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Hetalia Family Week - Day 1: Hobbies

This is my entry for @hetafamilyweek day 1 - hobbies (and hugs)

Summary:  They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

This has also been posted to my a03!

Disclaimer: the opinions of the characters aren’t necessarily the authors opinion. Also, some of the sentences have been translated with Google Translate. If there is any mistake, please let me know and I'll fix as soon as possible! The translations are at the end.

Names used:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Antonio = Spain

Matthew = Canada

Abel = Holland, @starflight-blog oc

Sjoerd = Friesland, @starflight-blog oc

Lieke = Groningen, @starflight-blog oc

Relevant headcanons time!  

- Femke owns a cat named Mika

- Matthew and Willem are married (see end notes for more info)

- Matthew uses he/they pronouns

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They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

"Can't you two sit still for like five minutes? If you want this painting to actually look good, you're gonna have to let me actually have time to paint you!"

"What if we want it to look like Picasso?"

"Laurent, hoepel een eind op, Picasso sucks and so do his paintings."

"Don't let Antonio hear you say that."

"Antonio can go fuck himself."

"Guys, let's keep this fun, alright? I want to enjoy this day," Femke chimed in. Willem huffed but didn't complain further. Laurent grinned and continued composing a piece for the harp standing next to him.  

(When Laurent had led them towards his "inspiration room" as he liked to call it, which was just a room filled with instruments, art supplies and more, both siblings had been filled with dread at the thought of Laurent playing the tuba, or god forbid, the trombone. Willem had said: "Laurent, I swear to god, if you're going to play the tuba or the trombone, I'm going to throw both you and the instrument out of the nearest window." To which Laurent had been a smartass and replied, "Can you even lift all that weight though?" That had ended up in a chase through the house that ended when Femke tackle-hugged both.)

The comfortable silence continued for a while, broken only by the occasional sigh from one of the siblings or Laurent trying the piece on the harp.

"Hey, Fem," Laurent walked up to her while he was taking a quick break, "What're you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to embroider our pets, but this stitch just won't work, godverdomme-"

"Maybe you should take a break and come back to it later? It's getting late anyway, we should eat dinner soon," Laurent suggested. Femke nodded. When no conformation came from Willem, they turned to him.

"Hey, earth to Willem! Did you hear what we just said?" Laurent asked, walking up to him and quickly stopping next to him. "Nondikass!" He exclaimed. "Willem, that looks amazing! How'd you do that in such a short time?!"

Femke, now curious, walked up to her brothers and peeked over their shoulders. "What the fuck, Willem," she gaped at the painting in front of her. It was clearly her and Laurent doing their respective hobbies, with beautiful lighting and background. The vibrant colours of the front of the painting was a stark contrast to the background, which had much softer tones. "You told us you were rusty! What part of this is rusty?!"

Willem, who was now looking more like a tomato, opened his mouth, no doubt to point out all the things that were wrong with it, but Laurent cut him off. "Nope, Mr. Perfectionist, you're not pointing out all the imperfections of this, and that's final. This is a masterpiece, seriously. Don't give me that look!"

"You know," Femke mused, "I might actually hang this in my house once it's dry."

"Guys," Willem said, flustered, "It's not that good. Really. Thanks for the compliments, but-"

"No buts!" Femke exclaimed at the same time Laurent yelled: "Not that good?!"

"Yeah, it's... the colour's off, the perspective is weird, and-"

"I am this close to actually strangling you with your scarf, Willem," Femke cut him off, her hands on her hips. "So what if it isn't perfect? That doesn't make it look any less amazing! I'll tell you what, we're gonna take a break, then we're going to come back here, and you'll see how amazing this actually looks."  

Willem looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine..."

"Now don't go around brooding like that, it's no fun," Laurent said while shooting Femke a quick thumbs-up. Femke grinned.

"Now, come on! I'll make waffles!"

---

"Hey, Matthew replied!" Laurent exclaimed, effectively cutting off Willems' story on the antics of Abel and Sjoerd.

(Apparently, they had gotten into a fight over who had the most creative curse words. This had ended in Abel singing along to the curse word song in Dutch, until Lieke walked in. Sjoerd had promptly slapped a hand over Abel's mouth to stop him from ‘tainting Lieke's innocence’. It was weird.)

