sorry its so late in the day, guys! I went to bed at 6:30 and woke up at 1:30-2:00 and forgot all about Switzerland's birthday until I noticed my cellphone had something on the calendar for today
you should read France's first
Switzerland stared at his ceiling. And stared. And continued staring. Liechtenstein frowned. She had opened the door without stealth. Usually, Switzerland was irritatingly aware of his surroundings. But since France's birthday, to which he was France's present, Switzerland hadn't been right.
Liechtenstein stepped forward. Switzerland had been snuck up on by herself, Swissy, Germany, Austria…everyone, really. He just sits, or stands, or sometimes lays down, and goes off into Swiss-lalaland.
"Brother?" She asked. Switzerland gasped, sitting up quickly. He put a hand on his chest, sighing in relief.
"Thank God, its only you," Switzerland smiled. Swissy padded up, rubbing up against Switzerland's leg. Switzerland picked her up, cuddling her absently. "Was there something you needed?" He asked Liechtenstein.
"You've been acting different ever since France…" Liechtenstein frowned. "What did he do to you?" She inquired.
Switzerland thought back to that night. "Nothing," He mumbled. Liechtenstein pouted. "He didn't do anything to me. Except untie me," Switzerland added.
"Then why are you acting so weird?" Liechtenstein inquired. Switzerland sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose in a frustrated way.
"I did something to him," He muttered. Liechtenstein's mint-green eyes went wide.
"Mew?" Swissy asked, totally not getting it. She rubbed against Switzerland's hand, trying to get him to pet her.
"N-nothing like that! I, well…" Switzerland sighed. "I told him I hated him…and it was a complete lie," He sighed. Liechtenstein giggled. "What?"
"That's what's been bothering you?" She asked.
"Well…I did kiss him…" Switzerland added slowly. Liechtenstein blinked.
"Cheek, or…?" She trailed off.
"Lips," Switzerland answered. Liechtenstein's face went blank. She turned and started to walk away. Swissy squirmed from Switzerland's grip, following the small blonde out the door. "What?" He inquired.
Once out of earshot, Liechtenstein picked up Swissy. "Let's go see France," She whispered.
"Mew?" Swissy inquired.
"You know, that blonde guy with the beard?" Liechtenstein prompted. Swissy made sexy eyes with a suggestive smirk on her face. "Yeah, him!" She smiled. Swissy did not look happy about that.
France woke up with another hangover. He groaned, holding his head and getting to his feet. He stumbled into the bathroom, opening the cabinet for the aspirin. 'Aspirin for superheroes, giants, countries, states, or cities.' Aha!" France grabbed it, but the bottle slipped.
France reached down to grab it, hitting his head on the cabinet on his way back up. "Auhhh!" France whined. After taking the painkillers, he tripped into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and poking his head into it.
"Hi, France." Startled, France raised his head, hitting it on the fridge top. He held his head, groaning, and looked over at Liechtenstein.
"What?" He asked. Liechtenstein held out the muffins. "Ah, merci," He murmured, taking them and sitting down to eat them.
"You're depressed," She noted. France shrugged.
"What made you guess, cherie? The sleeping too much, the drinking…meh," France shoved the muffin into his mouth. Liechtenstein scrunched up her nose.
"No, what Switzerland told me. You see, he has been off in his own little world. And I want it to stop," Liechtenstein explained.
"Ouais, ouais," France mumbled.
"He told me he accidentally told you he hated you, when he meant the opposite." France sat up, eyes wide. Liechtenstein giggled. "I gave you what you and my brother wanted, and now you need to help me with something my brother wants, and I know you want it too," Liechtenstein explained.
France sighed, slowly standing. "What's your plan, manipulateur peu?" He asked. Liechtenstein smirked.
"I was thinking…"
Switzerland had been lying awake for awhile now. He stared at the ceiling. What was he going to do today? "Lie here," He replied to himself aloud.
"Brother, can you come into the kitchen?" Liechtenstein asked.
"No thanks," He called back.
"Please?"
"At four o'clock!" Switzerland furrowed his brow. Liechtenstein groaned from the kitchen. Switzerland rolled his eyes.
"Okay, guys, we have to wait until four," Liechtenstein sighed. Austria sighed.
"Oh well! Let's decorate some more!" Hungary giggled.
"Ve~, and Romano and I can look over the cake!" Italy chirped.
"Still hoping he won't shoot at you anymore?" Liechtenstein smiled.
"No!...maybe, kinda, yes…" Romano pouted. Liechtenstein giggled. Germany sighed.
"Why does Switzerland have to be difficult? Italy and I have training to do," Germany grumbled.
"Training~?" Italy asked slyly.
"Training, Italy," Germany poked Italy in the forehead. Italy rubbed his offended forehead.
"You're no fun," He pouted.
"I was fun last night," Germany retorted.
"Oh, God!" Romano threw himself down on to the floor. Everyone stared at him for a moment before shrugging and going back to what they were doing before.
