Holland was, to say the least, not the type of person who was usually entirely happy leaving behind his own territory to the protection of the humans he entrusted it to, however this time was somewhat different. Things had been... Off. Not only in Europe, not only to the members of NATO, but to the entire world. Sure, the tension between America and the Iraqui's was globally recognized as an issue and as a threat to war, but with the recent events along the eastern European border, everybody felt off, out-of-place even. Knowing a little too well what war was like with plenty of credits to his highly successful past, Holland sighed out at the thought of a new war threatening the peace of the European front. If he were being honest, he heavily sympathized with Ukraine; the poor young country was being invaded by his own brother, brother of blood nonetheless. While NATO and his various other alliances prevented him from directly intervening as he mildly wished to do, there were no restrictions saying he couldn't visit bearing a few various gifts, most of which were sent directly to the Ukrainian government as they were supplies for weaponry or basic materials. Though, that was exactly why he had left his homeland, a bouquet of tulips and various other hand-grown flowers in hand. Originally Holland had assumed Ukraine would be out with his peoples, be it in governmental buildings or along the "frontlines" despite conflict having not built up that much yet, so he was baffled by the fact he hadn't managed to find the Ukrainian simply searching for him in those places. Perhaps he should have sent a letter in advance stating he was planning a visit, the Dutchman silently thought to himself. With another sigh, he gave up his search for the moment, figuring Ukraine was away visiting with other countries; that was his best guess at least; so for the time being, a cup of coffee didn't sound half bad. Timezone differences were a little wonky to deal with, and the caffeine would be much appreciated, so the nearest coffee shop is exactly where he made a bee-line too, doing his best to mentally rehearse and practice his rusty Ukrainian during the walk there.