Liechtenstein's eyes were blank as she stared at the gravestone in front of her, the funeral long over; she stared unmoving as the rain pored down relentlessly.

How fitting.

She finally looked from the grave to the sky, a hapless smile reached her lips, but her eyes remained the same. This New War had taken her closest person, the other countries had showed up for the funeral but she knew they're true intent, to take the newly lost land, or what was left of it.

She closed her eyes, the smile falling from her lips; she didn't want his lands to be taken away. She wanted to take care of them for him, but what could she do? She was so small compared to all the other countries like America or Russia; even Egypt was bigger than her.

Liechtenstein clenched her fists as she hung her head, she didn't even have an army, and she was so scared. Who would take care of her?

You can take care of yourself now.

Her eyes shot open as she heard the familiar voice. Could it have really been… she lifted her head looking straight ahead, she could feel her people mourning, crying, gaining anger, confidence and courage. It flew into her like a river and she felt her strength rise as the spirit of her people rose.

Her eyes hardened, she would take over the care of his home, and take back what was lost during the New War and protect it until she herself fell, and joined him wherever he may be.

"Goodbye big brother, I'll see you again someday," she whispered, looking at the grave sadly before she turned away from the grave, leaving her ribbon attached to the stone cross of his grave.