Yay, another two person story! I just find it easier to write with two people. I wanted to try to get a chapter out before I leave for a week-long trip, but I promise there is more! On the ten hour car drives, I should get a lot of writing done -_-
And, this is sort of a follow up to "A Very Merry Hetalia Valentine's Day", by me, Ocea-Chan. I recommend reading that first.
Hetalia does not belong to me!
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"Let's go over this again."
You walked up a gray slate path with the curt blonde at your side. A light drizzle of rain made the surroundings have a sheen; the old-fashioned lanterns providing dim lighting in the cloudy region.
"We are to officially abolish the treaty giving Prussia the ownership of eastern Neuchatel, through diplomatic means," you explained.
Switzerland nodded briefly, holding his forest green coat above his head. Why were you here in Germany, resolving an old issue between the Alpine nation and former empire? It started with a call from Austria…
QUICK FLASHBACK TIME
You sat in your living room, about ready to divulge yourself in a whole season of, "History and Culture of Europe". After weeks of waiting, you would finally understand your friends, even being able to talk about the good old days as if you were there. No more cluelessness and faux pas, like giving Greece a thumbs up. All of the grief over if you offended someone would be gone! You had taken a month off of your duties (giving your boss a plausible research excuse) just so you could study the other countries.
Practically jumping with anticipation, you slipped the first disk in the DvD player. You leaped on the couch, nestling into it. An overhead view of green pastures then transitioning blue-green water appeared on the screen.
"Welcome to the lively continent of Europe," announced a deep male's voice.
You squealed. How you managed to get so worked up over a history program was a mystery.
"This episode we will be learning about the once great Ottoman Empire, today known as the Republic of Turkey."
"We will start off with the unusual courtship terms of the Turks,"
A loud ring of the phone interrupted your trance. You groaned and paused the video.
"What?" you barked.
"Thank goodness, (name)-"
Angry yelling was heard in the background.
"I'll kill him! I swear!" it exclaimed.
"Calm down," the first voice strained.
"Is everything okay over there, Austria?"
You leaned into the phone more, worried.
"Ugh no, Switzerland is-don't hurt the piano!-a bit aggravated."
"About what?"
"Well, the albino idiot has apparently kept a part of a Swiss canon, and has started to try and "rebuild the empire" by breaking into residents' homes, "converting" the poor people to be Prussian. You really don't want to hear the details of how he does that.
"Switzerland came here to Germany's house looking for him, but he's out in Germany's other home."
"Um, okay…why call me?"
"Er, Germany or I don't have any affect in trying to calm the Swiss, but Hungary mentioned to me that he's rather…fond of you. I need you to resolve this matter civilly. As much as I dislike the white haired buffoon, I don't want to see him with a thousand bullet holes in his chest."
You in took a breath and glanced back to the television screen. But-History and Culture of Europe~
"Please," he sounded desperate.
"You're the only one who can do anything. I wouldn't be bothering you otherwise."
You sighed.
"Keep him restrained. I'm on my way."
…
So here you were, with a more than usually peeved Switzerland, standing in front of a rustic looking porch. The responsibility of preventing countries from tearing out each other's throats once again boiled down to you.
You looked towards Switzerland. His bright green eyes shot a brief return.
"What?"
"No guns."
"But-"
"No. We came to talk."
He grudgingly unstrapped the rifle from his back, then pulled a shotgun from under his coat.
"Good, n-"
He held up a gloved finger and pulled out two pistols from each boot, then an ammo pack concealed under his beret. You raised your eyebrows.
"Is that all?"
He coughed and angled away from you. You craned your neck to see him remove a revolver from his pants. A pit of worry settled in your stomach. Either Switzerland truly loved guns, or he was paranoid. He nodded, signaling he was ready.
You knocked on the black door. Only the light pattering of rain could be heard. You bit your lip, wishing Prussia to hurry up. This time he had to be dressed. Switzerland was not a patient man, plus he was even more miffed today. You counted on your presence calming him.
