A/N: Yes, it's just a (very, very) short one-shot and I'm sorry about that… but I just had an urge to write something fluffy last night and this just sort of, happened. Oh and I'm also sorry is Ice and Lilly are a bit OOC. :/
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia, or the characters (As much as I wouldn't mind…)
Hidden by the shadows in the dark mansion, Liechtenstein made her way silently down the hallway, holding her breath as she passed Switzerland's room. Hearing his quiet snores, the young nation let out a small sigh of relief and continued the familiar route to the front door. Once beside it, Liechtenstein glanced behind her at the now empty hallway before grasping the doorknob firmly. Liechtenstein took a deep breath, and held it as she pulled it gently towards her. The door whined softly, making her pause in fear and slowly turn to look behind her, expecting her brother to burst out of his room and catch her sneaking out. Only when she was sure that he would be asleep did the blonde nation slip silently out the partly opened door into the moonlit yard outside, eyes immediately searching for a familiar figure as she walked out of sight from the windows of the house.
The small nation only had to walk for a few seconds before a pair of strong arms grabbed her around the waist, causing her to squeak in surprise.
"Iceland!" She breathed, trying to keep her voice as low as possible despite the adrenaline pulsing through her veins, "You came!"
Iceland chuckled. "Of course I came." He said easily while carefully turning Liechtenstein to face him. When they were eye to eye, Liechtenstein looked up into the taller nation, seeing anxiety flickering across his features.
"What is it?" She asked innocently, yet already knowing the answer.
Iceland looked down into her teal eyes, smiling slightly to himself. "A-are you sure about this? I-I don't want Switzerland mad at you because of me." The Icelandic spoke softly, trailing his fingertips down the other nation's cheek, making Lichtenstein shiver happily.
"This was my idea," She said sternly, placing her hands on the taller nation's chest.
"And I say we enjoy what we have before we lose it."
Iceland continued to look at her as though he was fighting a mental battle with himself before smiling, leaning down, and pressing his lips firmly against those of the smaller nation. Liechtenstein melted at the Icelandic's touch, kissing him back deeply while reaching up to tangle her hands in the other nation's tousled white hair.
Withdrawing her lips reluctantly, after several moments, from Iceland's, Liechtenstein leaned her head against her partner's chest.
"I love you." She muttered, her voice muffled slightly by the fabric of the taller nation's shirt. Iceland stumbled back half a step, surprised by her sudden announcement, but regained his composure. He awkwardly placed his hand on the small nation's hair, petting her gently.
"I love you too." He said, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a loving smile as they stood together, embracing in the protective darkness without a care of what tomorrow would bring.