Switzerland's pov (aka vash)
The air was tainted with blood laced smoke and bodies littered the ground. This is was the battlefield. This was where I belonged, and no matter how hard I try for peace it always seemed to find me. When I was forced into this war I was so confident that I, the mighty Switzerland could handle it. I never expected to be lying on the ground bleeding from a hole in my back. It was a shallow wound but must have had tranquilizing effects because I couldn't move. I knew I was alone in this fight; years of neutrality assured I would have no allies. So I lay there, the cold metal of my gun pressing into my face. I could only watch as my enemies approached
"So they want me alive..." I muttered before passing out.
Lichtenstein's pov (aka lili)
I jumped over body after body, desperately searching for him. It felt weird wearing pants but a skirt would only hinder me more. The guns were making it hard enough, sweat ran into my eyes making it hard to see and I choked on the smoke, the taste of blood in my mouth. It seemed like minutes turned to hours until I finally saw the familiar green uniform. Relief quickly dissipated when I saw America hoist him over his shoulder.
"LET HIM GO"
I yelled leveling a gun to my shoulder and with a shaky hand aimed for the helicopter Canada was starting up. I fired a few explosive rounds and silently celebrated when they hit the engine causing a massive explosion. The three countries that were climbing in flying backwards. France, Canada, and Britain all lay unconscious at America's feet.
"Give me back my Switzerland" I growled.
America's pov (aka Alfred)
I stared in surprise at the small form of Liechtenstein. It was hard to believe she just blew up our helicopter; hell the gun was almost as big as she was. The most shocking thing, however, was her eyes; normally she was bouncing happily after Switzerland radiating happiness. Never once have I seen eyes like that on her. Her eyes were that of a fighter. Cold and flat, like she didn't give a damn if I died or not. I had to think of something fast.
"Drop the gun or I'll shoot him" I said "I don't care if he lives or not, but he's coming with us."
It was a lie 'cause we needed him alive but she didn't know that and she would do anything for him. I smiled as she dropped the gun. 'See' I thought she can't endanger him, I'm so smart. Before I knew what happened I was on the ground gripping my shoulder in pain. 'That bitch...she actually shot me'
Lichtenstein's pov (aka lily)
As soon as America hit the ground I ran over to Switzerland. He was unconscious but still breathing steadily. He was in no immediate danger, but I still needed to get him back to his base. I looked over at America and raised the pistol I had hidden in my sleeve. Looking down at him I leveled the gun at Britain.
"Call your medics say you need a ride back to base"
He wasted no time getting out his phone.
"And if you want out you might as well to summon two, because I'm not taking you with us."
I watched him frantically bark orders to the medics and glare at me. The gun stayed at level with England's head in case he tried to blow our cover. after he was done I took his phone and threw it a couple feet away and proceeded with tying the three unconscious countries together and then bound Americas hands and feet together and gagged him. When the medics drove up I was there holding the gun to his face. They stopped dead in their tracks
"I will be taking one of those jeeps. And the medical supplies in them. if you don't want your mascot to die you will gently carry him (points at Switzerland) to the jeep and lay him down, if anything happens to him, even a hair on his head I will kill America."
It wasn't much longer that I was driving full speed to the Swiss base, Switzerland safe and sound next to me. I had done a quick patch job using the bandages I obtained from Americas people. And he was sleeping soundly. It was then I allowed myself to start crying. The memories of blood overcoming my vision. It was a long way back to base and so we would have to camp in the jeep. I made sure Switzerland was comfortable before curling up next to him. Even in the middle of war I felt safe with him...
Switzerland's pov (aka vash)
I knew two things when I woke up. One, there was a person nearby, and two; I didn't have my gun with me. I bolted up and looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. 'Oh yeah I was in a battle and got knocked out...' damn I can't remember anything. Then I looked down
"LIECHTENSTEIN"
I slapped a hand over my mouth and stared at the sleeping form of my "little sister" and tried to put two and two together. Why was she here? I never even told her I was going into this battle. Just that I had some work for a few days. Liechtenstein, my only ally and friend, was so little that it was hard to believe she was only a few years younger than me. I brought her into my house during the great depression and somewhere along the way she became someone important to me. I never wanted her to suffer so I was sure to never tell her if something went wrong. This war was no exception. So I had no idea why or how she got here. I must have sat there thinking for a good half an hour until a small sigh broke my musings. I looked down as Lichtenstein began to sit up.
"Liechtenstein."
Lichtenstein's pov (aka lily)
When I woke up the first thing I saw was Switzerland, and smiled widely.
"Good morning brother" I said dreamily. It always made me so happy to see him, especially if it was when I first woke up. He would look at me and blush slightly before muttering a curt "good morning" but this time was different, this time there was no good morning, just silence. Curious, I looked up to see his face warped in confusion, then relief, then finally anger. Quickly I tried to calm him down, before he could get too mad. He had never been anything but gentle with me, but I had seen him get mad at others and it was terrifying.
"Brother may I see your wounds?"
He looked down at himself and blushed a bit when he saw that he had in fact been hurt. As I sat there re bandaging his wounds I could feel the tension in his body. I knew he had questions and I would tell him, but not until he was taken care of.