Title – I Kissed a Girl

Started – 6-21-2010, Mon (2PM)

Finished – ?

Characters – Leala/Liechtenstein, Elizaveta/Hungary, and others.

Genre - Romance/Drama (It's not much of either though ^^;)

Rating – T, but with some necessary splashes of bordering lime. You'll be warned when.

Upfront Summary [the summary that shows up with all the other information before you click on to read the story] = With Japan at Switzerland's house, Leala sleeps over at Elizaveta's. There are three sides to this story that no one truly knows. -This is not a songfic.-

A/N – Out of the disarray of my mind came the development of this simply complex girl-on-girl relationship. XD It runs parallel to my SwissSushi (SwitzerlandxJapan) "Movie Night" story but it is not required to read the other first, nor will reading "I Kissed a Girl" spoil the other for you. ^^

Just in case, here's a small key:

~(SceneChange/EndScene)~

"Dialogue"

Thoughts/Emphasis/Whispering/Non-English/Songlyrics

EMPHASIS/LOUDLY

Narration

'So-called'

Disclaimer = I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia/APH. Hidekaz Himaruya does. If I did, I'd make Hungary and Taiwan look a little more different than each other. -o-

I've been DYING to get this story out since day one! I hope you all give it a chance and tell me how you feel about it!

~~~(CH1_Their Simple, Secret Relationship)~~~

Liechtenstein bid the Japanese farewell and left the two nations to their own devices. She skipped along the cobble stone path with a silly grin on her face.

Switzerland and Japan.

Surely a day alone with each other would be enough…

The German girl greeted the milkman with a smile and he the same as she hopped onto his wagon for a ride into town. It did not take long for her to reach the border of her country and Austria who, speaking of which, had kindly met her halfway.

"Dame Liechtenstein," he greeted her formally, though warmly.

She curtsied slightly and returned the greeting. "Good day, Herr Austria."

When he turned to offer his hand to her, Liechtenstein froze. Switzerland would not forgive her (nor the other female Germanic nation) if she accepted it, but to reject it would be very rude and she truly appreciated their close ties.

Austria, spotting her inner conflict surfacing, gently motioned for her sleepover luggage, easily slipping it out of her fingers and into his. With the other hand, he delicately gestured for their departure (chuckling lightly) to which, after the fog in Liechtenstein's mind had dissipated, she happily agreed to.

The house that belonged to Hungary, strangely, was not within her own country, but instead in Austria, not so far off from where that personified nation lived. It was the same with her and Switzerland, but… Hungary grew sad whenever the curious question arose, so Liechtenstein merely followed with murmurs of how nice it was for her to live close by.

Austria bid her a reluctant goodbye on Hungary's entrance. Liechtenstein thanked him. No other words needed to be spoken then; she knew what ponderings were dancing in his head.

They had ridden mostly by carriage so Liechtenstein happily bounded up the steps of Hungary's porch and knocked on her door to a beat. The gardens smelled of flowers - lilies, if she remembered correctly - and though the space was small (possibly not wanting to trouble Austria), the house was rather large (possibly from the insisting of Austria), much like most personified countries' houses were. It was of a homey, earthen color too, with some touches of green like blades of grass. It suited her, Liechtenstein thought. A warrior that knew how to appreciate peace.

"I'm coming!" a voice finally returned from inside the lovely abode, coupled with the light, floating footsteps of a happy woman.

Liechtenstein jumped when the door imploded from Hungary opening it so gustily.

"Leala!"

"Eli!"

"Sorry, honey, I was just changing my batteries and, well, you know how that is, right?"

"Of course I understand!"

And they kissed a nice fluttery kiss. Lips but no tongue. Longing but no lust. The kiss of their simple secret relationship.

They batted their eyes and smiled in ritual before Elizaveta invited her guest inside.

~()~

A/N – And there it is guys. My first lezzie story! XD Now, I realize that not many Hetalia fans go for this kind of stuff. They like yaoi and the groaning of inserting things that shouldn't belong in certain places. And, I mean, just look at the casting crew. It's a bishounen orgy. BUT! For the sake of this work, I ask you fans to take a moment and relax. Allow this story to enter your mind and sit for a while. Because this relationship is definitely not as simple as Leala claims!

Keep yourselves updated! I'm not letting this story get away from me!

Sincerely,

~TMRomance