[u][b]Amsterdam, Netherlands[/b][/u] It has been several days since the Financial Secretary of Belgium reported that the political unrest “unavoidably” damage the economy. The economy has been going down slowly as the country is falling apart. Students in Ghent University protested about the economy and several other key issues for several hours before riot police had to be called. The prices of basic things had risen up since the announcement. And more people are heading for France, Britain, and the Netherlands. Most of the cases are illegal, while only a few are legal. Stefaan just left the market area when he heard some chanting in the distance. “Ze verdienen het niet om hier te zijn!” the chant translated to “They don't deserve to be here!” A crowd had formed nearby Belgium's embassy with signs and chants for the Belgians inside to see. Police were there to keep the peace as they formed a wall between the growing crowd and the embassy. The relations between both countries used to be the one of the closest international relationships in existence, because of their shared history, culture, institutions and language. Then it all changed during the Great War, Belgium was quickly crushed and the Netherlands chose neutrality. With the war lasting too long, the small country depended on the Netherlands. But, the conservative party decided that Belgium should look out for themselves and left them to face their problems on their own. Since the conservative party has been ruling the Dutch government since the war ended, relations between the countries kept getting worse. Now, Belgium is suffering and they want their neighbor to know that they are suffering. Stefaan didn't want to stay too long at the protest, because he didn't want to hold the bag of food any longer. He saw several police cars driving on the street where he lived as he reached his apartment. He looked to see what was going on, but he didn't matter as he got inside and headed for his room. [u][b]Amsterdam, Netherlands[/b][/u] “We have a great time.” a young man said as he searched the room for his clothes. Another young man, laying on the bed with the sheets covering him, looked at the man and couldn't help to smile at him. “You sure that you don't want more?” the man asked while patting the bed and giving him the 'look'. The man grinned at the suggestion and shook his head as he got on his pants. “I can't. I have to go back home.” he told the man in the bed. “Alright.” he sighed as he grabbed his underwear beside him and put it on while still covered with the sheets. Then, he reached for his pants on the ground of the bed as he tried to not fall off of the bed. But, he failed as he crash landed onto the ground and the other man looked and laughed. The embarrassed young man grabbed his pants and put them on quickly. The man walked over to the man on the floor and helped him off of the ground. Then, he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I will bring back some coffee.” the man said as he headed for the door and left to get some coffee on the ground floor. The young man was by his self as he got on his shirt and waited for him to come back. The man sat on the bed and waited for him as he looked at the newspaper that was a couple days old. He kept on reading it for a moment until he heard a sound that was similar to a door being kicked down below and then shouting. The man put down the newspaper beside him and started to get worried. The other man came back as he rushed into the room and closed the door. “What's going on?” the young man asked as he headed for the scared man. “The police are here!” the man shouted as he locked the door and looked for any possible ways out. He froze in place as soon as he heard the word 'police' and started to get nervous. There was a moment where he was worried that he was going to jail until he heard a cheer. “The window!” he said as he opened it up and looked around to find a fire escape. It was getting dark out and the police would be too busy to look outside. Both men gathered to the window as they were getting to leave until they heard knocking on the door. “This is the police. Open the door or we will break it!” a voice shouted from the other side as it tried to open the door. The young man managed to get to the fire escape before the window was shut. The man still in the room waved goodbye to him and blew him a kiss before heading towards the door. The young man couldn't do anything besides get out of the area before the police manage to spot him. He raced down the fire escape and heard shouting and screams of pain above. The man stopped for a moment and then tried to use the ladder. It was half way down to the ground, where he could just jump off without facing any injuries. He jumped down from the fire escape and started to run out of the area. He needed to get back home before someone spots him. The man kept running for about two blocks before he started to walk normally. [u][b]Amsterdam, Netherlands[/b][/u] Prime Minister Rikkert Wiecherink listened to the radio as the news was on about the protest nearby the Belgian embassy. It has since ended as people started to head back to their homes before night time. While he was listening to the radio, he was finishing up on reading about a report released by a committee that talked about the weakness of the river dikes and how they will break someday. The Prime Minister considered updating the dikes, but that would need the local population to agree on demolishing their houses and straightening and strengthening the old meandering dikes. He knew that there were other issues at hand to enforce the order, but he wasn't against the idea. For now, he would need to put it aside until the situation with Belgium is dealt with. Wiecherink yawned for a moment before he heard a knock on the door. He got up from his chair and headed for the door as he yawned again before opening the door. The Minister of Defense stool there with his coat on and his suitcase nearby him. “Ready to go?” Theun Groot Overmeene said to his friend as he grabbed his suitcase on the ground. Wiecherink nodded as he walked out of his office and closed the door as the men started to walk. They didn't talk much about how their day was and how the coffee tasted good this time. They did talk about the protest that happened at the Belgian embassy. “Protests like the one that happened today will keep on happening until we do something about it.” Overmeene said to Wiecherink, waiting for a response. “And something will happen. I am going to talk to the rest of the cabinet about it tomorrow.” he responded as the two men walked down the stairs before stopping at the ground level. “I will get some rest and we'll talk about Belgium tomorrow. You should get some rest as well.” Wiecherink walked to the front doors and said to Overmeene, “It will be a long day.” He opened the doors and headed for the car that was standing near the entrance. Overmeene couldn't wait for tomorrow as he also got out of the building and headed for his car in the parking lot nearby. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting one.