He shifted his weight to one foot, furrowing his brows.
"What is taking him so long?"
"I'm sure he's just finishing up something," you said beseechingly.
"Hm, then while we're waiting, there's something I'd like to discuss."
"Yes?" you tried to sound confident.
Being around Switzerland recently had made you uncannily nervous. You had to relax, to reassure him. He clasped his hands behind his back, appearing business- like.
"I have been thinking of an alliance."
You tweaked an eyebrow. Any talk of a partner with the neutral nation was rare.
"That's great, Switzerland. With who?"
Something caught at the end of your voice. His eyes scanned your reaction.
"With you."
You stared dumbly, pondering a response.
"But a particular level of alliance," he continued.
"Most like Austria-Hungary. A sort of…unification. It would greatly benefit us, both in economic and military concerns."
Your eyes widened at a certain term. Switzerland's economy was one of the best, and it wasn't like he was going to war anytime soon. This idea was a bit random.
"Are you…suggesting marriage?"
You swear you could hear Liechtenstein giggling.
"Er, it depends on how you would view it. Yes, Austria and Hungary did get married, but-"
He faltered. His eyes met yours with a sanguine[1] gleam.
"I, um, uh-"
The door flew open.
"Prussia!" you exclaimed, thanking the heavens for him getting you out of this conversation.
He smirked at the sight of you, but that changed when he noticed Switzerland.
"Uh, hey Swissy-"
He was cut off by a snarl and a hard poke to the chest.
"You conniving, insolent, husk of a country!"
Switzerland started to spit out more insults. You quickly reached to his wrist.
"Talk," you whispered.
He shut his eyes and brought back his hand.
"Prussia, I am here to…"
A sour look came across his face.
"Talk with you about an issue involving Neuchatel. It seems your ownership of it was never officially invalidated, and you have started some ridiculous, futile,"
You coughed.
"Ah, yeah,"
Prussia scratched the back of his neck.
"I was meaning to bring that up…er, come in."
…
Switzerland shook his head in disbelief.
"You're saying it wasn't you who did all this? Who else would try to revive Prussia?"
"Hey, I was an awesomely respectable nation."
You examined the withering document on the table.
"Whoever did this must've been close to you, Prussia. Even Switzerland didn't realize this loophole. Their motives are…questionable, though."
He pouted at your last statement.
"Even if you two don't think I'm that big of a deal, I've been looking into this. All of the angry Swissys coming to Germany's house has really started to annoy West. He didn't believe me, either."
You rubbed your hands together. Mysteries weren't a very common occurrence between nations. If someone wanted to vex someone else, they did it directly. Most of them weren't that smart anyways.
"Are you sure you aren't lying to us?" Switzerland said dryly.
"Yes!"
"I believe you, Prussia," you said.
He stuck out his tongue at the Alpine nation.
"But there isn't any other obvious suspects than you."
"Sounds like I have a secret admirer~"
"Who is going to get their head blown off," Switzerland muttered.
You took a moment to appreciate his protectiveness over his people. Everything would try to be put in a positive light today.
"There's only one way to find out," you said, your mouth turning up in an intrigued grin.
They groaned simultaneously.
"We're going to investigate!"
…
You walked between the two men, more determined. There was a lack of good clues and legitimate equipment to investigate, but that couldn't stop you! The two nations could clearly care less walking around and "investigating" dirty graffiti. You, though, felt like you were in one of England's Sherlock Holmes novels.
You took a look at your convenient notepad, stroking your chin intently.
"The culprit recently came by this shop, attempting to convert a Swiss woman to a Prussian using, er, interesting methods," you said, sounding professional.
Prussia perked up.
"Let me see that notepad!"
He reached over your shoulder. You dodged his hand.
"No, it's mine!"
"Let me see!"
"No-ack!"
Switzerland pushed you apart.
