Eh…I've developed a recent liking for this pairing. If you don't like it, I suggest you leave.
This is a series of drabbles revolving around England/Liechtenstein. Some are AU, some aren't. If I use their human names, England's will be his official name (Arthur Kirkland) and Liechtenstein's will be Sisia Vogel. If I genderbend them (Nyotalia), Arthur's name will be Victoria Kirkland and Liechtenstein's will be Noah Stein.
Every drabble is different, unless I say two are related.
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Faint Hearts
It was another World Conference gone crazy. America was arguing with both France and Russia, China was trying to calm the three Allies down, Italy was shouting out things about pasta, and everything was a complete disaster…as always. For once, England wasn't up there arguing with America and France. He was seated on the red couch some distance away, silently sipping his cup of tea, waiting for the meeting to end so he could go drinking with Prussia and Denmark (his drinking-only buddies. Besides that, they were nothing to him).
He suppressed the urge, however, to go up there and knock some sense into all the nations when he heard Switzerland threaten to shot everyone if they didn't shut up and listen to him. He could hear Hungary's frying pan make contact with what he assumed was Prussia's skull, along with Austria's comment of approval. Romano was cursing heavily at Spain, who was claiming the older Italy brother was "as cute as a tomato," and Belgium was giggling at their argument beside her brother, The Netherlands, who replied only with harsh comments regarding Spain.
England placed his piping hot cup of tea on the coffee table and sighed, leaning back into the comfortable sofa. Though there were arguments going on this way and that, his mind was in a relatively calm state (again, save for the urge to do what Germany usually does at meetings—take over and knock some sense into them).
He froze when he heard something shuffle beside him. Looking over, he saw Liechtenstein, gazing at him curiously with her teal eyes.
"…Aren't you going to participate?" she asked after a long pause, as if thinking about what she was going to say. England blinked—since when did he and Switzerland's little sister interact like this?—but after a few moments, slowly shook his head. The small European country pursed her lips and decided to take a seat next to him, a smile finding it's way to her face.
"They're always so loud, aren't they?" she giggled. England frowned, confused at her rather friendly gesture, and picked up his tea, taking another sip of the bittersweet liquid. After placing it back down, he turned to face her with a puzzled expression.
"Why are you talking to me?" He knew it had sounded quite rude; he hoped the rather fragile girl hadn't taken it to be that way. It appeared as though she didn't, thankfully, for she just straightened her posture, brushed the dust off of her dress, and replied,
"You seemed kind of lonely, and Big Bruder is fighting with the other countries…" England arched an eyebrow, and, after realizing he had tensed up (and for nothing, at that), relaxed and once again leaned back into the couch.
"Switzerla—err, your big brother really doesn't like the other countries much, does he…?" Liechtenstein shook her head, the ribbon that she had tied in her hair swaying with her movements (and not coming undone, either. How did she keep it like that, anyway?).
"I don't think so…" she muttered. England sighed inwardly. Well, the polite thing to do would be to continue and have a conversation with the lovely young girl, wouldn't it? He'd never exactly conversed with her, save for when he had remarked that their national anthems sounded oddly similar and she had agreed, confused.
"He loves to argue a lot," he continued. "Well, then again, I do too, so I suppose I have no right to say such things, but still…" Liechtenstein giggled again; it sounded to him like a small, ringing silver bell that could fit in one's palm.
"Big Bruder does argue with them a lot, but I don't think he hates them," she admitted. "Elizabeta told me that he's kind of like a tsundere character, except in real life." When she noticed his confusion, she quickly added, "Elizabeta is Hungary."
"No, no, I knew that…what is a tsundere?" She seemed to go red at his question, but answered nonetheless.
"A tsundere is a kind of character that'll never admit their feelings for someone…and usually acts mean or harsh to other people to cover it up. Japan told Hungary about it, and she told me." She smiled brightly and looked up into England's emerald eyes. "I think Big Bruder just needs some time."
"…I see," he muttered. "You're really, really close to him, aren't you?"
