Formula 1 One Shots

(CL) - Was it hard?

(You can skip this author note, it's about an event in the Netherlands that happens every May fourth. :) It's like a little backstory for this chapter.)

Today, in the Netherlands we had 'dodenherdenking' = remembrance day. which is, two minutes of silence around the whole country to remember the people who fought for our freedom in world war II and all wars and all military acts for freedom. (In world war I. we were neutral.) I'm totally not raised nationalistic, but this day always puts me into perspective, of how proud I am of this little pancake country for sticking together through everything, being loyal to traditions (I mean, 75 years of freedom!) This year was a weird one, to be honest. Normally Amsterdam's packed with people and the king&queen and survivors of the world war lay garlands down on the square. Now it was all different because of the corona, and somehow I've never felt closer to my country. And tomorrow it'll be bevrijdingsdag and that's a party (not now because of corona though.)

Though this neighbour, this girl around twelve years old, ran outside during the two-minute silence and screamed for her friend or something and I got so mad. I swear if I'd even breathe too hard during those two minutes I'd get my ass kicked by my mum. And since I've been born I've never been truly quiet, only with those two minutes.

Anyway, this chapter is themed with this. I hope you still like it. <3

Happy reading!

"Charles, help me remember to-"

"Yes baby, I will. I put an alarm." He says from the dining room. I look at him in complete stress.

"What is the time difference to the Netherlands?"

"It's the same timezone, relax my baby."

"It's my first remembrance day without my family. It's just very important to me."

"I know baby, we'll make sure you won't miss a second. I'll sit with you so you won't be alone." I smile to him as a thank you to him and continue cooking. He creeps behind me and looks into the pans. "jehaktbal and potatoes?"

"Almost, gehaktbal." (Meatball) I kiss his cheek and laugh. He tries so hard. It's been hard for me to move to Monaco and he tries to make me feel at home as much as possible.

"I love your dutch jehaktballen."

"I know, that's why I make them."

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The trumpet sounds, I get deadly silent. Once he's done the bells of Amsterdam ring loudly. It's 8 am. Charles his hand finds mine and I just stare at the television. Some nice shots of the square show and the national anthem plays exactly after two minutes. The whole crowd sings along, sending chills down my spine. I just whisper along. I feel Charles staring at me and I squeeze his hand. After the survivors of the war lay down the flower garlands. I look to Charles.

"Was it hard?"

"Not at all. I saw you tear up, it was the hardest to this thought."

"I always have that, I can't help it."

"It's beautiful. Next year we'll go to your family for this, also for tomorrow. And Kingsday! I want to be drenched in orange." He smiles and goes into the overdrive right away, something cute he always does. I just hope so bad we make another year together, he's the love of my life. "If you'd like..."

"I'd love to. I just hope you'll survive my family, because I know I can't." I laugh at him and kiss him.

BTW! I love how Lando Norris has the most reads of all of them lol.

I stressed so bad to get this out before 12 lol.

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