Hello, Tessa here! Read and Review please, I'm seriously interested in everyone's feedback on this one. :) The plot has changed so much since when I first jotted down ideas, but I've already got everything figured out. The finished story will be 2-3 chapters long and already has an ending. Feel free to message my anytime with ideas or thoughts, I'm just chilling as much as I can while surviving a real (rain/thunder)storm outside! Thanks so much for reading!

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An Incident in June

"I'm not taking this anymore! I told you for the last time that I want no unauthorized aircrafts flying over. If you people must, then just fill the space with enough of your guerrillas to wipe all the military out! I want nothing to do with this war!" Switzerland slammed the silver-trimmed door with all his might. He knew very well that the people of his country would stop at nothing to get more information about the war that had currently infested itself all over Europe. He had already made plans with the Swiss General and his council and was in no state to give information out or join a side in the war. Everything about the war made him so mad. Switzerland grumbled and straightened his uniform. His outfit he currently wore much reflected his actual state of well-being. He wore a half-way torn green military uniform and sloppily held a rifle in his right arm. "I can't deal with this. It's all too much."

"Guten Morgen, Big Bruther!" Liechtenstein entered the main foyer right next to the large silver-trimmed door. She faced Switzerland and tried to smile. "How are you, Big 'Bruder?"

"It's not morning, and.. what the hell are you wearing?" He stood next to her. The small girl was decked out in what seemed to be a typical Sunday dress. She wore a pink sweater followed by a long white skirt that nearly touched her toes. "Change it." Switzerland breathed as he turned away.

"But.. 'vhy?"

"Go wear what I bought you last weekend."

"Yes, if you'd like." She frowned, but obeyed what he said and began to walk up one of the main staircases. A twinge of pain formed in his chest. It was wrong to order around this faithful little country so much, but all the precaution was necessary. One slip-up could end his or her life.

"I just don't want you to look like you're into fashion from northern Europe. If you do, the media could very well think we're secretly taking sides with the Allies." His attempt to explain went un-noticed. "Work's tough. I don't want you think I'm angry with you."

"I completely understand, and I'm sorry." Liechtenstein turned around from atop the seventh stair. On her face was imprinted the look of sympathy. She had become so worried for his safety lately that the worry had scarred itself on her face and perhaps the worry-scar would never come off. Immediately the tone in her voice changed into what sounded like frustration. "I'll go change into something 'dat's a bit more.. neutral."

He placed one of his gloved hands upon the wall he was leaning upon. "Even within this house, we're not safe." Switzerland set down the rifle he was holding against the white-washed wall. The floor echoed the sound of the rifle up into the wooden rafters of the house and back again. Even though it was a typical Swiss mansion and had plenty of rooms, hardly anything filled it. The main foyer emptied out into a large living room with a long slanted roof, exaggerated fireplace, and orange carpeting and the only thing that occupied that room was single patterned couch. The East side of the foyer led to the main kitchen and dining room that held all their usual furnishings, but not anything more. In total there were two kitchens, two dining rooms, three living rooms, six bathrooms, and eight bedrooms, but they seemed as empty as they were when the two countries had moved in. Only two bedrooms out of the whole house were currently in use, one for Switzerland and one for Liechtenstein.

Switzerland let out a long sigh and made his way to one of the large windows in the living room. Ominous clouds had long covered the sky since Monday and they showed no signs of clearing out. Their pale light covered the mansion's grounds with a feeling of dread. The lilies, orchids, daffodils, and edelweiss of the outer garden violently blew in the wind that was beginning to start. A storm was coming and he thought it was better to be prepared than to just sit around and just stare out the window. A quick trip to the kitchen proved useful as Switzerland found matches inside one of the plastic cabinets as well as a few candles. He placed them on the kitchen table just in case of a power out. Next to the candles on the table, was a knife.

Things hadn't been right lately. At least they didn't seem right. Walking around the house at a first glance one wouldn't take notice, but things were different each time. Household objects, though few in number, would always be in different places than they were before. Even if one swore they hadn't set that pile of rope hanging from the refrigerator or left a puddle of soap bubbles at the top of the staircase, with odd consistency things would always end up in strange yet deathly convenient places. Switzerland knew he hadn't put the knife there.

"I 'vaz upstairs and I changed, 'Bruder." Liechtenstein made Switzerland jump. He spun around and formally took notice of her presence in the kitchen. "I apologize." He smiled. "I'm a little jumpy."

"I noticed that you 'vere." Liechtenstein beamed back. "I'm now 'vearing those black and gray clothes 'dat you bought me, and actually they're more comfortable 'dan I remember!" She inched closer. "Vash, 'vhat is it you've got behind your back?" Instead of avoiding the question, he sighed and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs.

"A knife." He grasped the handle and held it up to the cold light coming through the windows. Liechtenstein's eyes grew wide in horror.

"Please tell me it's from your 'vork, Big 'Bruder. Please?" She pleaded.

"If I did, it would be a lie." He said and examined it more closely trying to see if it gave any clues to where it was manufactured "It had to have come from somewhere, it's certainly not mine." He set it back down on the table.

"Oh please don't say such 'tings!" Liechtenstein backed away from the door and covered her ears with her hands. It's really scary!"

"Sorry, I forgot." He got up from his chair and stood next to hers. He bent down and hugged her tightly. "You're a big scaredy cat."