"Of course! He's my Big Bruder!" she beamed. England cracked a smile at the small girl, finding himself to enjoy her company (and forgetting about where he was and what he'd been thinking about in the first place). Their conversation flowed one nicely, until there was a loud crash, and both England and Liechtenstein whirled around and peered over the top of the couch to see what had happened. Switzerland had apparently shoved Austria into the wall (much to Hungary's dismay; it appeared as though she was torn between smacking Switzerland or Prussia senseless with her trusty frying pan). He was letting out a string of vulgar cuss words at his former friend, and he had some of his shirt gripped in his hand. Remembering the person seated next to him, England immediately grabbed Liechtenstein—to her surprise—and covered her ears and eyes with his arms.
"Hey, quiet down, will you?" England shouted. "You have a little sister, you bloody fool!" Switzerland abruptly stopped and slowly turned his head to look at the island nation, embarrassment visible on his face. He let go of Austria after a few tense minutes and sighed deeply, scratching the back of his head.
"…Mm…" was all he murmured before he went back to his seat. England sighed and took his arms off of Liechtenstein's face.
"Deepest apologies about that," he quickly let out. She frowned in confusion and glanced at her older brother. When she noticed him staring at her, silently and indirectly motioning for her to come back, she turned around and said,
"Thank you for chatting with me, England, but I've got to go to Big Bruder." She then hopped up off of the couch, gave a cute little wave, and scurried off to Switzerland, seating herself next to him with a unbelievably bright look on her cherubic face.
England chuckled to himself and turned back to face the coffee table, his smile dropping when he realized he was all alone again—something he didn't normally mind, of course. Perhaps he could indulge in another conversation with the girl…he wouldn't mind doing so, he thought to himself, and the smile returned. That is, if that xenophobic fool allows me to come within a meter of her next time…
The rest of the World Conference flew by—arguments here and there, but the meeting itself more or less calmed down—and Prussia and Denmark rushed over to England, prepared to go drink themselves beyond recognition (except Prussia; the damn git couldn't get drunk, no matter how hard he tried). As he was exiting the rather spacious room with his loud, obnoxious companions, he turned just slightly and caught Liechtenstein's eye. She smiled, and he returned the gesture, before he was dragged out by the Nordic and the Prussian.
It was yet another World Conference gone mad, possibly even worse than the last one (if that was possible). Belarus had pulled out a knife and was chasing Lithuania around the room with it because Russia had admitted that Lithuania had always been one of his favorites (to Latvia's dismay and Belarus' anger). Cuba had resulted to throwing furniture around to express his hatred for America, and had accidentally whacked Canada (who?) across the face with a hardcover dictionary when he'd mistaken the boy to be his older brother.
And again England found himself sitting out, not wanting to get tangled up in the madness. Again Liechtenstein had come up to him with a contagiously happy expression and again they'd conversed until Switzerland called her back when he noticed she'd disappeared.
Again the meeting had ended, and again he was to leave with Prussia and Denmark—that is, until he felt a tug at his military jacket. He stopped and turned to see Liechtenstein herself, a shy but still elated look on her doll-like face.
"E-England, do you have any plans for tomorrow…?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He noted that Hungary stood some distance behind her, nodding with a satisfied grin on her face.
"C'mon, Artie, hurry up!" Denmark whined. A smile slowly crept across England's face and he shook his head.
"No, I don't." He knew damn well that he was to go drinking again with Prussia and Denmark, but right now, that mattered none. "…I'd love to spend some time with you, if that is what you're implying." She broke out into the largest smile he'd ever seen—not on her, but on anyone, including America—and turned when she let go of his jacket to follow his drinking buddies, who waited impatiently for him at the top of the stairs.
"What took you so long, Artie?" Prussia questioned, already marching down. England just chuckled and replied,
"Oh, nothing, just got a date with an absolute cutie." He muttered the last part, but blush was visible on his face, and the two didn't ask any further.
Fun fact: Today is my dog's birthday. Happy third birthday, Phineas~
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