"If you're both done acting like children, we could actually find out something."
You nodded and pushed the door open. A bell dinged, causing a short woman to hop up behind a counter. She appeared in her early forties, her blonde hair tucked into a neat bun. At the sight of the two young men, she raised her eyebrows.
You opened your mouth, but was stopped by Prussia.
"I've got this," he said slyly.
He walked up to the counter and leaned on it, putting on a wolfish smile. The older woman clutched a hand near her ruffled shirt. Switzerland rolled his eyes.
"May I help you?" she asked, timidly accented.
"Oh, you can help me in more ways than one, sweetheart," he purred.
A slight pink rose to the woman's cheeks.
"But before that, I need some information."
He took a finger under the woman's jaw and traced it. You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. Watching Prussia go after a tastefully dressed older woman…you felt bad for her benefit. You assumed it wasn't completely out of character for him.
"Could you do that for me, hmm?"
The woman shakily raised a hand. Your eyes widened, outstretching your arm, afraid things were getting too steamy. Instead, the woman slapped him across the face. He recoiled.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"Get out of my shop, you prostitute!"
Prussia's mouth fell open. You stifled a laugh. Switzerland took this as an opportune time to step in.
"I'm very sorry, mam. This idiot doesn't have any idea what he's doing."
The woman glared at Prussia. Switzerland shot a look to you. You nodded, understanding.
"I'll get him out of here, don't worry."
You tugged the still open mouthed Prussia outside. You stepped near a secluded alleyway entrance. He crossed his arms and sulked.
"I don't believe that woman! Who could resist the awesome Prussia?"
You looked away tiredly.
"Maybe you're not as hot as you think."
A knowing grin overcame his face.
"A certain state of you disagrees…"
You gave him a suspicious gaze.
"Well, seducing someone doesn't always work. She probably would've given us the information if you had just asked."
"Oh, but it's so much more fun this way."
Before you could respond, you felt an arm snake around your back and pull you closer to him. Another hand brushed the nape of your neck. You desperately kept the bitter expression on, but couldn't resist the goose bumps forming from his cold touch.
"You know you like it (name)," he whispered huskily in your ear.
You squirmed against him, your arms keeping you from fully being pressed on him.
Sadly, you weren't unfamiliar with certain countries' advances, so you knew how to put most off. But that was with people like France, not someone actually attractive like Prussia. You clenched your teeth. Damn him!
"No, I really don't."
You flattened your hands against his chest. Heat started to rise to your cheeks as you noticed how toned it was. His laugh rumbled under your hands.
"I-agh-"
"Shh,"
The side of his lips brushed against your cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut. How much more of this before-
An exiting bell rang.
This time, you shoved Prussia away with ease. He slammed into the wall. You turned around quickly, covering your scorching face with your sleeve.
"Uhm, let's g-go ask some others."
You stomped off. Switzerland raised an eyebrow.
What did you do? He mouthed.
Prussia smiled, taking off after you.
…
You rested at the edge of a fountain, the coolness of the cloudy afternoon slightly making you drowsy. Before you could go to sleep, you had to figure this out.
"So, what did you find out?"
Switzerland settled next to you.
"She tried to describe the assailant, but her encounter was brief. She recalled a person, most likely male, of medium height and build, and shoulder length hair."
The corner of your mouth upturned.
"Sounds like Poland. Is there a relationship you'd like to tell us about, Prussia?"
He grimaced.
"That was one time! And he totally looked like a girl from behind!"
You covered your mouth for a yawn.
"Mmm, so what to do now?"
"We could ask around some more."
"Ugh, no," Prussia whined.
"Let's take a break, or, please, let me go home."
You shook a finger.
"Uh, uh, you're not going home until we've caught the culprit."
"You just want to keep me around, (name)."
You pressed your lips together. Thankfully, Switzerland was gazing idly around and missed the comment. You followed where he was looking and smiled.
