Warning: Personified countries, crack pairing, some human names are used.

This is a Hetalia: Axis Powers fan-fiction, which means the characters are personifications of countries. The characters are, however, in no way representative of the actual countries or her people. This fan-fiction does not accurately depict what happened between the nations. No offence is intended to the countries mentioned in this fan-fiction.

Disclaimer: Axis Powers: Hetalia does not belong to me, it belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya.

8 and 9 June 1940

Switzerland awoke to the sound of aircrafts zooming across the sky. "For the hundredth time, stop flying over my land!" Switzerland yelled, snatching his gun and bounding off the bed.

He was scared.

Even though his expression and tone told otherwise, Switzerland was absolutely terrified.

It pained him to say it, but he was puny compared to the other nations surrounding him. His army was strong and his land well-defended, but he had no idea how long he'd be able to last against the German troops should they ever attempt to invade. Germany had made his intentions obvious: Germany's Politician had announced on 13 May 1940 that no neutral states would continue to exist within Europe.

No neutral states. No more Switzerland.

The attack never happened, but Switzerland remained vigilant.

Switzerland was ready in a few minutes. Garbed in his usual military uniform, he charged outside and glared at the aircraft speeding across.

Two Swiss plane appeared at the corner of his vision, converging on the German plane. They flanked each side of the plane. Switzerland knew they were trying to force the German aircraft to land.

When it didn't, a warning shot was fired into the air. Switzerland bit his lower lip grimly. The German planes were intentionally flying over Switzerland. More German planes approached. He mentally counted the number of planes. 15 Swiss aircraft versus 32 German planes. An air battle ensued, with bullets whizzing towards the opponents.

Amidst all the fighting, a German strode towards him calmly.

"Switzerland," Germany greeted.

Switzerland could only stare. Germany was on his land and he had no idea how to react. Germany didn't look armed, but then again, he knew about forty ways to kill a man with his bare hands, so Switzerland had to be on his guard. He gripped his gun tightly, ready to raise it and shoot him if necessary. Germany wasn't a bad person, but his Boss had a way of influencing people, and Germany could very well have been brainwashed already.

"Uh... Hello, Germany. What are you doing here?" Switzerland inquired cordially. Every cell in him was screaming, Get off my land, get off my land!

Germany gazed up at the German plane spiralling downwards, a trail of smoke tailing behind it. "What'd you attack me for? We were in French territory!"

"You were in Swiss airspace. No Swiss planes have flown over foreign territory," Switzerland asserted. He sounded braver than he felt, but he knew that the only way to survive was to deceive the other nations into believing he was stronger than he actually was.

Germany pressed his lips into a thin line. Switzerland noticed that Germany looked... Different. He seemed more harassed, with a few stray locks of blonde hair falling across his eyes, but there was a spark in his eye that trumpeted his victories and high morale. "We weren't attacking you."

"But you were in my airspace," Switzerland pointed out insistently. "I have the right to shoot down any plane in Swiss airspace that could potentially be a threat to my country."

"And you're using German-made machinery?" Germany sighed. The irony of it all was rather amusing, but his planes were getting destroyed and that displeased him greatly.

"That's right." Switzerland shifted his weight to the other leg uncomfortably. "What about that?"

Germany's eyes roved Switzerland. "It's a shame that you're turning your back on us," Germany muttered as he spun around and walked away.

(8 June 1940: 32 German planes were ordered to enter Switzerland's airspace. Germany claimed that Switzerland had attacked first over France.

9 June 1940: Switzerland replied that no Swiss plane had flown over foreign territory.)

-o-

19 June 1940

There was a knock on the door. Switzerland answered it with a yawn – he had barely slept last night thanks to all the sounds of fighting from the Battle of France in the west.

"I told you not to attack German aircraft," Germany drawled, his steely blue eyes boring into Switzerland.

Switzerland had to force himself to breathe normally and not slam the door in Germany's face. "I wish to maintain my personal space," Switzerland stated, hoping that his voice wouldn't waver.

Germany reached into his breast pocket and unfolded a slip of paper. "The German Reich reserves the right to take any measure necessary for the prevention of attacks of this nature," Germany read out. "In event of any repetition of such incidents, the Reich will dispense with written communications and resort to other means of safeguarding German interests."

Switzerland's frown deepened. Was that a threat? "... Fine. I won't intercept your planes." Switzerland sagged. Germany was larger and stronger, and Switzerland had no doubt that he'd make good on his threat – Germany was a man of his word. In this situation, though, it was a bad thing.

