Tulips - Netherlands x Reader

Tulips

“Oh, come on... can't you lower the price?” France whines, a stack of Euros clutched in his fist.

“Not even by a Euro,” the Netherlands retorts, lifting his head upward ever so slightly.

Groaning Frenchly, France hands over the money in exchange for the barrel of fish.

You giggle with Belgium, watching the transaction from a stand in the market place. She grabs some apples and places them in her bag, paying the sore keep. “Keep the change,” she chimes.

The Netherlands looks over at you discreetly so you won't notice, a small smile growing on his usually bare features.

Francis eyes the taller man and chuckles softly. “Why don't you take that money,” he gestures toward the mound of Euros in the Netherlands' hand, “and go buy the belle some flowers? I'm sure you want to charm her, non?” With a wink, the Frenchman is off with his barrel of stinky fish.

He considers Francis' suggestion, then switches his gaze to the prices at the flower stand. The tulips are by far the prettiest...

I could drive to the tulip field and pick from there, however, it would cost me more in the end because of gas. Buying them would be cheaper. Plus, the field is far from here and _________ might be gone when I get back. I'm not going to take that chance.

He buys a bouquet. The blossomed tulips explode from the surrounding plastic, all wild with color;  a sweet smell surrounds them. He hides the bouquet behind his back and makes his way over to you.

“Miss ___________?” he says, his tone making him seem a little demanding. He mentally curses himself for it and hopes you didn't notice or care.

You hum questionably, turning to face the Dutchman. “Yes?”

He whips out the bouquet and hands it over. “These are for you,” his smile is so small that only Belgium really notices the positivity in his face. Moreover, embarrassment is becoming even more evident as a light brush of rose caresses his cheeks.

You grin excitedly, not expecting his gift. You accept it. “Wow, they're so beautiful! Thank you so much!”

“It was no problem--” he begins, but is cut off.

“'No problem'? You actually spent money on someone other than yourself, which is rare by itself!” Belgium hits you playfully on the arm. “You must mean something special to him!”

You giggle and meet the Netherland's eyes. “I'm glad!”

His smile grows wider, “I am, too.”