"Let's get something to eat. That place looks like some sort event is going on, we could investigate while we have dinner."
Prussia frowned, but agreed. You wouldn't have said it to his face, but he looked kind of cute when he was unhappy. He had a tendency to persistently whine when he was like that, so you didn't get much chance to relish in that thought.
…
You were seated at a candle lit table near a fenced in border, overlooking the town center. It was the only building that didn't look barren; it was almost packed to the brim. You sat between Prussia and Switzerland at the end of the circular table, sipping your water.
"This is totally un-awesome! They don't have any good sausages!" Prussia complained.
"That's because we're in Switzerland now. We're not obsessed with the greasy meats like you are," the other nation said.
Prussia rolled his eyes. You picked up your menu, then furrowed your brows.
"I can't understand one word on this," you murmured.
Switzerland leaned over, slightly brushing your shoulder. He pointed to an item.
"That's Raclette, it's a dish of potatoes with hot cheese dribbled over it."
He continued to describe each dish in perfect fluency. You really did admire Switzerland. It was a country with all sorts of foreign influences, yet it still kept a style all its own. You spent the time watching his lips pronounce the words flawlessly, instead of listening to the menu.
"So what will you have, (name)?" he asked.
"Mmm."
"Um, (name)?"
Your eyes snapped open to meet his.
"Uh, whatever you're having!"
You made up, smiling phonily.
"You're having the chnopfli?"
"Um, yes!" you said, faking enthusiasm.
He shrugged and ordered. Then came your steaming bowl of chnopfli. Your forced smile turned down. A sour egg smell wafted into your nose. The plate laid in front of you had small, round yellow noodles covered in cheese grating, with fried mushrooms and onions on top. Switzerland grinned a little and dug in. Prussia was completely immersed in his beer sausage meal. The Swiss pointed his fork toward your dish.
"Are you going to have it?"
"Er, yes, just waiting for it to cool off."
You eyed it, wary under Switzerland's scrutiny. Bracingly, you shoved a forkful in your mouth. A fermented, milky noodle taste rolled around on your tongue. Putting it lightly, it was horrible. You pushed down your gag reflex.
Switzerland beckoned his head, asking for your opinion.
"Mmm," you said, but it came out sounding like a whimper.
Prussia coughed, straining a laugh. You weren't expecting such a bitter, unpleasant dish in Switzerland! The country was famous for his phenomenal cheese and chocolate. Times you had eaten his food it was delicious, even comparable to France's or Italy's.
You gripped your water and washed down the taste. As Switzerland was talking to a random acquaintance, you felt a poke under the table. Prussia was looking at your paling face, sneering.
"Like the chnopfli, (name)?"
You sighed.
"Your sausages don't seem that bad compared to this."
"That's what she said."
You sent a glare his way, then returned to poking the noodles with your fork. Another poke on your leg.
"What?"
"Look under the table."
"I'm not sure about that…"
"Oh, c'mon, I wouldn't do that in Switzerland. Just look."
You apprehensively scooted back and peered under the tablecloth. A small bowl of strawberries with white chocolate drizzled on it sat by your feet. You raised your eyebrows.
"Wha-how…?"
"I noticed you were too busy checking out Swissy to listen, so I took that guy's appetizer."
"Prussia!"
"He wasn't going to eat it~"
You looked over to Switzerland, who was still chatting, then quietly picked up the bowl. The second you put the sweet strawberry in your mouth, you savored it. Compared to the…whatever it was called, was like having a sweet for the first time after a diet of sour tofu. Prussia scooted your noodle dish over and started to eat. You frowned, unsure what to think of the snarky nation's kindness. It made you feel confused, yet…cared for.
"Thank you, Prussia. I, er, it was very thoughtful of you."
He grinned, not his usual smirk. It was a soft, nice smile.
"Keep that behavior up and I might start to like you," you teased.
Switzerland tapped your hand.
"(name), look."
