Hi there ^^ Just letting you know that this chapter is just the prologue. If you guys like it, I'll continue uploading other chapters. This story will mainly be about Liechtenstein, and truthfully, I haven't figured out what the main pairing will be, so if you have something in mind, just message me and I'll put up a poll sometime soon. Just a warning that this involves a lot of pairings with Liechtenstein, just because I love her that much. Enjoy!

I. Prologue

She huddled in the enclosed space with him, pressing the dark blue handkerchief to his bleeding forehead. The wound had started running again, and blood quickly seeped through. He sat quietly in front of her, unusually silent. Her heart pumped with the nervous adreline of war. Her friends, her brother were out there fighting for their lives and he, he could have died. She worried, but not for her own life but for his. He was strong, she knew, but how sturdy could he be when his emotions were manipulated?

She pressed the bloodstained handkerchief to his head. He cringed away from her.

"Why do you do this?" He asked, his voice broken from disuse.

"... Do what?"

"Make me feel like you care. When you don't."

She looked up to see tears trying to well over. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. He let her. Maybe he was trying to hold on the thought that she really did care, instead of just helping out of pity or even manipulating him.

She didn't say a word as she slowly removed the handkerchief and took out a bottle of antioxidant and wet a cotton ball, pressing it to his head.

"How come you think I don't really care?" She finally told him, not meeting his eyes. Her voice cracked, and he noticed that she might really be crying. Because of him. He hated it when she cried. He hated the fact that he was so tied to her and just couldn't let go. But he had too. He couldn't let his hopes take over.

"I'm just a weak, useless nation." He told her, trying to make the pain go away. "And you're so different. You have everyone else; why me?" He hated the words, yet they tumbled out on their own will.

"I'm your friend." She insisted.

"Why?"

"I made a promise to you. I hate breaking promises, especially my own."

There was a silence and he stiffened behind the bandages she was wrapping around his head. So it was just a promise then. He didn't mean anything to her, only a promise that she was too nice to break. "Then I release you from your promise. You're free to go." He closed his eyes, half hoping that she'll say something to make him believe that she really won't leave. The silence was overwhelming, and he could see her green eyes sparkling with tears. Did he really mean that much to her, or was she just pretending? He didn't want her to go, no. She was the only one that had made him feel like he wasn't just a weak, useless nation but someone really worth loving. But what if it was just a facade? Or worse still, what if he was letting his imagination run wild in his delirium? What if she'd never cared, and he'd just hoped for it so badly that he was going crazy?

"I release you from your promise." He repeated quietly. "Please, go." He hated how weak he sounded there, in front of her. But it wouldn't matter anyways. In seconds she'd be gone from him, and she'd go running to her precious brother and her friends. Why would a girl like her need someone like him?

"... But what if I don't want to?" She breathed, so quietly that he could barely hear her. "What if I want to stay with you?"

She took his silence as rejection. "If you really want me to go that badly..." She sounded heartbroken, her sweet soprano voice so quiet that he could barely hear through his raspy breaths. And no, he didn't want her to go at all. But why let her help him so that one day she could forget him and laugh at him like he was a burden? He had to hurt himself this time.

"... then I'll go." She finally said. "I'm sorry that I caused you trouble. I'll... I'll call someone else in to help you. But before I leave..." She lingered back, her hands dropping down by her side, her eyes on the ground.

"Be safe. Ich liebe dich." He watched as she bowed her head and disappeared behind the door. Surprised and confused, he parted his lips to call her back, but the door slammed shut before he could get the words out of his mouth.