Switzerland was sitting at his desk and writing a review for the blender he had ordered online. He clicked through the stars and gave satisfactory scores. However now he was at the part where you had to write your own comment. After thinking deeply he typed 'It blends well. I would recommend it to anyone who wants well blended foods' He was about to hit the submit button when he heard a small knock on his door. He spun around. There was Lichtenstein standing in a witches outfit.
"Big brother?" she asked politely.
"Yes"
"Can you play a game with me?"
"I suppose. What is it?"
"It's a role playing game for that show I like. I'm the forest witch. You can be the brave knight, the feisty gnome or the mischievous sprite" Switzerland thought.
"I'll be the feisty gnome" He put the beard and hat on.
"Ready?" Switzerland nodded.
"Milford, have you gotten the gems from the valley yet?"
"No"
"Then we must set out and find them"
"Fine"
"Should we take a mighty Pegasus or try a transportation spell?"
"Whatever makes you happy"
"Big brother, I don't think you get how to play this game. You have to pretend to be Milford"
"I am"
"But you don't sound like him"
Switzerland thought about this. "Fine I'll be the knight" Lichtenstein nodded happily.
After going through half the cast Switzerland still couldn't get in character. He was disappointed in himself. "She really wanted to play that game, but I don't know how to. If only there was some way for me to be forced to be in a situation where I needed to be someone else and do it convincingly" Maybe he'd think of something tomorrow.
The next day Switzerland was at the world meeting. They had just been dismissed for a short break. Switzerland took the opportunity to stretch his legs and went to walk around. Just as he was rounding the corner he bumped into America.
"Whoa, sorry, didn't you there Switzy dude"
Switzerland frowned at America and went to dust himself off. That's when he noticed there to be some sort of blue liquid splashed on his jacket. He narrowed his eyes and glared.
"What's this?"
"Oh, sorry. Some of this stuff must have spilled. That's why I was running. I stole some stuff out of England's bag and he was chasing me to get it back. That's also why I ran into you. Let me help you" America reached out to wipe off some of the liquid, however Switzerland slapped his hand away.
"Touch me and you'll wake up with bullets in your head" America lowered his hand and backed off.
"Go on, shoo" America started to slowly back away, still confused. However Switzerland shot him a glare again and he took off.
Switzerland sighed and went to clean himself off. This is exactly why he rarely attended meetings.
Switzerland returned home later that evening and sighed as he fell onto his bed. He was about to fall asleep when he remembered he still had to clean that stain off his jacket. As he was washing it he noticed it didn't want to come off. Getting frustrated he flung the jacket in the corner. He'd deal with it tomorrow and went to bed.