✨oneshots | countryhumans (DISCONTINUED). ✨

netherlands x jamaica | angsty fluff

requested by @ash1732
🇳🇱: male
🇯🇲: male
—————
   "you got it?"
   "yeah," a low voice answered.
   "thanks man," the country stuffed cash into the dealer's greedy hands.
   without a word of goodbye, jamaica left the dark alleyway and hopped into his car. he pulled out his phone and a box of cigerettes, lighting one and sticking it in his mouth. he let out a shaky breath, immediatley relaxing, feeling once again at home. weed, however, was not what he had bought from the dealer. he bought some pills that were supposed to make him feel better.
   he typed in the passcode to his phone, and immediatley called his best friend, brazil. it ringed for a few minutes before the other finally picked up.
   "hey," jamaica said.
   "olá(hello)"
   "we still up for tonight?"
   "tonight? what is there tonight?"
   "did you forget? there's a party at netherland's, you said you were gonna come with me,"
   "oh" was the reply. "yeah i probably forgot...uh, well, i can't go because i just made plans with argentina"
   "okay. bye then, i guess,"
   "bye"

   jamaica knew that this friendship was one-sided, but he hoped that brazil would at least try to hide it a bit more. he sighed, inhaling another puff of smoke before turning on his car and driving back to his apartment. he played some music, and blasted it through the car audio in order to silence his thoughts.
   they first met at a football (a/n: not soccer >:( ) match, and befriended through their shared love of the sport. a few years had passed since then, and it seemed as brazil just lost interest in him completely. like he didn't want to be friends anymore but didn't want to hurt his feelings. the green, black, and yellow colored country furrowed his eyebrows in this memory. he hated liars and cheaters. he had had too many bad experiences with them.

   should he even go to the party? he doesn't know if any of his other friends will be there, and if brazil isn't coming then what is the point? he turned a corner, almost running someone over.
   "watch where you're going, dumbass!" the human he had almost killed yelled at him angrily.
   but jamaica didn't care about some silly human. they were a waste of time.

   as soon as he got to his house, he fell flat on the floor and groaned. he reached into his pocket, digging for the drugs he had just purchased. after getting a drink of water, he gulped down his happy pill and sat down.

   make it stop make it stop make it stop    make it stop make it stop make it stop   make it stop make it stop make it stop   make it stop make it stop make it stop   make it stop make it stop make it stop   make it stop make it stop make it stop   make it stop make it stop make it stop   make it stop make it stop make it stop

    why couldn't he just let go?

  why couldn't he just be...free?
  the country clinged on to his beanie, still sitting on his head, while he groaned and let out small choked sobs. he had no right to feel this way. nothing fucking happened. he was just overreacting, he was just looking for attention.
  another sob let out, this time finally a real one.
  why was he so sad all of a sudden? there was no reason.
 
   jamiaca had spurts like this of either sadness or anger several times before, but usually they had a trigger to them. brazil ditching him was something he was used to, that wouldn't be the thing that caused these emotions.

   the country had no idea what was happening and why he was feeling this way, and it scared him. he didn't like not having the answers. it's similar to being lied to, in a way. you feel betrayed. by the universe, by his friends, by himskef even.

   emotions were too confusing most of the time. he just kept it all down inside until he got home, and then he would be able to smoke it out before things got worse. he wasn't a stranger to drugs either, so that couldn't be it. usually it felt different.
   unaware at the moment of the world around him, he did not realize his phone was ringing. he finally heard, and quickly cleared his throat so whoever was calling wouldn't know he had been sobbing for the past hour. he didn't bother to read the contact name that came up when it rang, he just answered immediately.

   "jamaica!!! where are you bro?"
   "what? who is this?"
   "netherlands. tall dutch bike weed man, remember?"
   oh yeah, he remembered.
   "anyways," netherlands continued. "are you coming to the party or not? you haven't replied to any of my texts,"
   "oh. sorry about that i was...busy,"
   "righttt." the tall dutch bike weed man sniggered. "so you coming?"
   "no, i do't think so, sorry. something came up,"
   "there will be lots of weed, if that plays a factoe in your decision."
   jamaica sighed. he was in no place to go to a party right now, but he decided it was better to go than to have people worried about him and then shoving their asses into his business.
    "i'll come!"
    "yeah!! that's the spirit, my favorite son of a gun," he leaughed cheerfully.
    something about his voice made him feel a bit better. it was nice hearing somebody else be happy, to know that in that moment they are not suffering.
    "see you then,"
   "doei(bye),"

   the call ended.
   "guess that means i'm going to a party now," jamaica muttered to himself. he carelesssy threw his closet door looking for something to wear. he pulled out a striped shirt and blue jeans, with a new beanie on his head.

   "mijn vriend(my friend)!" a familiar voice exclaimed as he invited jamaica into the house. "do your thing," he flashed a grin at him before letting out a puff of smoke from his cigerette. "you want a puff?" netherlands handed him the object, jamaica accepting his offer.
   "you got any quieter rooms?" netherlands' face change as he realized why he wanted that.
   "of course," he answered softly.
   he lead the shorter country to a guest room with a bed and a television set. "write down here, sir." jamaica chuckled.
   "do you have any video games?"
   "naturally," he said, before showcasing his huge collection of video games. "mind if i play with you?"
   "not at all," he replied. the other smiled excitedly while plopping down on the bed so he could have a good view of the screen.

   "—and then they were like WOOSH!" the jamaican laughed like a lunatic, clearly high and having lost all senses. the video games were abandoned, and the two countries were now telling each other some random shit that came out of nowhere. after a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter, the noise finally died down and netherlands said "so are you gonna tell me what happened before you came?"
   "nothing big," he looked away. "just brazil being a bitch,"
  "he did not." the dutch gasped like a middle school girl learning about the latest gossip. "...what did he do?"
  "ditched me. it's really not a big deal it just didn't really feel good, you know? i fucking hate liars,"
  "wat een klooztak(what a bastard)," he snarled. "can i hurt him?"
   jamaica snorted, a little bit of the high energy returning.
   "we'll beat his ass!"
   "we sure as fuck will!"
   they cheered, before forgetting entirely what they were talking about and going back to being high dumbasses taking about dogs that went woosh.

————
1316 words
i'm so so sorry this was a bit rushed but i hope you still liked it somehow
had a tiny bit of shitpost in it i'm sorry i couldn't help myself 😭
love you 💞💞