"What do you mean?" Willem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, dearest brother of mine," Laurent replied with a shit-eating grin, which did absolutely nothing to ease Willem's worries. "Because you didn't seem too convinced by us literally shouting how amazing your painting was, we decided to send a picture to Matthew-"

"You what?!"

"-to see what he thinks of it," Laurent continued, unfazed. "Since, you know, you seem to care a lot about what they think, about as much as you care about what we think? I mean I would hope so, considering we're your siblings, but-"

"You're getting off track, Laurent," Femke cut him off. "Anyway, we figured that if anyone other than us would manage to convince you that your painting is amazing, it's gonna be Matthew."

"I-"

"Don't even try to deny it. We went to your wedding, remember? We know how much you care about him. Which is a good thing, by the way. So, Laurent, what did they say?"

"Well, there's an all-caps keysmash, followed by an all-caps 'what?!'. Scratch that, basically everything is in caps. So, the general train of thought is 'what the fuck, this is beautiful, how the fuck did he do this, he calls this rusty?!' And finally, 'I love it 10/10 would hang in my living room and/or show off to my family and friends. It's beautiful and I'll physically fight him on that.'"

"Awww, that's so sweet! See, Willy, your painting truly is amazing!" Femke, sporting a somehow genuine but shit-eating grin, patted her brother on the back. Said brother had his head in his hands and may or may not be crying.

"I hate you two," came the muffled reply with no real heat behind it. Femke and Laurens laughed.

"We love you too, you softie! Now come on, who's ready to spend more time together!" Femke cheered, already halfway across the room.

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"Jezus Christus, Femke, that looks amazing!" Willem said, looking at the embroidery his sister had made. It pictured their pets, Pelutze, Mika, and Nijntje. 

"Aww, thanks Willem!"

"Wait, let me see- wow, sis, this is really good! I love it!"  

"Thank you, Lau! By the way, is your composition nearly finished? I want to hear it!"

"Me too, actually."

"Well, it's not done yet, but I can play what I have so far?"

"Yes please!" Femke smiled.

Laurent sat down and started playing the piece of music he had written on the harp. Moving his fingers delicately along the strings, the beautiful melody carried along the room. Once he was done, he looked up.

"So... what did you think- Femke are you okay?!"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... it's so beautiful!" Femke cried, flinging herself at Laurent and crushing him in a hug.  

"I agree with Femke, it was wonderful," Willem chimed in, walking over to his siblings. Femke quickly included him in the hug.

"You two are so talented, what the hell!"

"Fem, you're crushing me," Laurent gasped. "And don't you dare exclude yourself, have you seen what you just made?!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, remember," Willem said, parroting her words back to her with a smirk.

"Why are you like this?"

Willem laughed at this. "You still love me despite it, though!"

"That's not an answer!"

"Is it not?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Guys, please stop. This is a stupid argument," Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Rolling your eyes at us? How rude, Lau," Willem said, locking him in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Hmmm, let's see... Nope."

"Oh, come on! Fem, help me out here!"

Femke just laughed in response.

"Betrayal!" Laurent screeched, struggling to get out of his brother's headlock. Femke just laughed harder in response, almost falling over.

"You know, you could always just say the magic word to get out."

"The magic- What am I, five?"

"You certainly act like it sometimes."

"Fëck dech."

"Real mature, Laurent."

"Oh, like asking for the magic word is so mature."

"Absolutely. I haven't heard it yet, by the way. Femke, are you doing alright?" Willem asked, as his sister was now lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she shook no.

"Seems like you'd better let me go before we make Femke choke," Laurent commented. Willem tsk-ed.

"Fine, fine. Fem, get up," he said, letting Laurent out of the headlock and extending a hand towards Femke.

"Give- give me a... minute," she said, still gasping for air. After she managed to get enough air in her lungs and not burst out laughing after she saw her brothers standing in front of her with worried (albeit semi-irritated) looks, she finally took Willem's offered hand.

"You two are utter morons."  

Willem gasped. "Are you hearing this, Laurent? Slander, complete and utter slander!"

"Well, she's right about one of us, and it isn't me."

