I would be totally honest when I say that I will go down with this ship! *fist pumps*
I've wanted to make a fic for this pairing for a rather long time now but I've never gotten the chance to.
I somehow altered and toned down my way of writing.
That way, it would feel much more natural and fitting.
Enjoy reading everyone!
It wasn't that they forgot.
It was merely the actuality that they opted to live with it through discarded heartache.
When opportunity manifests itself, then why not? ; Small talk here and there or perhaps a little excursion in an all too familiar evergreen fields for a session of hunting.
On much more promising instances, it could even result into a humble gathering along with a handful of their fellow nations.
At these moments, the two would receive a multitude of subtle teasing yet neither would dare to succumb and would leave it with a bizarrely complacent dead air.
And their agenda resumes with not a hint of unease after someone ventures on a new topic.
But honestly, this was quite an inevitable matter.
After all, they did complement each other awfully a lot.
Just like old times.
And truth to be told, had it been the correct time and place then things would have turned out differently.
Unlike now in which she is indubitably distant and independent from his fostering care.
Switzerland could have been perfect for Liechtenstein.
Yet that is all in the past now…at least that's their identical thought.
So then now, how come that one photo fragmentized every single inquiry and uncertainty surfaced even further?
Perhaps it had been the appearance and appeal of the pastel pallet of the sky.
Nostalgic, very nostalgic
Or maybe it could have simply been the way his fond, mossy stare abstractedly lingered on her flushed, porcelain face that donned a specific kind of delight—the sort that a maiden in love would posses.
It was nothing but out of fun, really.
None of the countries involved had planned ahead to engage in a picnic, nor was the series of stolen photos a long time scheme.
But whatever had taken place was left as it is.
So when Switzerland's gaze locked on his copy of the picture, not more than an unfazed expression was painted on his face.
And the genuine, underlying emotions of serenity would unceasingly be just entombed deep within him.
Liechtenstein on the other hand, exhibited a higher degree of emotion, proven by the miniature smile that tugged on her dainty lips as her fingers lightly hovered over the portrait.
It wasn't that they forgot.
It was merely the actuality that they opted to live with it through discarded heartache.
And it would remain that way.
I wouldn't exactly say that this had a sad ending, though I can't say it had a happy one either.
What I do think is that the conclusion was the one that had to happen.