"Will all the nations be coming?" Austria asked, reaching out to pet Swissy. Swissy hissed at him, causing him to shoot her a glare and pull back his hand.
"No, Brother likes small gatherings. He will get upset if there are too many people," Liechtenstein explained. Austria nodded.
"Okay, good." There was silence.
"What time is it?" Romano suddenly asked. Liechtenstein checked the clock.
"…eleven o'clock…"
Switzerland sighed at the knock on his door. "Four o'clock, Brother! Kitchen, now!" He blinked. She could be demanding when she wanted.
"That's my girl," He chuckled to himself, walking into the kitchen.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Okay, this time it was rational to get scared!
Switzerland stood there, processing. "It's…my birthday?" He asked.
"Really, Switzerland? You've been that out of it?" Liechtenstein scolded. Switzerland nervously laughed.
"Well…yeah…" He looked around. "Is France here?" Switzerland asked.
"No, he said he doesn't come to parties for people who hate him. He sounded really bad," Liechtenstein answered. Switzerland cringed.
"Have some cake!" Italy and Romano offered together, holding it up.
"I'm still shooting at you if you come into my property naked," Switzerland told them.
"Then gimme that cake!" Romano snapped, but Italy pulled him away. Switzerland sighed.
He never noticed Lichtenstein, Swissy, and a third figure sneak away into his room.
France stood there, in his boxers, in Switzerland's room. "This…feels weird," France mumbled.
"What, being naked in someone else's room?" Liechtenstein snickered.
"No, being naked in Suisse's room," France replied. Liechtenstein sighed, feeling mentally scarred.
"Lay down," She ordered. France blinked. "Now," She glared fire at him. France hurriedly laid down.
Something cold clamped around his wrists with a click. "You…you did not just handcuff me to the bedpost, did you?" France looked up at the little blonde.
"Now I wish my ears to remain innocent, thank you, so I'm going over to Hungary's," Liechtenstein explained.
"You didn't answer my question," France scowled.
"Do I have to?" Liechtenstein put the key in her pocket.
"What if I need to pee or something?" France asked desperately.
"Hold it."
"You little she-devil…"
Switzerland absently scrubbed something off the counter, then decided to go to bed. He wasn't tired, but…
Switzerland stared at the person handcuffed to his bed. France smiled meekly back. "It was your sister's idea…" He mumbled.
"Do you want out?" Switzerland asked, face set on fire. France thought.
"Well…unless you want to take advantage of this…" France trailed off. Switzerland fell over in shock. "…Suisse?"
"Well…you see…" Switzerland forced it out, "I love you, but…I'm not ready," Switzerland sighed.
"I'm alright with that," France shrugged, nodding. Switzerland's face went blank. "Qu'est-ce?"
"You? France? Okay with not having someone to fuck?" France pouted.
"I'm not all lust and thrust, ma très chère en Suisse," France told him. Switzerland chuckled at the statement. "We can just cuddle, non?" France suggested.
"Sure. Let me get those handcuffs off," Switzerland replied, blushing.
"Liechtenstein took the key," France muttered.
"Did she?" Switzerland smirked, holding up a skeleton key. He undid the handcuffs. France wrapped his arms around Switzerland's waist and pulled him into the bed.
"Je t'aime, Suisse!" France chimed. Switzerland snuggled up to the Frenchman.
"Tired," He mumbled. France leaned up against the wall, getting comfortable and letting Switzerland get comfortable as well. "I don't want to fall asleep on you," Switzerland suddenly pointed out.
"Go ahead, mon amour. After all, it is your birthday," France smiled softly at the Swiss boy.
"But what if you hurt your back or you neck aches in the morning or-" France cut him off with a gentle kiss on the lips.
"I'm fine, Suisse," He whispered. Switzerland gave in, allowing France to cradle him like a child. Slowly, the Swiss blonde fell asleep.
Liechtenstein poked her head in an hour later. "Just wondering if Brother killed you, Fra-!" For a moment, she just stared.
"Shh, he's asleep," France whispered.
"Yeah, I can see that!" Liechtenstein whispered back fiercely. "So you guys aren't…ahem…" She blushed.
"No, he isn't ready," France replied. Liechtenstein stared at him, before turning and leaving. Swissy sat there, staring at them with her head tilted to the side. "Oui, petit chaton?" France asked.
"Mew!" She replied. France blinked, glancing down at Switzerland. Swissy jumped up, licking France's hand lightly. France smiled, petting her. Swissy purred, then rubbed up against his arm and was gone. France shrugged that off.
"Strange cat…"
translations:
merci-thank you
cherie-dear/darling
ouais, ouais-yeah, yeah
manipulateur peu-little manipulator
Suisse-Switzerland
Qu'est-ce-what
ma très chère en Suisse-dearest Switzerland
non-no
je t'aime-I love you
mon amour-my love
oui-yes
petit chaton-little cat/small cat