He pointed to a man, his face covered by a mask and…a black Prussian eagle pin on his jacket.
"Is it…him?" you breathed.
The man glanced around nervously, fiddling with his gloves. He stayed distant from the crowd.
"Who else would wear that?"
Prussia narrowed his eyes at the blonde.
"What are we supposed to do?" you asked.
"We can't just go up and confront him, we have to make sure it's him."
"How could we get information out of him? I want to know why this fool has been doing this," Switzerland hissed.
You both sat in silence, the sound of clinking silver wear drowning out your thoughts.
"I might have a few ideas."
Prussia extended a finger.
"If he's a true Prussian."
…
You hunched over by the two nations in the open corridor, an earshot away from the perp.
"Pull down your shirt a little more," Prussia instructed.
"I think it's down far enough," Switzerland growled.
You rubbed a hand across your heating face, knowing the two men were looking you over. Already, you had to strip off your coat and gloves, leaving you shivering in your thin under-uniform shirt. You had to dress like a professional advisor today, but Prussia insisted you undo the top three buttons of your blouse.
"I-I don't think I can do this," you said.
"Aw, you'd be the best at it. Just do what I do."
You grimaced. Acting remotely close to Prussia was one of your biggest worries, but thinking back to your experience with Switzerland, maybe you were capable of seducing people. You inhaled and squared your shoulders.
"Alright, but if things start to get…intense, please step in."
Switzerland clasped his hands together.
"Go!" Prussia shoved you.
You stumbled, your shoes clicking against the tiles. The man slowly turned around. You cleared your throat.
"Hey," you said, leaning against a wall, arms crossed. God, you felt stupid.
"Um, hello," his green eyes shifted away from you.
He didn't exactly strike you as the type to carry out the unmentionable deeds.
"So, quite a crowd, huh?"
You tried striking up a conversation. He nodded, still avoiding you.
"You from Switzerland?"
He shook his head. Dang, this was going to be difficult.
"Um, where are you from then?"
He met your eyes. There was something familiar about him, but you couldn't see his full face behind the mask.
"I don't think I should tell you…"
"Why not?" you challenged, becoming impatient.
Prussia coughed loudly.
"I mean, I find foreign men very attractive~"
You traced a finger up his black coat.
"I, u-um, you shouldn't-" his voice was flustered.
You drew closer, licking your lips. This was humiliating.
"Please? Then you can ask me for something."
He bit his lip.
"N-no, you don't- "
"(name)!" Switzerland yelled.
You spun around. Two new figures encompassed Switzerland and Prussia. Panic instantly flooded your stomach. You balled your fists, ready to pounce.
"Hold on-I'm-"
You were stopped by a hard pain to the back of your head. You fell to your knees, the impact shaking you. Jaw set, you started to get back up. They wouldn't hurt your friends! Another blow hit you in the head.
"(name)!"
Everything went black.
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"Ungh."
Your head throbbed painfully, and you were laying on a cold floor. You tried to prop yourself up, but your wrists were bound, leaving you sprawled out. Then you realized what happened. You shot up, straining to see in the dark room.
"Swissy? Prussia?"
You could hear him grumble from the nickname.
"We're here, (name)."
"This is so un-awesome! How could they kidnap me?"
You scooted closer to the Alpine's voice. Eventually, you could partly make out his face, a scowl planted firmly on it.
"W-what happened?"
He shook his head.
"Like Prussia said, we've been kidnapped. Whoever that man was, he is behind this. They put blindfolds over our eyes, so I have no idea where we are."
For the first time, you saw fear cross the blonde's face. You clenched your teeth. Who would do this? What would they do with you?
A stream of light came in from an opening door. The figure who you had been speaking to stood in front, the mask removed. Your mouth fell open.
"Lithuania?"
He checked around nervously.
"I'm so sorry. I'm going to try to get you guys out of here. You don't know…he's insane! I-"
"Oh, Liet, you really should stop running away from me."
