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Mymy's eyes shot wide open, her mouth falling agape as she heard the dreaded word "België". She recoiled slightly, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.

"...BELGIË?" She spat out the word like it was poison on her tongue, her voice dripping with disdain and revulsion.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her small chest as she eyed the Belgian student up and down with a critical gaze, her blue contacts glinting with a mixture of anger and contempt.

"Well... isn't that just fucking perfect," she muttered under her breath, before plastering a fake, forced smile on her face.

"And here I thought we were finally rid of the Belgian scum infesting our schools. Guess I was wrong," she said with a bitter laugh, shaking her head.

She turned away from the Belgian with a huff, her ginger bob swishing behind her as she faced the front of the class, her shoulders hunched in a clear sign of her displeasure at having to sit next to a Belgian.

Throughout the rest of the lesson, Mymy made no effort to hide her disdain for the Belgian, occasionally shooting them dirty looks or muttering under her breath about 'fucking Belgians'. It was clear that being seated next to a Belgian student from her hated neighboring country was the last thing the patriotic Dutch nationalist wanted.