after a few games of uno (that ninety percent of them ended in screams), they got off the eurostar and finally entered the land of the netherlands, now breathing the same air as tommy's family and only an hour away from the small village tommy needs to be at. "hate to be the bearer of bad news guys," tubbo said as they stood on the side of the road, "but none of us knows dutch," he pointed out the problem none of them had thought of before.
there was a beat of silence before tommy said anything. "that's fine, i know a bit from the international day we had and i'm sure ranboo knows a bit," he stopped and patted ranboo's shoulder, "you seem like a guy that would know dutch. but a lot of people here know english as a second language." ranboo opened his mouth to say something but closed it right after and just gave tommy a confused look.
thanks to google maps they got to the right bus stop as a bus rounded the corner, and that's when tubbo noticed yet another problem, "uh guys?" he said, getting the attention of the two boys, "the netherlands uses euros," tommy went to answer again- then also realized it was indeed a problem, so he turned over to the tallest.
"i should have some euros actually," he said, taking the bag he had on his shoulders off one of them and checking the small pocket, taking out some notes along with a lot of coins, he didn't reply to the silent questions he was asked and instead put some coins into tommy's hands.
"i have no idea how fares work here so you can figure it out," he said to the extrovert, and they got on the bus as it pulled in, the two introverts pushing tommy to the front and keeping behind him.
"hey pal," he started- everyone around could definitely tell they were foreigners, "to be honest, i have no idea how this works, so how much do i put in for three teenagers?" he asked, the two others standing awkwardly behind him.
"this ride is on me, don't worry about it," he said, and refused any protests, "do you know where you need to go?" they nodded and tubbo flashed the phone in his hands before they thanked him and went to the back of the bus. there weren't many people there around them but made sure to be quiet for the few around them anyway.
"right, now i am panicking," tommy said as if everyone but him hadn't noticed. "what, well what will i say? they must think i'm in the bloody netherlands!" he exclaimed, "plus, what do we do about ranboo booting a guard and my 'parents'," he rambled onwards and fumbled over his words. there wasn't a lot of structure with life at this moment, most left to the unknown.
"right, first, they have no proof it's me other than really convenient body sizes," ranboo said, putting down one of the three fingers he held up, "secondly, your fake parents will get charged once they are sure you are the za's family, and for what you will say, i think it will just come out."
tommy was one to be spontaneous, quick to jump at chances without a second glance, but for this he wanted to be careful, if they didn't like him all this was for nothing. what if they don't want him anymore and he gets sent back to his parents. "i agree with boo, don't overthink it, be the usual 'head empty, no thoughts' type of guy," tubbo pushed him lightly.
"hey, what's your favourite colour? " ranboo asked suddenly, and although tommy didn't answer, tubbo did. tommy knew what they were doing, and he was glad it was working.
"yellow is like underrated, but not the piss yellow." tubbo's answer spiked an argument on what classes as 'piss colour' and then what is a healthy piss colour then after.
the rest of the ride was just them calming tommy's worries until all that was left was the ten minute walk to the address tommy held in his hands, the crumpled up paper with thick inked writing. tommy held it so tight they were surprised it hadn't ripped yet.
it wasn't hard to find the house, only needing to ask for a direction once, and soon they were at a row that only consisted of three houses, tubbo and ranboo quickly dragged the blonde to the house and knocked before tommy could run away.
an older male answered, he seemed to be in his thirties, and wore a palette of mainly green and white. "hey mates," he answered, obviously curious as to why three teenagers that looked run down were at his door.
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Fanfictionthomas 'tommy' simons always felt like he stood out like a sore thumb from his school, his neighbourhood, even his own household felt far away from him, like he was staring at the world through a foggy glass window. or where tommy runs away with tw...
