Hello there dear reader,
This story was actually supposed to be a oneshot for my friend because we bet on a football game and her team won~
Now I was so inspired for this that it will actually become a serious story with a few chapters, I'm not completely sure about everything yet so there can still happen so much.
Whether it will become a story with 5 chapters or 50 is all upto what YOU think about it, in reviews you can tell me what you think about this~
The first chapter(s) are introducing you to the situation and "problem".
You'll switch between her present being and a memory of Liechtenstein.

Enjoy~ !

Liechtenstein stared out of the window; snow was dancing its way through the sky, slowly coming closer to the ground between the billion other little white crystals.
Her glassy eyes wandered over the vast lands, covered in a colourless blanket she could see through the window of the train.
Just a few more minutes, and she'd arrive in what looked like the land of terror.
That place everyone had told her not to go, it was where people suffered and some of them, the people who didn't live in this despair, believed it was the solution.
Solution to what? Lili would never know, nor understand.

Even though she was a strictly neutral nation, she had crossed the border on her way, not to the country where everything was going wrong, but to where her heart was.
Her heart was nowhere in the snow, nowhere in the icy glares of the other people in the train, but in the man she thought she'd never give it to.

Harshly and without any mercy he had ripped her heart out of her chest, and ran off with it, only to be caught and locked away behind the barrier of poverty and hopelessness.
Of course she could still feel the beating of the muscles in her chest, he hadn't literally ripped it out, only all her thoughts were possessed by him and her dreams and her wishes.
Though she wondered what really hurt the most.

Sometimes she wished she could get a new heart; she could share it with someone safe, someone who'd love her back without hurting her.
But Liechtenstein knew she was infected with him too badly already, his poisonous red flashing eyes that appeared every time she closed hers.
His menacing laughter and rough actions, surprising her when he tenderly held her hands and pressed them against his pale cheeks.
Liechtenstein felt a mixture of feelings every moment she thought back to that evening.

When the wind had pulled their hairs and the scent of gunpowder surrounded them.
His eyes had slowly lost their hard stare and calmed when wandering over the little stubborn girl, a deep purplish shade peeking through the usually blood red irises.
They had just stared at each other for most of the time, no words she could force over her pinkish lips.
The gun itching in her small hand, but she wouldn't dare to point it at him for a shot, even though he was on her territory, even though she had just almost shot him when she had noticed his movement.

Intruder, he shouldn't be here; liar, he wasn't just lost like he said he was.
He had sought a safe place, even if Lili and Vash were supposed to shoot him the very moment they saw him, Prussia had preferred getting haunted by them than by anyone else, because they'd do worse things to him than a simple bullet through the head.
A quick death seemed like someone showing great mercy to him instead of the barbaric torture that awaited him; he knew he couldn't escape it for much longer.
They had stood there for minutes long, her gun pressed against his flat belly while their faces were inches apart.

He had first not been impressed by her, but after a while of studying her blonde locks, her alert, mint green eyes and slender but though body, he seemed to have a sort of respect.
How she could manage to march in the cold snow and be alert for every slight movement, having the ability to distinguish an animal from an enemy even after months of doing these routes and following these orders.

When Lili thought about that meeting, it seemed so long ago yet so fresh in her memory; she felt a little bit of warmth and light that lit up in her, but also a little bit of death smothering her a bit more every single second.
Far over the fields she could see a church, even with the distance separating them she noticed how old, abandoned and worn off it looked.
It reminded her of Prussia's face, the nearly invisible traces of a tired person that had stood through so many victories and fails.

The sound of breaking branches and crisping snow in the forest they had heard, the voice of a mad Swiss nation coming closer, they had acted without thinking, instinct with a slice of human feelings.
A kiss, one that tasted like a goodbye, he had so softly, so carefully grabbed her hands and the gun had slipped out of them when her fingers came closer to his face.
The cold skin of her fingertips had caressed his cheeks and his soft gaze became more attentive, a flash of fiery red returned.

"Bis wir uns wiedersehen," he had whispered, "halten Sie diese mit."
In her hands he now put a little soft thing, not bigger than his fist.
"Auf wiedersehen, kleine Prinzessin!" he had mouthed, with a seducing grin and a dangerous spark in his eyes, just before turning away from her quickly, almost soundlessly, and disappearing.

Vash came to her, his usually stoic expression still plastered on his face; she picked up her gun, telling him she had seen a deer, but it ran off.
A beautiful, elegant deer, it had a dirty and messy fur and scars and wounds, but two deep eyes and some stubborn willpower harboured behind that shaggy look.
A few leaves, carrying the sober last autumn colours, were still dangling through the image of the forest that was starting to slowly, very slowly, hide behind the façade of winter's coat.
In her hands had rested a little light yellow bird, it was a bit weakened by the many battles he had gone through with his master.
She had stroked its head carefully with her finger, "Auf wiedersehen, edle Ritter, wenn Sie jemals zurückkehren."

The train stopped and Lili blinked as she awoke from her daydream.
Here she was now, so many weeks after the incident, at the railway station in Moscow.

Bis wir uns wiedersehen= Until we meet again (German)
halten Sie diese mit = Keep this with you (German)
Auf wiedersehen, kleine Prinzessin = Goodbye, little Princess (German)
Auf wiedersehen, edle Ritter, wenn Sie jemals zurückkehren = Goodbye (until we see each other again), noble knight, if you can ever return.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, there shouldn't be any errors or typos because I got my Engligh teacher to betaread this chapter XD
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