"Laurent, ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt-"

"Try me, old man-"

"Who're you calling old you little-"

''Oh for- hou uw bakkes! If this becomes another argument, I will smother both of you!''

''You wouldn't dare,'' Willem said. After a beat of silence and a fierce glare from Femke, he added: ''Would you?''

''I don't know, why don't you find out?''

''Fem, you're scaring me a bit here,'' Laurent said nervously. Femke hummed. Laurent looked at Willem, wide-eyed. Willem just looked back and shrugged.

''Could you even reach me though?'' Willem, who apparently had a death wish, asked.

Femke whipped around, glaring at her brother. Willem just glared back.

''Guys, no, no one's getting killed today,'' Laurent interjected. ''This is supposed to be a fun family meeting, remember? If there's any way anyone's going down,'' he added on, a devilish grin on his face as he slowly inched closer to his still glaring siblings, ''It's going to be this way!'' he yelled as he quickly poked Willem in his side, who immediately yelped and tried to get away. To no avail, because Femke quickly latched onto his arm and started poking him in his side too.  

''No, Fem, wait- What did I do to deserve this?!''

''Well, uh... you took the last waffle?''

''Are you asking me, or-'' Willem started to ask, then yelped again as his siblings started to tickle him.

''No! Please, mercy!''

''Hmmm, Lau, what do you think? Should we stop?'' Femke asked, looking at her younger brother.

''I don’t know, Fem,'' Laurent answered back, devilish grin still on his face. ''He hasn’t said the magic word yet.''

''Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! Laurens, stop!''

''Hmm, let me think. Nee.''

Femke snickered. ''He looks like a worm, wiggling like that.''

''How the fuck-''

''Oh my god you're so right,'' Laurent said. ''Willem the worm,'' he started to say, but burst out laughing halfway through. Femke laid on top of Willem, wheezing. Willem, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified.

''You two are so immature,'' he said.

''Says the guy currently laying on the floor because he's ticklish.''

''I will strangle you,'' Willem threatened.

''Try me, bit- Hey!'' Laurent started to say, before Willem had reached forward and pulled him besides him.

''You know, this is actually surprisingly comfortable,'' Femke commented after a beat of silence.

''No, you're heavy. Get off me- Lau don't you dare lay on top of Femke or I swear- oof!''

''Hmm? What was that?''

''I'll kill you.''

''Aw, we love you too!''

''... Ugh, fine, if I say it, will you get off?''

''Maybe!''

''You two are gremlins, oh my god. Fine, I love you too.''

''He said it! Lau, he said it!''

''Yeah yeah, we all heard it. Now get off me.''

''I mean... technically I never promised I'd get off-''

''Off. Now. Or I'll never bring you stroopwafels again.''

This earned him a scandalized gasp from both of his siblings.

''You’re so mean! How dare you deprive us of stroopwafels?!''

''You can't do that!''

''You two are impossible. I said off,'' Willem complained, trying to sit up. Which was hard, considering Femke was literally laying on top of him.  

''Say the magic word first.''

''Are you serious right now? Femke, we are not five.''

''So?''

''... Fine. Femke, can you please get the fuck off me?''

''Fine, close enough,'' she said as she got off Willem, who immediately took a deep breath.

''Finally, oh sweet air how much I've missed you.''

''You’re so weird. Anyway,'' Femke said, turning towards Laurent. ''You recorded the whole thing, right?''

Laurent laughed and rolled his eyes. ''Like you had to ask.''

Willem gaped at them, before jumping up. ''Godver- Laurent give that camera here, right now!''

''No, I don’t want to. I must say this is great blackmail material.''

''Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan-''

''Du muss mech als éischt fänken!''

Needless to say, Willem ended up chasing Laurent through the house, Femke following closely behind. In the end, all three of them ended up in a dogpile on the couch, laughing. Yeah, family meetings were fun indeed.

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Translations:

Hoepel een eind op (Dutch) = a nice(ish) way of saying ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’

Godverdomme (Dutch, Flemish) = goddammit

Nondikass (Luxembourgish) = used as an exclaimation, meaning something like ‘damn’.

