This was inspired by a true historical event. No lie.
Switzerland sat anxiously at the table in the kitchen. He had allowed Liechtenstein to go out on her own. He knew she could handle herself and that it was good for her to meet new countries but he still worried. She could get taken advantage of or- His thought was cut off when the door clicked open. Switzerland ran into the hall and he saw her, hands tucked behind her back, her little smile creeping across her face. "How was the trip?" He asked, smiling at her.
"Oh brother, it was wonderful! I met so many new countries!" Her face seemed to glow with joy. Switzerland felt relieved. Of course he had no reason to worry. Liechtenstein knew her way around. "Oh and brother, you remember Mr. Italy right?" Switzerland sighed internally. How could he not? That moron was always babbling about pasta and flirting with girls- Dammit, did he make a move on little Liechtenstein? As if to confirm his fears Italy walked in right then. He smiled cheerfully at Switzerland. "Veh!" He exclaimed "It's Mr. Switzerland!" Liechtenstein then drew her hand from behind her back- Only now did Switzerland notice she had bee hiding it. On the ring finger or his little sister's left hand was a sparkling ring. While he had been gaping at the ring Italy had moved closer to Liechtenstein and placed his hand on the small of her back.
"Italy and I got married!" She said softly, her face lighting up. Switzerland tried to talk but no words came so he stood there gasping like a fish out of water. Then he listened to his gut instinct and pointed a gun at Italy.