Hetalia Oneshots

The Netherlands - Debts Cleared

Song: Gym Class Heroes - Stereo Hearts ft. Adam Levine

It was the 80's, and you were skateboarding down a boulevard. You were wearing a denim jacket and a white tank top underneath, baggy jeans folded at your calves, a red baseball hat worn backwards, and black sneakers.

A fifty-pound grey boombox was on your shoulder, blaring Michael Jackson. You pulled out the cherry lollypop out of your mouth and tossed it into a trashcan since it tasted disgusting. The only thing it did was turn your lips and tongue red.

The day was calm and sunny, and everything was peaceful until your boombox suddenly stopped working. You rolled your eyes and tried slapping it to get it to start working, but nothing happened.

"Not this again." you took it off your shoulder and carried it with you to a repair shop you often visited. Pushing open the glass door, you called,

"Abel! Please fix this thing for me."

"Quiet down, will you?" said the tall, young Dutchman with piercing green eyes and blond hair named Abel, "What is it now?"

Abel was a really good friend of yours. You befriended him because his sister, Alice introduced you to him. Coming to good terms with him was difficult since there was a lot of friction due to both of your conflicting personalities.

While you were chill, laid back, and cool, he was serious, slightly frightening, and straightforward. Things were initially rough around the edges, but soon, both of you just slowly got used to dealing with each other.

"I'm your customer, you shouldn't treat me like that." you kept your boombox on the counter.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes, "What happened to this now?"

Despite how much he cussed you out or called you an idiot, you could tell he cared for you. You just wished that he would admit it.

"How the hell should I know? It suddenly stopped in the middle of my favorite Michael Jackson song." you pouted as you leaned your elbows on the counter, and let your legs play with your skateboard.

Abel didn't say much. He just got out some of his tools, opened up the boombox, did a little tinkering, put in a new battery, and gave it to you after a while. You put in a mixtape you made, and it was working perfectly fine.

"You ought to clean this once in a while." he said as he landed a soft karate chop on your head, "It was dusty all over."

"Okay!" you smiled widely, "How much do I have to pay?"

"Your entire bank account." he replied, adding a dollop of sarcasm while his arms were crossed.

"Sorry, I've got only twenty dollars." You shrugged, pulled out the twenty and put it on the counter.

"Clearly, you need a little more to settle this." he said.

"I'll ask your sister then." you smiled, "Alice-"

"Don't even try." he caught you by the collar of your denim jacket, "You'll have to pay it back to me anyway."

"Geez, you're so serious all the time." you pouted yet again, and pushed his hand away, "I'll pay it back asap, okay?"

"You'd better." he collected his tools and hung them on the wall, "Also, instead of roaming around on that battered skateboard, why don't you get a job or something?"

"I'm still looking for one. It's tough shit, you know." you said. He hummed and took your boombox.

"Of course, you've got no redeeming qualities or any work experience." he said bluntly, and you had no choice to agree since it was sadly true.