"What?" the man said.
"If you are going kill me or otherwise do it quickly." I turned my head to look up at the predator. Instead I was looking at a hand.
"Get up, you will soil the remnants of your dress," he demanded.
I reached for the hand slowly. He impatiently tugged me up, unaware of my knees. I stood shakily.
"What is wrong?" he asked.
"my knees.." I responded.
"What about them?"
I looked down. Was it not obvious they were bleeding?
"Here, let me put you on my back..." Too late, I was already in his arms.
"Ja, I guess it would be innappropriate since you are in a dress.."
I just shook my head in agreeance. There was something about his eyes. So focused and determined. My only responsibility right now was holding a umbrella over me and my rescuers head.
He caught me looking at him. "What are you looking at?"
"What is your name?" I avoided his question purposely.
"I am Switzerland. You may call me big brother though, considering that I am adopting you."
Author's Note: I love Liechtenstein! Not nearly as much as the Holy Roman Empire though. Em, this is a tester chapter; anyone want to me to continue?
