Envy shoots at others and wounds itself.

"Why are you two looking at each other like that?" Luxembourg asked, breaking the prolonged silence after you and Caelan greeted each other.
You didn't realize that you were staring at her, and neither did Caelan realize she was staring at you.

Your gaze was filled with hatred, but her gaze, it felt nothing like yours. No hate, but you couldn't tell what it was.

"Uh hello?" Luxembourg spoke again, waving his hand in between you and Caelan.
"You two seem to have a sense of familiarity with each other," Netherlands stated and Caelan replied, "We do not know each other."
But yes you both did.
Was she going on the 'we don't know each other' route? Maybe she wanted to hide what she'd done to you, talking behind your back to your ex-friends... Talking about your parents, claiming that YOU had something to do with it.

Of course, it was a lie. A darn lie that clearly couldn't be true. But your friends, they had believed it. Maybe they weren't even friends in the first place, just using you.
Why would they use you in the first place, though? Or did Caelan really cloud their minds with rumors and stupid lies?

"Y/N, are you alright? You're suddenly really quiet." Netherlands told you as he gave you back your phone. Oh, ever since you saw Caelan, you'd forgotten you'd given the Dutch man your phone.

Caelan. Caelan. Caelan. Everything was about her. It was unfair. People loved her. She wasn't shy, she was confident. Oh how you admired that about her.
You thought she was actually nice. You thought the best of her. You weren't close with her, no no, she had other friends. And yet she chose you as a target. Hurting you indirectly with the ones you once called friends.
She used people. She used ones who thought she was perfect, that everything she said was true.

And here she is, standing in front of you, staring back at you as if she'd never known you.
She changed her name. It was probably because she was a pussy, maybe people found out how horrible she was, that caused her to have to escape.
She left.
She most likely left where she once lived.
After all, she didn't live anywhere close to here, you'd know. She'd told people how her home was far, far away.

"I'm fine." You said with gritted teeth, trying to hide your frustration. "Okay then, but if there are any problems, you can always speak up." Netherlands spoke, patting your back.
"Anyway I think Caelan and I can head to my room, we can talk there since you two already took this place." Luxembourg said, smirking.

Netherlands stared at his brother suspiciously. A few seconds later, the Dutch man said, "Sure, but don't do anything-" Luxembourg seemed to know what he meant by that, and a blush darted across his cheeks, "No, Neth, we're just friends. FRIENDS!"
"You talking like that raises even more questions, Lux, I'm just being a good older brother that's concerned about your," Netherlands paused for a second, "Love life."

The blush on the Luxembourger grew, and he just grabbed Caelan's wrist, making sure he didn't intertwine his fingers with Caelan (Which was very, very sus).
"W-We'll get going, see you guys later." Luxembourg quickly said, almost slurring on his words as he practically dragged Caelan over to the stairs and went upstairs.

Netherlands made a few 'tsk' noises as he shook his head.
"Lux has been asking Caelan to visit frequently, she comes by a lot. And most of the time, they are in his room. I hope they aren't up to anything." He said, chuckling.

"Anyway, let's get back to the reason you're here. Cracking walls, those cracks being very alarming, you need to be wary when you get back home later, check on them." He advised. You nodded slowly, "Still, why would Greece tell me to come here to get help?"
"I'm not very sure, to be honest," He answered, "Is there anything else of note that you could tell me?"

"Oh right! Uh, the cracks weren't that bad until I kinda just, touched them. Then they suddenly became worse, like in a split second," You explained and he rubbed his chin.
"Anything else? Why'd you touch the cracks?" He questioned.
"Greece told me to, well, through some notes he wrote on." "Did he tell you what to do if the cracks became worse?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you.
He gave off the same vibe as Belgium did earlier now. Gosh. Like sister, like brother.

"Now that you say that, there were more notes, but I didn't look at them to see if he said anything about what to do when it got worse..." You elaborated.
"And why?"
And why?
You scratched your head, "Finland suddenly messaged me, I guess that distracted me, made me forget about the notes."

"What did Finland message you about?" Netherlands said, his voice suddenly sounding aggressive (for some unknown reason).
"About how my house looks like it will tumble down and... bury me with it. And then he deleted it and said he accidentally texted me his grocery list! I told him he didn't and he just left me on read," You answered, now that you think of it... How'd Finland-

"How did he know about the state of your house at such a time?" The Dutch man asked, his voice being more aggressive with each word. It sounded like... jealousy?

That was the question you were going to ask yourself. It was like he read your mind. (Which you knew wasn't his power, it was Hungary's after all.)
"Why does it feel like you're interrogating me?" You responded, shifting around in your seat. He blinked a few times and his gaze softened. Only a bit... just like Belgium.
"Oh, I was? Sorry." He apologized, shrugging, his voice sounding much calmer, like when he first talked to you at the doorway.

"Do you... still want me to answer your question?"
"There is no need. You don't have to answer." He replied, crossing his arms.
"Any other advice for... dealing with the cracks?" You asked. He shook his head, "Not really. I feel like you should ask Germany or Austria instead, they're probably better at dealing with cracks in walls than I am."

"Okay, thanks for telling me..." You trailed off.
The both of you sat in silence.
It stayed that way for a whole minute.

"I think I should go now, there aren't really anymore reasons for me to be here." You told him and he agreed, saying that you shouldn't waste any time, and that when you got back, you should check on the cracks straight away.

As you headed out the door, saying goodbye to the Dutch man, you couldn't help but notice small cracks around the doorway.
You didn't even know why you noticed such a small detail. The cracks weren't too bad, though. It was probably there earlier but you only noticed it now because of your chat with him just now.

Jealousy is nourished by doubt.

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I suddenly had a random burst of motivation so here ya go, another chapter :DD