Jezus Christus (Dutch) = Jesus Christ

Fëck dech (Luxembourgish) = Screw you

Ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt (Dutch) = I will throw you into the North Sea if you don't stop. (The word ‘tyf’ is pretty rude though, albeit used by a lot of teens in my experience, so I would not recommend going around actually saying this.)

Hou uw bakkes (Flemish) = shut up

Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! (Dutch) = ‘Goddammit, of course that's the answer. Fuck!’ (even though the word 'kut’ doesn’t mean ‘fuck’, it's used as a replacement pretty often. The more accurate translation would be ‘vagina’, as that is literally what it means, but it's used as a curse word more often than not.)

Nee (Dutch, Flemish, Luxembourgish) = No

Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan- = Laurent, if you don't give me the camera right now, then-

Du muss mech als éischt fänken! (Luxembourgish) = youre gonna have to catch me first!

Stroopwafels are a Dutch delicacy, I love them so much. Basically, they’re waffles with syrup in between. Google them for examples and probably a better explanation.

I am physically incapable of not adding in a sprinkle of NedCan. I'm sorry (but actually not really,, as stated, Willem and Matthew are married so technically Matthew is family- *gets smacked*)

The ending is more crack and longer than I intended because I have no self-control. Sue me.

Moral of the story: don't anger short ppl. They’re angrier cuz they’re closer to hell-

Yes Willem is ticklish, I said what I said.

Bonus scene: ''Wait, so if Willem is a worm, would Matthew be like... a moose?''

''I am begging you two to stop. Laurent, stop laughing!''

[arsonaetcuh]

Hi I finally finished the provinces picrew thingy.

Translation Provinces of the Kingdom of the Netherlands

Teenage Years

Explanations:

Noord-Brabant, Friesland and Gelderland hit puberty late

Utrecht hit puberty early

I couldn't be bothered to fix Flevoland's fringe

How does one make a resting bitch face on picrew?

[nomoreough]

Mii painting i finished last night fo school ft. My cat, nekotalia nedden, groningen, netherlands and suffering

[therearelightningonthetatra]

My Himaruya's style version of APH Groningen by @askfryslanandholland! It's a sketch, I'll finish her soon.

It's the daugther of her OC of Friesland, and she is a farmer like Ukraine

If you like it, please follow the original artist, she makes cute drawings and her knowlegde of the Netherlands it's great! Her OCs are so cool.

[ask-thenetherlands]

Groningen doesn't exist.

Groningen: "...I know this was you, Friesland."

[dropje-stuff]

Groningen (Stad en Ommeland)

((As promised, here’s the new drawing for Groningen and this time it includes the Ommelanden! The description for them will be updated in the near future on @ask-thenetherlands!))

[ask-femned]

((A casual reminder these are all the provinces that have appeared so far (and are available for asks, mind you!):

Flevoland: The youngest of the provinces. He came into existence around 1940, but only became an official province in 1985. Because he's the youngest, he's still developing his identity. The other provinces (and Aletta even more) tend to baby him a lot. He himself doesn't like that very much, but realizes he can't really do anything about it. He figures they mostly use him as an excuse to celebrate certain children's holiday's (like Sint Maarten).

Groningen: The most northern of the provinces. She represents both the city of Groningen as the province and poses as a student in the city. She used to be part of Frisia's land, but fought for separation, which has led to some bitter feelings between her and Frisia. Because most of her land is rural, the other provinces often think of her as a country girl (this isn't completely incorrect). She sometimes feels her worries are being ignored or not being taken seriously by the other provinces and cities. Her motto is "Er gaat niets boven Groningen" (Nothing stands above Groningen).

Frisia: The province who's appeared the most on the blog. By far the oldest of the provinces, seeing as she has been representing everyone who calls themselves "Fries" since ancient time. She prefers to speak in her own language (Fries), even when the others can't understand her. She suffers from the same problem as Groningen, being quite a rural area and sometimes isn't taken seriously. Then again, she doesn't quite care much for the other provinces and has voiced her opinion about becoming independent (she most likely won't go through with it). She's very passive agressive towards Groningen. She might be Koen's mother.))

[arsonaetcuh]

Making some sort of teenage photo collection with the provinces for proper character designs! They were all made with picrew

I will fix Flevoland's fringe and some other mistakes later

Bonus:

Friesland and Gelderland are going through their angsty-teenager phase.

