Big brother was rushing that day with me in tow. He seemed kind of worried, so I just followed him blindly.

I remember how he didn't even really look at me as he held my hand and pulled me gently along. On the other hand, I couldn't stop looking at his back and thinking how broad his shoulder were and how big his hand was with his strong fingers. I glanced down at our hands and blushed before returning my gaze to the back of his head. I wondered if we were going to his house, since it seemed like we were heading to the train station that takes us there.

It's so sad that we don't live together anymore. I wish I could see him every day again. We used to even sleep on the same bed when we were little. There are a couple of pictures of us in the bath together, too. We were inseparable when we were younger, but I don't really remember much of those days. Now he lives about an hour away from me and only visits every once in a while. He's always really busy so that he can support both of us.

One time, he came to visit me and we watched a movie on the couch. I was lying very close to him and he put his arm around me as we watched the movie. I tried to get a hint as to why from his face, but I couldn't see clearly with the TV as the only light. I wanted to believe that this was a sign that maybe he thinks me the way I think of him. I knew that that was a lot to hope for, but my heart had already begun to beat at a quicker tempo and there were so many butterflies that started to flit around inside me anyway. Before my hopes got any higher, I wanted him to glance at me to give me a sign, but he just kept his eyes glued on the movie.

I didn't know what to do, so I pretended to be asleep. I gently slid my arm around him and snuggled further onto his shoulder in what I hoped was a sleepy manner and was scared that he would draw away. Instead, he moved his arm to rest on my waist to get more confortable. I couldn't help but notice how we fit together perfectly, his arm around my body with my head on his shoulder. I couldn't stop the thought that had wormed its way into my head: maybe we were meant to be together.

Then I fell asleep. I'm not sure how, when I was so nervous to be so close to him, but I woke up when he whispered to me that it was time to go to bed. I didn't want to get up, I wanted to stay just like we had been, so I pretended to just keep sleeping. He gets up anyway and I fall forward in an ungraceful manner. I'm so embarrassed that I just made a face-plant into the couch that I can't face him. So while he urges me to go to bed for a little longer, knowing that I'm not really asleep, I keep on pretending and he gives up.

I go to the bathroom after I'm sure he went to the room I keep for him and shut the door. I start to brush my teeth and notice that my face has a fading, but still distinct blush on it. I blush even harder at knowing that I had been blushing and am a little grateful that he couldn't see due to my face-plant. I quickly finish brushing my teeth and decide to sleep on the couch where he had been holding me.

I snuggled into the still-warm cushions and tried to imagine him still there with his arm around me perfectly and the feeling of the butterflies and jitters that it gave me. I can't remember what I dreamt that night, but I know that I still had a smile on in the morning.

The next day, it was as if nothing had happened and he went home with a cold, "Bye."

My face is bright red now, but the cold masks it as we keep walking. His legs are longer than mine so I have to hurry after him. He glanced back at me when I stumbled a bit and slows down. I smile at my shoes. He really is the best big brother ever.

At one of the stop lights, we stop. It seems oddly quiet now because all we're doing is standing there. I don't really know what to say, so I just blurt out the first thing to come to mind. "It's cold today isn't it?"

I smile up at him and he notices how red my cheeks are. "Are you cold?"

"A little, but I'm okay. Are you cold?" Even though it's just small talk, I love talking to him. It soothes me.

"Not really. Do you want my scarf?" He's always taking care of me like that. It's no wonder why I love him so much.

He already started taking it off before I could form a reply and wraps around my neck. It's been a long time since anyone did that for me and it's a little awkward, but endearing.

"Here you go."

"Thank you. Are you sure you're not cold?" I ask him, although I'm not sure if I'd be willing to relinquish it.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

We start to cross the street because the light changed. He doesn't hold my hand again and I'm sad for the loss, but I can't get up the courage to reach out and grab his hand. I start to fall behind, and as we near the other side, I hear someone behind me tell me, "What a nice brother you have! A true gentleman."

I give her a grin and say, "I know!" as I run a little to catch up to my wonderful, kind, and gentle big brother. I'm so proud of him and he will always hold a special place in my heart.

A/N: So, welcome to my new fanfic. Thank you for reading. As you can clearly see, I need a beta reader, so if you're willing, please e-mail me at allen_ku_.

Sorry if the characters seem ooc! I've never actually read a Liechtenstein x Switzerland before, so I have no idea why I thought writing one was a good idea. Oh well, please tell me what you think!

And it should get pretty interesting from here on out…^^ (should being the operative word) If you have any ideas, then report them immediately! Now is the time to tell me if you had super awesome idea that went along the lines of: 'Hm… I wonder why he's worried… maybe it's because…! And then Liech will…! So in the end they…!' or something like that.

Love, AllenClaySnyder