✤ twenty one; (running after the rain)

[windmill]

...Guess we're going to have to try that world meeting thing again in a month or so. [He sounds apathetic, but he really wants to punch each and every one of you other nations in the face, including himself. WAY TO GET NOTHING DONE AT THE MEETING, EVERYONE. Awesome.]

Japan, you'd better not be under your blanket.

[Netherlands can be found at a

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[windmill]

[NEARLY DROPS HIS CIGARETTE.] Den? [He jerks his head down the street in the direction of the voice.]

[windmill]

[Why so cute.] Good job. Sober and all that. No headache, I take it?

[a_gentle_boy]

[About five minutes into Netherlands's surveillance of the bakery, a boy carrying a small paper bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other exits the store, glancing backwards as he goes.]

Happy Mother's Day to you, too, miss.

[windmill]

Hoi-! Lucas...

[He moves away from his spot leaning on the window. Is everyone acting as though it's Mother's Day again, he wonders.]

[a_gentle_boy]

Oh! Mr. Netherlands . . . ! I'd thought the person in the window looked familiar. Are you buying something, too?

[windmill]

Probably not. [He feels intensely uncomfortable with the idea of buying something from here, now.] What did you pick up?

[fuelefficient]

*beeeep*

You have reached the phone number of Honda Kiku. If you wish to leave a message, drop it off with Netherlands-san or Hungary-san and I will get back to you in a few years.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

1/2

[windmill]

[AND LO AND BEHOLD, IT'S 200 YEARS AGO ALL OVER AGAIN]

[windmill]

[leaving a message:]

It's me. Pick up.

[fuelefficient]

[Not listening to messages, phone is off the hook, currently drawing doujin requests for Hungary]

[mr_blandy_bland]

[Drone Mia's requests weren't all that bad. But by this time the random errands were starting to get to him. This was his day off for god's sake.

Rushing around town to fulfill the insane list he was given.]

[windmill]

[Let's say Canada's running into the pharmacy!]

How can I help- ah. Hoi, Canada.

[mr_blandy_bland]

[He's just walking through the store picking up random things like makeup, perfume, aspirin, and a whole bunch of other stuff. When he finally manages to get to the counter, he looks exhausted.]

Netherlands...h-help me...

[windmill]

[just. staring. before he passes Canada his cup of coffee.]

The fuck is wrong, Matt? You okay?

[kleinefurstin]

[HEY she tried

and has an amazing headache as a result of her drinking binge last night, owww. Might be going into the pharmacy to pick something up for that.]

[windmill]

[leaning over the counter, la la la-- oh. it's Liechtenstein, and she looks... pretty sick fffff]

Hoi- ah-- Liechty...? You okay?

[kleinefurstin]

Hangover.

[windmill]

Right, right- [and without a word he's scanning the shelves and finding something for her.]