Pairing: Prussia/Switzerland. Dedicated to a dear friend of mine.
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***Stay The Night***
Chapter One
It had been a normal, calm evening for Switzerland. After he had finally finished his work, he had had dinner with his little sister Liechtenstein and then just relaxed with a good book. No money wasted, no problems gained, and everything was just… calm.
That is, until someone knocked on the door. Switzerland raised an eyebrow and looked over at the clock on the wall. It was already a few minutes past nine. Who could want something at such a time? Placing the book down on a table, he stood and walked over to the door with mild curiosity. Upon opening it, however, that curiosity turned into irritation.
"Yo, Swizzy! How are you doing, hm?" Prussia said and laughed. He didn't even notice how the blond nation's eye twitched dangerously when he used the nickname.
"What do you want, Prussia?" Switzerland asked, at least trying to be polite. Considering it was Prussia he was facing, that was hard.
"Well…" he started, shifting awkwardly from one leg to another. When he didn't continue, Switzerland turned to head back inside and close the door. "Wait! Can I come in?" the albino suddenly burst out, catching Switzerland by surprise. After a few moments, the shorter man replied.
"Why?"
"Ah, well, you see… This is a bit awkward, but West threw me out," he confessed, and Switzerland could've sworn he heard him mumbling a quiet "again" under his breath. "I've nowhere to go, so I—"
"Go somewhere else." Switzerland didn't have time or energy to deal with the idiot, after all. If his brother threw him out, then that was his own problem. Besides, he had lots of other friends, didn't he?
Prussia sighed and scratched the back of his head. "France is busy with work, Spain's got his boy-toy over, I only ever go to Denmark to get drunk, and there is no way in hell I'll go to Austria. That leaves you." He really looked troubled, Switzerland noted. But really, why him of all people? He could go to anyone in the continent, so why bother Switzerland? They didn't even get along. Why, indeed. When the albino received no reply, he bit his lip and quietly said, "Please? I'm begging you here, Swizzy. I've no idea when West will let me in again, and you're the last person I can go to…"
"…Fine. You can sleep on the couch for the night."
"Really?" Prussia grinned. "Thanks, Swizzy!" He scoped the small man up in a bear hug, but quickly let go to raise his hands in the air. "No hugs. Got it. Put the gun away, please?" Switzerland just groaned and obliged.
This was going to be a long night…
To be continued...