“Yeah, but when you asked me to come along I didn’t think we would be rearranging the entire show rooms. Has anyone told you you’re weird?” He asked.

“More often than you’d think,” Sweden replied and scoffed.

Netherlands decided that was as much as a laugh he’d get from her.

“Uh, I think they’re turning the lights off…” Netherlands glanced up at the ceiling and the flickering lights above them.

“No problem. Plenty of beds,”

“We can’t sleep here?!” Netherlands looked utterly confused and horrified at the idea.

“Sure we can. I’ve lived here for weeks on end before,” Sweden straightened up and fixed her shirt. “People don’t mind as long as you tidy up after yourself.”

“But the cameras?” Netherlands looked around them worriedly.

“What? You scared of people seeing you?”

“No,” Netherlands frowned.

“Then what’s the problem? Just pretend we’re in your red light district or something,” Sweden flashed him a coy smile and Netherlands went red.

“I… I…” He stammered as he watched her walk down the exhibition isle.

This was not fair he thought to himself as he hurried after her.