Germany stepped into Switzerland's house.

Switzerland backed away instinctively. "Don't come any nearer, I'll shoot!"

"I just want to negotiate some things," Germany said calmly. "I've been sent here under direct orders to convey the messages to you. I won't hurt you."

Switzerland didn't relinquish his grip on the gun. "What do you want?"

"Your Swiss fighters intervened beyond your borders. My Boss demands an apology and reparations for all the damage you have done, and that my German soldiers and planes are returned."

"T-That's crazy!" Switzerland spat. His mind raced. Being a neutral country, he strictly believed in never obliging to any side. He stood alone.

"I expect my planes back soon," Germany intoned, then his eyes softened. "Switzerland, please don't do anything stupid. My Boss is bent on destroying you."

The Swiss are an armed people willing to preserve its independence, Switzerland seethed inwardly. Nobody can conceive without horror a foreign occupation, and the Swiss can and must defend themselves. The topography of the country is a first-rate ally, and the new methods of warfare will not take the Swiss unprepared... Thus will the country be strong and the Army quite ready. One order is ample: "Hold fast!"

"He won't. He can't," Switzerland declared, giving Germany a defiant look.

Germany's expression gave nothing away. Then, much like the first time, he whirled about and exited with paced steps.

Switzerland darted to the door and locked it before staggering to a sofa and sinking down onto it. All of this was tiring him to the bone. His men had to be constantly battle-ready for fear of an invasion from practically anywhere. It was a bane to be wedged between four – actually, two – powerful nations. Switzerland wasn't going to acknowledge that Austria, that pussy, was powerful, and Italy was rather self-explanatory.

Then again, France was weakening rapidly, which meant that only one of his neighbours were truly powerful.

Yet that one neighbour could cause him enough of a headache. Austria had joined Germany, so, in retrospect, German allies surrounded about half of Switzerland.

Switzerland knew France was falling. Paris had been seized by German troops five days ago, and all the French and Polish troops were being pushed to the southern side of France.

If France fell, Switzerland would be completely fenced in by German forces. That was a horrifying – but very plausible – notion.

Switzerland curled up into a foetal position and moaned into his knees.

-o-

"Men, fall back!"

The Polish troops kicked up rocks and dust as they retreated towards the town. The fighting had been going on for over a week, and each passing day only meant that France was closer to obliteration. Germany's advance had forced the French and Polish troops towards the southern part of France. Their combined forces hadn't been enough to defend France. Very soon, France was going to end up like Poland; just another part of Germany.

Poland felt unbridled rage bubble within him. Why him? Why was it always him who was targeted, invaded, partitioned? He had been partitioned thrice during the pinnacle of his power.

The subsequent period of time unearthed too many painful memories. He had wandered, lost and alone, around Prussia and Austria's house. No one acknowledged him – why would they? Poland no longer existed.

Poland was resurrected like a phoenix in 1918, but his independence was short-lived. He only enjoyed thirty-one years of having his old life back when Germany invaded without warning.

Germany had begun his conquest with Poland, dividing Poland's land up between him and Russia and sparking off World War Two. Poland had fled to France to evade capture. He didn't want to return to the cold, dark house where everyone ignored him.

Poland didn't know why he was so unfortunate, but he had to keep smiling. For the sake of his people and himself, he had to.

Poland gripped his rifle tightly, his breath coming in ragged pants as he ran away from the Germans. He entered a quaint little French town that had been mostly deserted and ducked into a stairwell. His men followed him. The German troops had stopped pursuing them, so they were safe for now.

How long, though, would they last? If this kept up, France would be taken over really quickly. Poland racked his mind for his next plan of action.

"O Vreneli, my pretty one, pray tell me where's your home?"

"My home it is in Switzerland, 'tis made of wood and stone. It's filled with oh so many beautiful lakes and springs."

A smile crept on to Poland's face.

"Let's go to Switzerland!"

(19 June 1940: Germany threatened Switzerland, and Switzerland had to stop intercepting airplanes in the sky. This didn't stop them from shooting down planes from the ground, though.

The Polish army received instructions to escape to Switzerland.)

Hello! This is my first fan-fiction that ventures into more dangerous territory, namely WWII.

I tried my best to do ample research to keep it historically accurate (er, at least for the events that transpired), because – let's face it – it's a crack pairing and nothing here will ever be historically accurate hahahahaha.

I hope you enjoy the story!