirt from the seventies, stared.
"What's wrong with you, you dolt, I'm fine." she said, not even reacting when her brother grabbed her by the back of her head and tilted her face up.
"Do you have brain damage anywhere?" Holland asked. "Did you slip in the tub recently?"
"What, am I an old lady now?" Belgium grumbled, shooting her brother a look that said, 'I know I technically am but don't say ANYTHING'
Holland pointed at his nose, frowning in that way that made the scar on his forehead bunch. "Remember that time Denmark kicked me in the balls and you said your abdomen hurt?" he asked.
Belgium blinked, slowly. "You mean that time I had to go to the bathroom really badly?" she tried. Netherlands shook his head.
"Psychic connection." Netherlands intoned. "Psychic. Sibling. Connection. Luxembourg probably has it too, but every time I try to talk to him about it he leaves the room."
And no wonder, Belgium thought - at this rate she didn't care if they were in her house, she was ready to leave.
"So...you came all the way to my house...because we have a psychic connection?" she verified. "So if I think really hard about you leaving, you'll do it?"
Holland rolled his eyes and pointed again at his nose. "I got a nosebleed this morning." he said. "So I came over to check if you hurt yourself. Because seriously my nose bled for like, three minutes, so what would happen to you if - "
"You're high right now, aren't you." Belgium intoned. "You are high and somehow you thought it was a good idea to open your mouth and say your thoughts. For future reference it's not, never do it again."
"Belgium," Holland whined. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, in serious need of help." Belgium shot back. "I'm not bleeding anywhere, I don't even have a paper cut, you just wasted a two and a half hour train ride for nothing."
"...Are you sure you're just not aware of it yet?" Holland tried. Belgium rolled her eyes.
"Go bother Lux or something!" she snapped. "Goodbye Holland!"
"You're no fun!" Netherlands tried, at which point Belgium described, in Flemish, what exactly she was going to do if he didn't leave immediately. Holland was smart enough to get the hint.
It wasn't until later, when Belgium had taken her shower and discovered something that made her face turn red, did Holland phone her on his way back to Amsterdam.
"...You totally have your period right now, don't you?"
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
"Psychic. Sibling. Connection."
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D:
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Note: >:( <-- this is the face you should be making. I apologize.