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Loose Lips Sink Ships [Netherlands/Belgium]
Title: Loose Lips Sink Ships
Characters/Pairing: Belgium/Netherlands
Rating: 10+ish
Length: 158 words
Summary: Netherlands wakes up with a hangover and some pending apologies.
Other: Response to a ficlet challenge at the anonmeme. Prompt was 'Agony'. (Original post)
Loose Lips Sink Ships
Netherlands opened his eyes, then immediately shut them, groaned, and pulled the covers over his head.
The window, bright with early-morning sun, had seared an impression on his retinas and he curled up into a ball underneath the blankets. Who the hell had opened the curtains?
...Wait. He frowned and tried to ignore the pounding in his head as he thought back to the previous night. What had he been doing, who had he been drinking with - hell, what had he been drinking? He couldn't remember where that bottle came from.
...Belgium. That was it. She'd brought it with her. That was who he'd had over. She'd got him talking. Somehow. And then kept filling his glass.
He said something she hadn't wanted to hear, hadn't he. Fuck.
He pushed his his head under the pillow, because somehow even with his eyes shut everything was too damn bright, and wondered how long he could put off apologizing.
Characters/Pairing: Belgium/Netherlands
Rating: 10+ish
Length: 158 words
Summary: Netherlands wakes up with a hangover and some pending apologies.
Other: Response to a ficlet challenge at the anonmeme. Prompt was 'Agony'. (Original post)
Loose Lips Sink Ships
Netherlands opened his eyes, then immediately shut them, groaned, and pulled the covers over his head.
The window, bright with early-morning sun, had seared an impression on his retinas and he curled up into a ball underneath the blankets. Who the hell had opened the curtains?
...Wait. He frowned and tried to ignore the pounding in his head as he thought back to the previous night. What had he been doing, who had he been drinking with - hell, what had he been drinking? He couldn't remember where that bottle came from.
...Belgium. That was it. She'd brought it with her. That was who he'd had over. She'd got him talking. Somehow. And then kept filling his glass.
He said something she hadn't wanted to hear, hadn't he. Fuck.
He pushed his his head under the pillow, because somehow even with his eyes shut everything was too damn bright, and wondered how long he could put off apologizing.