The Baltic froze. A single light bulb flickered on above you, dimly illuminating the gray cell-like room you were in. Your head swung madly around, checking for the voice's source. The door opened and a tall, smiling man walked in. You tried to stop your hands from shaking.
"R-Russia? Why-"
He inclined his grin to you, making you shrink.
"Ah, (name). You seem to be in everyone's issues these days. Not sure if that's good or bad."
You could hear Prussia gnarl at his enemy. Lithuania shirked into a corner. You felt a twinge of pity for him. Where was Poland when you needed him?
"What is this the meaning of this?" Switzerland said, inching defensively forward.
"You and (name) weren't supposed to end up here, but, oh well, it won't be that much of a loss," he laughed.
Switzerland recoiled, his face growing white.
"What do you mean?"
He tilted his head to the side, acting evilly cute.
"It's funny, Prussia still being here."
You looked worriedly to the ex-nation. He set his jaw.
"W-what did you say about t-the awesome me?"
He tried to sound threatening, but his voice caught at the end.
Still smiling, Russia sent a cold stare his way.
"Why were you behind this all?" you said firmly.
"Prussia is a nuisance and unnecessary. All of you will be part of Mother Russia one day, but he has proved to be extra troublesome. I want to dispose of him."
You bit your lip. Nations couldn't "die", or at least you thought. Not from diseases or physical accidents. They could still hurt, though. In a sense, they could just whittle away, disappear.
"I didn't want to look evil, so I planned this, sending Lithuania to plant the traps. By angering Mr. Switzerland, I knew he wouldn't be here much longer."
Russia sighed sadly.
"But then you got involved, (name), spoiling the whole thing. Prussia would've been gone now, and we all wouldn't be here."
You stared emptily. Had you gotten them all into this mess?
"Don't worry, I'm only ridding the world of Prussia. You and Mr. Switzerland will stay alive, though you won't remember anything from the past couple of days."
He pulled a long metal object from his coat and smacked it in his hand. A pipe.
"Now, to get to business."
Russia stepped toward Prussia, who whimpered. You looked around the room. Lithuania cringed, angling away. Switzerland's eyes were clamped shut. No, this couldn't be happening. You wouldn't let it happen!
"Stop!" you shrieked.
All of the heads adverted to you.
"Stop, Russia, you- you don't know what you're doing. You can't kill Prussia."
He tilted his head.
"What do you mean, da?"
You took in a deep breath. Someone's life was depending on your words. Even if it was Prussia's, it was still a life.
"I realize that Prussia can be annoying and obnoxious and ignorant. And a bit boastful-"
"Point," Prussia hissed.
"Right, anyways, I've come to realize that, no matter how irritating he may be, he's a good person. Maybe a bit misunderstood, but he brings personality to the countries. I mean, what would the conferences be without the smart-mouthing Prussia? Remember last time when we all went out to that bar in Czech Republic? We all became super drunk and ended up on that island? That fond memory was because Prussia insisted on that competition!"
There was weak laughs around the room.
"My point is, Prussia is still a great nation, just in everyone's heart. If you took that kind of nation away, the world would be devastated. You can't do that to the world, Russia."
Silence. Russia's violet eyes moved from you to Prussia, and back again. You sat up, hopeful.
"You do have a valid point."
Your face lit up.
"But,"
Prussia's head drooped.
"I still have to do this."
You shut your eyes, willing yourself not to cry. Deep down, you would miss Prussia. The ex-nation always miffed you, but he made you laugh. He made things interesting. You wished Russia could see that.
"Just get it over with," he breathed.
Russia brought back his arm. You couldn't will yourself to look away. A single tear trickled down your cheek.
"Goodbye," you whispered.
Russia's pipe closed in on his face, then-
Poked him with it.
"Okay, I feel better now, da."
Your eyes widened. Prussia looked up, you noticed a few wet spots stained his crimson eyes.
"W-what?"