(yes I know the look 10 but these were made with picrew cuz I cannot draw so gimme a break)

Also Utrecht looking almost as classy as Luxembourg!

[arsonaetcuh]

I got bored so I drew a countyhumans/hetalia crossover picture of the Netherlands and his provinces and regions.

Based on chapter four of my Netherlands oneshot book on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29274279/chapters/72226773

Yes, I drew North and South Holland as one person because everyone keeps referring to the Netherlands as 'Holland'. There's a rant about it in the chapter

[ask-thenetherlands]

-a bottle with a note in it has appeared to Andrias, the note reads- I borrowed your tools : ) - Jaitze

Groningen: “...I’ll be back.”

[ask-thenetherlands]

Groningen: “Happy Bommen Berend!!”

Friesland: “CAN’T YOU BE LESS NOISY?!”

((Gronings Ontzet, also known as ‘Bommen Berend’, is an annual holiday in Groningen, in honor of the 28th of August, 1672, where Groningen city and its surrounding cities were liberated from the bishop of Münster.

The bishop of Münster, Bernhard von Galen, felt he had the right to ownership Groningen and therefore tried to enforce this with his army. Because of his excessive use of cannons, a high-tech new weapon, he got nicknamed Bommen Berend. The occupation only lasted for barely a month however. 

Funny anecdotes:

A small garrison from the Groningse city Bourtange managed to scare off an army of Münster, partially because one trumpeter was playing the national anthem Wilhelmus SO LOUDLY that the troops thought there was a gigantic army unit waiting for them.

The same city of Bourtange had a captain, which the bishop tried to bribe by offering him and his troops 200.000 guilders, which the captain declined, and to which the captain told him that if he didn’t leave ASAP, there would be 200.000 cannon balls waiting for him back in Bourtange.

To this day, the siege of Groningen is still celebrated on the same day every year, which is considered the most important holiday of the year for Groningers. There’s a funfair, music festival and a big firework show.))

[ask-thenetherlands]

I bet friesland would make a lot of fun of groningen about his earthquakes and then groningen would say "at least *I* can build my tower straight despite of all those earthquakes"

Friesland: “You’ve finally admitted I’m your heit!”Groningen: "You heard no such thing, and that is disgusting!”Friesland: “It’s okay, heit understands. You’re still stuck in a rebellious teenager phase, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Abke.”Groningen: "My name is Andrias, not Abke!”Friesland: 💖💖💖 

*Heit means father in Frisian

[ask-thenetherlands]

"GRONINGEN FIRST SMOKE-FREE CITY OF THE NETHERLANDS

Nine big organisations in the city, under which the UMCG, the state university and the municipality, are working together to make Groningen the first smoke-free city of The Netherlands.”

Groningen: “Tim-..! What are you doing?!” Netherlands: “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m trying to help you." Groningen: “YOU smoke!” Netherlands: “Exactly. Don’t want you following my example.” Groningen: “...you’re terrible.” Friesland: “Perfect.”

[ask-thenetherlands]

Headcannon about Groningen: they (idk their gender or human name) like to make people pronounce Groningen, South Holland likes to make people pronounce Scheveningen

((ACCEPTED WITHOUT A DOUBT! XD Omg that’s perfect XD Especially since Groningen [his name is Andrias] has a dialect name for it too omg :’) I like to think Andrias likes to do that to his siblings whereas South Holland [his name is Daan] loves to make foreigners pronounce Scheveningen, and then laughs his ass off at their failure to pronounce the ‘sch’ part XD ))

@marshmallowessence

[ask-thenetherlands]

((Okay I have officially lost all respect to Groningers now. Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby present you Groningers impersonating goats while playing hard rock music.))

[ask-thenetherlands]

Groningen: “Maybe if you spoke any normal language I would’ve known! You did this on purpose, you asshole!”

((Het kan net: Dutch for “It’s barely possible” Het ken net: dialect Dutch for “It’s not possible”

This was based off of this commercial, where a Frisian told a bunch of guys that they couldn’t get on the ice, however the guys didn’t understand him well and went on the ice anyway and cracked through it))