The wind began to howl against the kitchen window. "Listen, you know you're safe. As long as I'm here, you're okay." The last thing Switzerland was worried about was the supply of weapons hidden throughout the house. He knew were every single weapon was and how to fire or jab with it. If there was any danger he knew where to find the nearest hidden tool and use it to his advantage. "So, don't worry, okay?" Liechtenstein nodded.

"Do you want to listen to some music on the radio? How about it?" He asked.

"I'd like 'dat." Liechtenstein grabbed Switzerland's hand and dragged him into the hallway. "You'll come and listen with me 'tough, right?"

"You know I'm going to be busy in my room again tonight." A frown came upon both of their faces. "But, I'll listen with you." He turned around. "Go find a good song if you can get a signal in this weather. I'll be right there." While in the kitchen he grabbed the candles and the matches, and took one last look at the knife.

Sitting in the upstairs living room was pleasant. Switzerland was seated on the thin red floral couch while Liechtenstein was in a very large plaid armchair. The curtains were drawn over the windows so the room's only source of light was the floor lamp in the corner. She practiced her sewing and Switzerland was in the middle of a nap. The radio barely worked, but the empty noise was welcomed by the two because it was more favorable to listen to than the ferocious wind outside.

"Done! I made a really pretty design and I 'tink it's really something! It's wunderbar!" Liechtenstein exclaimed with delight. "Maybe 'vee could frame it?" She then took notice that Switzerland was sleeping. She unfolded her legs and walked over to where he was. She placed the pattern next to him so that he could enjoy it when he woke. A large gust of wind rattled the windows and the lights flickered. In the next instant, they went out completely. Quietly and quickly, Liechtenstein buried her face inside Switzerland's coat. She laid right next to him and held him tightly, but he barely stirred. "I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared." She chattered through her teeth.

BANG.

She thought she heard the sound of a door being slammed, but again, in the next second she doubted she had heard it at all. The imaginary sound echoed in her ears. She tried to extract all other sounds from the sounds of the wind the same way she had extracted egg whites from the yolk earlier that morning. Was it possible that footsteps could be heard from downstairs? Was it possible that the footsteps were coming up the stairs? As thirty seconds dragged on it seemed more and more possible that there were no footsteps at all because Liechtenstein didn't hear any more sounds. "Wake up, 'Bruder." She shook him slightly and placed her hand on his cold cheek. He moved slightly and opened his green eyes. "Liechtenstein, am I blind? His reaction to waking up was actually calm which surprised her. Usually, he woke with a start and was up to inspect his surroundings faster than a bullet. As she held him tightly, she felt sleep fade away from him and his body started to heat up fast. It seemed that he didn't want to get up too soon. "The lights 'vent out." She explained.

"Oh." He didn't move.

"Do 'vee have candles in the kitchen downstairs?" She asked.

"Hmm. I think so, maybe." He said.

"Can't you get them?"

"You really want to be left here alone?"

"No, nevermind."

They stayed still for nearly five minutes before Liechtenstein got restless. "I'm getting up now, and I'm going to move the curtains back. 'Vee need light, I can't see at all." As soon as she was up, she started to move the curtains; she stopped as quickly as she started and left the partly opened. "It's pitch black outside. I see some lights from the village"

"It's strange, I had no idea it was night." Switzerland squinted to see. "Keep them closed." She pulled the curtains shut and stayed put. "Can 'vee lock the door, does it have a lock?" He thought for a moment and then he walked over to the door, holding his hands out in front in case his memory of how the room looked had failed him. He grasped the doorknob and twisted it, but the brass knob shook in his palm.

"It's broke, weird. Come here, Liechtenstein." She too, moved slowly across the dark room until she touched him and grasped his arm. "Nothing to be frightened of, silly girl." He breathed. "We can go stay in my room since there's a lock there. We'll pass by your room so is there anything you need?" She nodded and he felt her head move up and down against his sleeve. "Okay, eis, zwöi, drü." He opened the door.

"Thank God, I can see, I can see!" Switzerland opened his eyes and saw the hallway was illuminated with moonlight. It was eerie in a way, but there was hope now to see the way back to their bed rooms. "Your bedroom is right there." Switzerland shrugged her forward. "You can see it, so you can go."

"No, please. Come 'vith me!" She demanded that he come with. They walked along the creaking floor until they came to her room. "I know I'll be okay inside, so you stay out here for a few minutes and I'll be right out. Then I'll come 'vith you."

"Alright you do that." He let her go into her room and watched her shut her door. At that moment he crept silently back to the living room they had previously been in and moved back to the thin floral couch. Right underneath it, he grabbed the candles and the matches and stuffed them inside a few of his many pockets. He knew he should have lit them a while back, but that would have meant breaking away from Liechtenstein's embrace. He whacked himself over the head slightly, muttered something, and sneaked back. "I can't see anything in here." She had knocked something over in her room because there was a loud crash.

"Do you want me to come in and-"

"No! I've almost found every'ting I need!" She said as she zipped up a bag. "Oh!"

Switzerland stood upright. "Oh, there it is! Never mind, I found it." Her room was a somewhat large room with wooden beams and light blue wallpaper. Even though it was hard to see, the incoming moonlight helped. She had a bag on the floor that she filled with random clothing, a toothbrush, a comb that was tangled up in some of her old hair bows, and a candle she had found on her writing desk. Switzerland impatiently asked if she was doing alright from outside. "Yes." She flung the bag over her shoulder and was about to open the door when she noticed something glistening on her bed. It was as if the moon had intentionally lit it up so that she could see it. In the center of her bed on top of the cushions, was a small black gun and she knew she hadn't set it there.