"Oh, I couldn't kill you after what (name) said. How shallow would that look? Liet, can you take off their binds?" he chuckled.
Lithuania, looking about as appalled as you, nodded and ran over. All of you stood up, flexing your wrists. Your head caused you to be a bit dizzy.
"Thank you, Russia," you said.
He smiled.
"Maybe it is a good thing you get pulled into these situations. They seem to have a hidden benefit."
You nodded, not quite sure what he meant.
"But you'll speak of this to no one, right da?"
All of you instantly bowed your heads.
"C-can we leave?" Prussia asked.
"Of course. Liet, show them the way out. And if you don't mind, I'd like to speak with you a moment, Mr. Switzerland."
The Alpine nation remained stoic and agreed.
…
Lithuania led you through the suspicious building and out to the night. You wondered where your coat had been left. The Baltic stopped you and Prussia in front of the exit doors.
"Please don't plan any…attacks against Russia. World War III would be bad for everyone…"
"Don't fret, Lithuania. I think I will try to avoid Russia after today," you reassured him.
He bowed and hurried back inside the building. Prussia turned toward you, a tender smile on his face. It was all you needed to understand.
"You're such a damn pain," you laughed.
You felt like you just wanted to burst into happy tears. He sniggered feebly back.
"Did you…mean everything you said back there?" he said, in a lower tone.
"No, I just made that whole speech up," you scoffed.
You noticed he was being serious and cleared your throat.
"Um…well, yes..."
You looked away, scuffling your feet. Dang it, why was your heart beating so fast? You did not like Prussia. He would just use you like some woman toy! He couldn't-
He inched closer to you, reaching a hand out of his coat pocket. You bit your lip at the heat rising to your cheeks. Why did you save his life, again?
"(name)," he whispered.
It wasn't in his seducing tone, like when he usually tried this. It was more intense, fervent. He gently traced a finger under your chin, then to where you were tensely gnawing on your lip. You looked into his hooded crimson eyes. He bent his head an inch away from yours. Your lips instinctively parted.
Footsteps approached down the hallway. Prussia respired and backed away. Switzerland came to the doorway, eyeing both of you.
"Shall we head home?"
…
Prussia returned to Germany's house on the border of Switzerland and Germany, without another word to you. Now you and Switzerland were back in the chilly night air of Lucerne. As he walked by you down the street, you couldn't resist the thoughts anymore.
"It's all my fault," you choked.
"Hmm?"
He turned to you with a stern expression.
"I could've stayed home and learned about Turkish marriages, a-and I made you leave your guns, which could've gotten us out a-and…"
You stared down at your feet. Being seen as a weak, crying girl was the last image you wanted to achieve, but you were tired, your head hurt, and the whole day was overwhelming. You needed to vent.
Switzerland shook his head.
"(name), sometimes you can be so stupid."
You clamped your eyes shut. Even he agreed. It was official.
"You were the one who saved Prussia, saved all of us. By talking."
You looked at him, still flustered. He smiled. It was rare to see him expressively happy. It was nice. You sniffed and tilted your head, sort of like Japan would. He huffed submissively and hugged you. You closed your eyes, leaning into his chest.
You both stood, at eleven thirty one P.M., in the middle of a barren sidewalk, embracing. It was what you needed. To get the cold, land locked nation to warm up made you feel happier. You wanted to see him happy, wondering if he wanted the same for you. Right now, you enjoyed the feeling of Switzerland's arms around you.
"Maybe…you could stay here longer? Liechtenstein is at her friend's house for the week," his whispered.
You looked up in his forest green eyes.
"I'd like that."
…
[1] I just HAD to use that word. Its definitions are totally contradicting. For example, it can mean bloody, hopeful, sad, or happy. You really have to use context clues to find out what it means XD.
Aghhh, I suck at writing mysteries. I'm sorry for making Russia evil! He just seemed to fit in as the villain.
More fluff coming!