Switzerland adjusted his tie in front of the mirror as he prepared to leave. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?" he asked his spectator sister.
Liechtenstein nodded. "Uh, huh! I'll be fine, Big Brother!"
Switzerland sighed. "Now remember vhat I taught you about strangers!"
"Uh, huh!"
"And don't let them in the house! Even if they have candy!"
"I know, Big Brother!" she smiled. "It's in my guidebook you made me!"
Switzerland sighed even deeper. "It's just that I vorry for you…"
"I'll be fine," she replied. "Hold on a moment, Big Brother!"
"Hm? Vhat is it?" Switzerland turned back to face his sister.
She stood up on a small step stool and gently held his tie and adjusted it for him. "You can't go to the Vorld Conference looking like that!"
"Oh, I suppose you're right," Switzerland closed his eyes in frustration. "It's just that I hate going because ve never anything done! All they do is argue and vaste precious time!"
Liechtenstein smiled and gently kissed his cheek. "Now, don't you just look so handsome!"
Switzerland blushed. He glanced down to the side and held a hand behind his head. "Just be safe, okay?"
Liechtenstein smiled and nodded once. "I vill!"
"And lock up behind me!"
"Ja, Ja," Liechtenstein had to push him towards the front door.
"And remember that I keep my AK-47-"
"I know," Liechtenstein closed the door as Switzerland held up his index finger. He sighed and turned to walk away.
Switzerland hadn't walked through the door before Germany held up his right hand, stopping Switzerland's advance into the room. "Vhat is it now?" he demanded.
Germany held out his hand and gestured it in a 'hand it over' way. Switzerland sighed deeply, and loudly as the other nations waited rather rudely. Austria, the man Switzerland preferred not to see again, had his arms crossed, obviously inconvenienced by this little interruption. Switzerland turned his attention back to the tall man in front of him. Switzerland sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine!" he said, as he took out a couple of pistols, knives, and bullets and placed them on a nearby table, where everyone had put their luggage. He tried to continue, but Germany stood in his way again.
"Don't make me beat you vif my peace prize!" Switzerland warned, pounding his fist on the table.
Germany held his ground and continued to hold out his hand. Switzerland's eyebrows slanted in anger, but he preferred to make this as peaceful as possible, so he obeyed Germany, for now. He took out another Swiss Army Knife from his pocket and a Smith and Wesson from his back belt and put it in Germany's open palm. Germany tried to take his double-barrel shotgun, too, but Switzerland pulled away with it. After a few moments of arguing, Germany let him keep it with him.
Switzerland followed Germany into the room and slammed his gun down on the table, in front of Austria, making him flinch. "I hope zhat isn't loaded…" he complained.
Switzerland ignored Austria and exhaled deeply as he sat down in his chair. "Let's get this over vif, already," he demanded.
Britain snatched off America's headphones, "Are you listening to that bloody Brittany Spear, again?"
"No one care about your girlfriend-aru!" China stood up.
"Here ve go again…" Switzerland mumbled as he leaned over the table, and held his hand to his forehead.
"The rumors about her being my sweetheart are totally true, Dude!" America stood up, announcing and smiling wide and stupid.
"That got us novhere…not surprisingly…" Switzerland mumbled as he walked to the front door, unlocked it and walked inside. "Liechtenstein?" he called, as he closed the door behind him and locked it, again. "I'm home!"
"Oh, Big Brother!" Liechtenstein rushed into the foyer, carrying a plate with a freshly made sandwich on it. "I made you lunch!"
Switzerland was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled gently. "Thank you, Liechtenstein. You know how to cheer me up." He put his hand on her head and gently rubbed it. He took off his shoes and left them by the front door. He hung up his jacket on the rack hook and followed his sister into the dining room. She placed the plate down in front of him.
"You must be exhausted…"
"Uh…ja…a little…" Switzerland admitted, and sighed. "Ve never get anyvhere in those meetings…"
"Are they boring?"
"A little…" Switzerland took a bite out of the sandwich.
"Vell?" asked Liechtenstein. "Vhat do you think?"
"I think….it tastes like sandwich…"
Switzerland sighed in happiness as he leaned out his upstairs window. It was a quiet night, and the moon was beautiful, the sky was clear. He could almost enjoy it, except for the fact that he saw a certain Italian crossing his borders, again…
"Not you, again!" Switzerland called to him, but Italy didn't turn to face him, and kept running…but this time, he was running towards his house, which Switzerland thought was strange…even for Italy.
Switzerland rushed downstairs; grabbing his rifle, loading it on the way, and skipping a few steps. He stormed through the foyer and opened the front door rather violently. "Vhy do you bother vif knocking?! Do you vant to get shot?!" he froze as he met the cold, cruel purple eyes of a man that resembled Italy and dressed in a brown uniform…but Switzerland found out too late that this wasn't Italy…
The man quickly drew Switzerland close as he stabbed him with a knife! Switzerland gasped in shock and his eyes grew wide in fear. Fresh blood dripped down his chin as he dropped the loaded rifle. The bullet ricocheted in the house and left a hole in the wall.
The man whispered in Switzerland's ear as he smiled evilly, "You-a can no longer stay neutral. War is-a coming. Sooner or later, THEY-A will find you….and when they-a do…"
The strange Italy pulled out the knife violently and Switzerland gasped again as he fell to his knees. The stranger licked the blood off the knife and continued, "THEY-A will kill everyone you-a hold dear…"
Switzerland's mind raced with thoughts of Liechtenstein and he fell forward, now on all fours. The evil Italian grinned and kicked Switzerland in the face! Switzerland was pushed a few feet away and hit the side of his forehead on the wall. He coughed and spat out blood.
The stranger turned to leave, but Switzerland wasn't about to let him just waltz out and escape! He reached for the Swiss Army Knife he always carried in his boot. "ARRRGGGHH!" he cried out in revenge. He stabbed the stranger in the thigh and dragged it down his leg, leaving a huge gash.
The dark Italian threw him off of him and walked outside, with the knife still in his thigh. He left a blood trail leading out the door. Switzerland supported himself up with his arms, lying on the floor.
Liechtenstein ran out of her room and leaned over the upstairs railing, "I heard you shout and a gunshot, Big Brother! Vhat's going on?"
"Go back to your room and stay there!" Switzerland ordered and turned so she wouldn't see how bad he was beaten up. But, despite the fight, Switzerland was exhausted and fainted, collapsing on the floor in a puddle of his own blood…