Wedding Day

Wedding day

Johan - Netherlands

Henri - Luxembourg

Emma - Belgium

Broer - brother

Broertje - little brother

He is standing in front of the mirror. He is still standing in front of that mirror. Was he really this vain? Checking his hair and tie once more, Johan couldn’t stop himself. Everything had to be perfect. It wasn’t common for him to be this nervous about something, but today is a very special day.

“Johan, broer, turn around.” Ah, just what he needed. The voice of his baby brother to drag him out of his own thoughts and he did as the younger man told him to.

“What is it, Henri, broertje?” He asked, before darling little brother nearly strangled him with his own tie.

“Now it’s straight. Don’t think I did not notice that you were glaring at your tie.”

Johan turned towards the mirror again to check if it really was straight.

“It’s straight, don’t you dare touch it.”

“.. find it hard to believe.” Johan blinked and tried to focus and remember what Henri had been talking about.

“You are actually going to sign the most important document in your life.” Henri continued and smiled happily at his brother.

“One of the most important.” Johan corrected. “I’m a nation and I have duties to my people.”

“No.” His little brother argued. “The most important one, this one is just for you. And the one you love the most. It’s special.”

He opened his mouth to disagree, but simply closed it again. Opened it again. Closed it again. Madeline was special. She was his life since she had saved his life. Even with the lifespan of a nation, he wouldn’t love another like he loved Canada.

The door opened slightly and Emma poked her head around the corner. With her typical grin, she looked at her brothers. “Are the both of you ready?” Shifting her gaze to look directly into Johan’s eyes, his younger siblings were conspiring against him even on a day like this, she continued.

“Johan, your bride is ready and waiting for you to come pick her up.”

Then Emma’s smile turned into more of a smirk.

“Francis, Arthur and Alfred are waiting with her. Good luck.”

That proved it, his sister was secretly wanted to see him suffer. She was enjoying the idea of him facing Maddie’s family alone. Threatening him. Typically Emma.

The Netherlands and Denmark are somewhat known for being flat countries, although the Netherlands’ highest point is Vaalserberg with 322.7 m, Denmark’s being Møllehøj with 170.86 m.

Sister’s revolution

“Big brother?” the boy wispered as he looked at the retreating back of his older sister. “Why is Emma leaving us. Did someone send her away?” The young boy had tears in his eyes.

Johan tried his best to blink away his own tears away, Henri had heard Emma and him fight too many times already. He did not need to see his big brother break down now, right as his other sibling was leaving him behind. His beloved baby sister had seen him, Johan, as not good enough once again.

Once she had chosen to stay with Spain and now, she chose to leave Johan.

Still, how could he tell Henri that it was his fault that their sister was leaving? That no, she was not being send away by anyone, she just did not want to near the Dutchman anymore. So she walked away from him, and as long as he had custody of their youngest sibling, she was going to walk away from Henri too.

Luxembourg would have to go without his older sister, simply because Johan had not been able to make her stay with them. How was he going to apologise for that? Say he was sorry it was just going to be the two of them for now?

His united kingdom had fallen apart. And he feared it would crumble even further.

Maybe he had never been meant to be a good older brother.

Maybe he had been meant to fail België and Luxemburg all along.

For now, he wrapped an arm around the younger boy and pulled him close to himself as he could and used the other hand to hide his face as the tears escaped from his eyes and the man did all he could to prevent the sobs escaping his mouth.

No matter how much he wanted to cry and mourn the loss, he could not. Right now, he had to be strong for his baby brother, who was crying over their sister leaving.

His family had fallen apart.

Netherlands - Johan

Belgium/België - Emma

Luxembourg/Luxemburg - Henri

Belgian Revolution (1830-1831), the succesion of the southern states of the united kingdom of the netherlands to become the independent kingdom of Belgium.

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Ghost ships and a bleeding stone

Maddie - Canada

Johan - Netherlands

“Tell me one of your scary stories.” She said softly.

“One of my scary stories?” Johan asked as he tried to find the candles he kept in the closet in case of emergency.

“We all have them.” Madeline stated, while she listened to him moving things around.

“I don’t have a lot of them though.”

For a second, Madeline was blinded by a sudden light she had not expected. Then she saw Johan standing in front of her with a lit candle and a box of extra candles on the table. He motioned for her to make some room and sat down besides her on the couch. “This power failure could last a while, not exactly what I had in mind for your visit here.”

Maddie smiled gently at him as she sat closer to him and Johan put his arm around her. “It’s alright. Just tell me a story.” She answered while she fixed the throw around them.

The man gave her a glance, before sighing and giving in to her. Johan would never understand how others could forget about her or see his Maddie as a shy and timid girl. He had only ever seen her as a strong, determined woman.

“Sailors used to say that a ship that had left but neither reached its destination or ever returned to its home haven, must either have sunk or still be sailing out there somewhere.” He began. “I’ll tell you about a ship, or the remnants of a ship that sometimes dooms up out of the fog that covers the waters. Sometimes a great, black bird is seen circling around the masts.”

“I love the way you enjoy telling the story of the Flying Dutchman.” She murmured.

He stared at her, almost offended.

“What’s wrong?” she quickly inquired.

“Different story, different ship.” He informed her. “For one, the ships sailed out from different harbours.” She couldn’t be sure in the light of the candle, but she thought he might be sulking.

Before she could ask him to continue his story, her other half already moved on.

“Another story then. I once had this small island, before the construction of the Afsluitdijk and turning the Zuiderzee into the Ijsselmeer, that had this story. On a specific spot on that island was a place where witches and warlocks gathered. On evenings like that the people of the island would stay inside. These nights, when clouds would pass in front of the full moon, a ship would sail through the sky above Schokland and the people of the islands knew that somewhere-”

“Another ship, Johan?” Madeline asked.

“This one sailed through the sky, it’s different.” He argued.

“You’re just obsessed with ships, darling.” She whispered in return.

“They’re a part of my past, my golden age. Not even England had a merchant fleet as large as mine.”

“I know.”

“He only had around a 180 ships.”

“Not  a lot?” It must have been for the time.

“I had some 2500 merchant ships at the time.”  He stated proudly.

“You are and were obsessed.” The Canadian woman said smiling bright. She loved it when this man besides here gave himself so completely to something.

“Maybe.” Johan conceded.

Leaning against him, Maddie listend to Johan as he softly told her the story about a stone.

“…and in that lane, you can find the Bloedsteen.”

“What is so special about that stone?”

“Like the name says, it’s bleeds.”

“It does what?”

Johan shrugged his shoulders. “It bleeds, but only during full moon and you have to stab it with a needle.”

“A bloodstone?”

“Yes, stab it and blood comes flowing from the, well, the wound.” He leaned forward to lit another candle and blow out the dying one. Sitting back he continued. “It’s a relatively modern story.”

“Our people will always come up with new stories.”

“I’m just curious why they chose to focus on the stone. They could have made a ghost story about the burial mount beneath the maze at the end of the lane.”

Maddie stared at him incredulously.

“The name of that lane is Doolhoflaan for a reason.” He simply provided at the look she gave him.

Doolhof - Maze

Laan - Lane

so, Mazelane