Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

The Unconsolable (Netherlands)

His nickname is Ned; no one knows his real name and, frankly, no one really cares. All they know is he's Ned the Addict. That's all there is to it; people refuse to give him money or food, close their doors on him, turn away when he speaks to him. He is never sober in the public eye and hardly in the day hours. Bars, clubs, and liquor stores have stopped allowing him in their businesses because of the trouble he causes– doesn't pay, starts fights, never leaves....

But he's my brother. I love him unconditionally and requaintedly. My door is always open to him, my arms too. So are pockets apparently. But in all honesty, it does not bother me! People are always talking trash about my brother and telling to just leave him but I can't! And it pisses me off that they would say what they do (not that it is any surprise to me now). Even then, I can't be quiet; someone usually has to pull me away from the bastard.

And my mother is no better. Dutch and German blood mixed in her, sometimes a good thing. Mostly disastrous though. She is not oblivious to her son's activities and lifestyles but she isn't gonna smoke a cig and sit back as you badmouth her only and elsdest son. My mother with give you a look as soon as you get onto the subject of her child; you continue, she gives you a warning, usually something like, "Alright now. It would really be nice if you would shut the hell up," and laugh it off so you can't tell whether she is joking or not; by now if you haven't caught the hint of her constant staring and huffing, you're stupid. Lastly, she will put out her cig or slam her drink on the table and start yelling in a mad mix of Dutch (Holland is where she grew up) and German (her father was German so she learned Dutch and German around the time) and English (her fourth language)– basically ready to kiss ass. I laugh at her though.

"Kostbaar...meisje?"

I slam the book close, throw it somewhere under my covers, and replace it with a textbook. "Hej, bro!" I call to him. I get a grunt in response. Ned HATES Denmark. He hates Denmark all together, for some reason; but I like to mess with him about it anyway.

Where I sit in my room on my bed, the head looks out into the hallway. And at the moment, I have the door open and can see all the way to the other side of the dining room. In the way of my inglorious view now is my big brother, Ned Fjord.

"Hoe was het op school?"  The Dutch man enters my doorway and leans upon it casually. I've learned by now that there are some days he isn't drop dead drunk– he has sober days and, today, happens to be one of them. I look up at him, feeling a smile tug my lips; his tulip lookalike blond hair, frost green eyes, strong jaw, broad shoulders, usual blue uniform and Holland flagged scarf, white gloves he wears for some odd reason. I squint at the article my brother chooses to wear 24/7. Then I notice one is missing, hidden behind his back.

"Whatcha got there, brother?" I point to his missing hand. "Its not some weird Anti-Danmark poster? Because if it is...." I purposely look over at my closet, where I stuff the stupid things he likes to get me.

"Bloemen voor mijn zusje, " he reveals the multicolored flowers he love so much. Tulips.

"Het is prima om Engels te spreken, weet je." I stand and accept the gift. Its his way of apologizing; a thing he has been doing for years, to show flower-by-flower, that he is getting better. I count them. Five.

"Better, see? Two more, Y/n..... Two more." I sigh. He... He is like......

"I see, Ned. And I know," I smile. Setting the flowers on my bed away from my junk, I turn back to my older brother. I take another look at his face, just nervous.... I love him.

"Y/n?" Ned asks. I blink. Oops, been staring too long.

"Ik hou van je, Need Fjord. Mijn grote broer. En maak je geen zorgen, ik weet dat je probeert." I wrap my arms around around his torso, bury my head in his chest. I know he's trying and he's getting better. Soon, everyone will no longer call him Ned the Addict....

But just Ned. And care for him like a friend.

I hope we stay, thick as thieves
Butter and bread
Peels out colonial home
And I wish I could shout you out
False start

And you said you a-are
Unconsolable
And you said you a-are
And you said you a-are
Unconsolable
Unconsolable

Going back to your room
Wait a minute its my room
Throwing up on my bed
Was it something I said?
I sa-aid?
Eh hey

Buckle your seat belts
Polluting the airwaves
Single and lonely
Hey

Unconsolable by X Ambassadors

AN: I love this song so much!! Its beautiful, truly. The story is from your POV and the song, Ned's; which is basically him wishing the best for you and saying how brave and strong you are, he loves you and wishes to stay together and protect you as the big brother he is suppose to be instead of the screw up he is now. And the lyrics were purposefully out of order b/c I didn't want the entire song on here.

Translations:

Kostbaar...meisje?— Precious.... girl?

Hej— Hello in Danish

Hoe was het op school?— How was school?

Bloemen voor mijn zusje— Flowers for my sister

Het is prima om Engels te spreken, weet je— It's okay to speak English, you know

Ik hou van je, Need Fjord. Mijn grote broer. En maak je geen zorgen, ik weet dat je probeert— I know, Ned Fjord. My big brother. And don't worry, I know you are trying

Everything else is in Dutch.