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[gezellig]

A - 1447 Mitchell Rd.

[Holland had regained a good number of things in almost a year of time in Mayfield. He had two rabbits now, his old friend Poffertje and another one of his pets, Soesje, both rabbits named after cream-puff like pastries. At least Poffertje was happy; he needed a lady-friend.

He'd also gotten by with comforting items like his pipe, his scarf, and even his coat . . . and this morning he gets something more. There is an envelope shaped like a card in the mail, and when he opens it on the porch, he's greeted by a picture of a field of tulips. For a moment he's distracted by the flowers, the relaxing colors and they weren't laid out too badly either . . . it definitely looked like something from home.

And that's when he hears the loud crashing and shouts from the kitchen. He'll run into the house, only to be met with an enormous pile of tulip bulbs filling the kitchen.

He could use those. ]

Don't damage them!

B - Mayfield Elementary School

[Holland is going to walk his new notdaughter Romana to school. In the cute little dress that Canada picked out, with her cute little pigtails she's. . . well, still Romana, but cute. Eat your heart out, Spain.]

C. Phone - Morning

For anybody who knew Italië Romana, she's back now only she's very small and she's living in my house now.

Spanje, you can't come over.

D - The Pharmacy

[Holland is hard at work, or hardly working depending on the time of day. For now, he's stocking shelves, a seemingly endless job. Now would be the perfect time to talk to him and ask him about his awkward personal life.]

E - Phone - Afternoon - to all

I'm staring a gardening business, because it sounds like a lot of people want to learn. You can come to a free demonstration at my house, 1447 Mitchell Rd. at 10 A.M on Saturday. Free pancakes.

[ooc: There will be a log for this. Also he may or may not have discussed the pancakes with Canada beforehand. . .]

Comments

[gezellig]

I would say so. Others, I just don't know.

[He'll look at Mikiya, considering. It might be intimidating, at least, if they hadn't been working at the pharmacy together for awhile. He usually didn't try for that kind of expression, but right now it might be easy to tell that he wasn't exactly human, not like Mikiya. There were centuries behind those eyes, even if human beings didn't usually recognize it.

And then he'll close his eyes, turning back to the shelf and re-arranging a few things.]

Aren't you one of Japan's?

[He'll try to make conversation, idly.]

[normality]

[ Even as he hears the other guy's question, he's still staring at the back - he was staring at the eyes before, yes, wondering, but he doesn't speak up about it, doesn't ask. He's not one to easily intrude on other people's lives unless he thinks they need help, then he'll be all over it. ]

'One of Japan's'..? [ blink. ] Oh, you mean what country I'm from? Yes, I was born in Japan and I've lived there all my life. [ a chuckle - only slightly sheepishly. ] I haven't even left the country before..

[gezellig]

So that makes you one of his citizens.

[He has a bias, even if he'll deny it. But maybe Mikiya was likeable enough. He at least worked when he came to the pharmacy.]

[normality]

Where exactly do you come from, then?

[ He's just.. ignoring the use of 'his' there. As if Japan would be a person, pfft! ]

[gezellig]

[. . . had this kid never met a nation before?]

I'm from the Netherlands.

[normality]

[ nope, he's been completely free from nation shenanigans somehow.. ]

The Netherlands-- ah, I think I remember hearing about it before. Isn't it in Europe?