A/N:This has been sitting on me for a while, just a short one-shot of my third favorite pairing, Liechtenstein and Russia. This is my first fanfiction, and please bear with me, I don't have a beta reader. I don't think this is crack, I believe Liechtenstein helped the Russian soldiers or something like that.
Russia's light sand colored hair rustled as the sweet warm air passed through the open window. It was autumn in Madrid, Spain. He loved the architecture of this warm country, the aura of happiness, the happy people. It was almost the opposite of his capital, Moscow. It always seemed gray, snowy, and cloudy. His people had a depressed, dark feeling. Moscow's architecture was beautiful, none the less. The Red Square, the Kremlin, and all of his libraries, art museums, and theaters. He smiled faintly to himself, despite the sad feeling in his chest. It seemed that Russia could just sit and think for hours. It was so captivating, being lost in your own thoughts, oblivious to the others around you. That was what he was doing right now, daydreaming in the middle of the loud and fruitless world conferences. They were fruitless. There was no point in having them if all they did was fight and yell. The only time they listened to one another was if their opinion was stated, or agreed to. Russia tried telling them his ideas, but of course, stupid America had to interrupt him. Then he would go into his poorly illustrated presentation, with unrealistic ideas. Russia frowned, interrupting the smile he had on. He shouldn't be thinking such negative thoughts, his boss sent him here to make good. Not cause trouble. To stop his negative thinking, Russia averted his amethyst eyes towards the window, and gazed upon a plot of astonishingly vivid poppies. They were bright red with black insides. The way they swayed innocently as the gentle autumn wind wafted past brought him happiness again. After looking at the flowers and few striped bees, he chuckled and opened his book. It was called Pretendent Na Prestol or Pretender in the Throne. He loved to read, he usually did during meetings, as everything else was ungodly boring. He started to read his book, and was so absorbed in it; he failed to observe a petite little girl pull up a chair across from him.
"Mr. Russia may I sit by you?" she asked him in a shy voice. She awoke him from his reading, and was startled.
"Uh, yes you may, h-hello Ms…?" he said, embarrassed that someone so small had frightened him.
"Oh my, I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself! I am Liechtenstein." Liechtenstein quietly said with a massive blush. She turned her head down so he couldn't see her red as a beet face.
"Ah…Liechtenstein. Such a pretty name, very Germanic" Russia said with some thought. Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein…he liked to say it in his mind, the pronunciation was appealing.
Liechtenstein interrupted his absentmindness with a question. "So, what are you reading Mr. Russia?" She motioned to his book.
"Pretendent Na Prestol, or the Pretender in the Throne." He answered with a smile. A genuine smile, not the fake ones he put on everyday.
"Kind of reminds me of America." she muttered, barely audible.
""Hmm…? Does Miss Liechtenstein have a grudge against The Hero?" Russia responded sweetly.
"Oh dear, sorry you heard that, it is just I am older, country wise, than America…but he treats me like a child. I am insulted by him, but, at least he acknowledges me. I like Canada much better, though. He is more reserved and polite…" Liechtenstein answered, her blush growing larger and more vivid. It reminded him of the poppies, beautiful poppies.
"Ah…I see." Russia happily chuckled.
"So, Mr. Russia, your book. Is it in your language? I noticed the cover in Cyrillic." she timidly stated.
"Yes it is. You are quite studious for noticing that. Do you like to read, Miss Liechtenstein?" he answered he happily.
She blushed at the compliment. "I do. It helps pass the time, since Switzy doesn't really let me out on my own."
She blushes a lot, Russia thought. He adjusted himself in the chair (his butt had fallen asleep) and reached about his satchel. He opened the flap and pulled out the five books he left in his bag.
"Miss Liechtenstein, someone as smart as yourself would like some good Russian literature! I have in English: War and Peace, Anna Karenina, Heart of a Dog, the Cherry Orchard, and Lolita. Would you like to read one?"
The petite nation was surprised at the amount of books the tall man had in his bag, and quickly nodded. She wiggled a little in her seat to get comfortable. As her head lifted a little more, Russia realized how amazing her eyes were. They were as sparkly as a pair of dark green emeralds, shined and polished. Her hair was fine and much like Switzerland's. It shone in the afternoon sun, making it golden. Liechtenstein's skin was as flawless as porcelain.
"I don't mean to pester you, Mr. Russia, but may you please give me a short summary of each one? All of them seem to be wonderful!" she said softly.
"You aren't pestering me at all! I love company of others."
"Really? You always seemed to like being away from the other nations."
"I guess at times I do like to be alone, it is time to think. Easier to think away from the noise."
"O-oh. I am not bothering your thinking, am I?"
"Haha, of course not! You are so much quieter and polite than the others. You're good company." Russia smiled broadly. He loved to actually smile happily, not pretending.
"Thank you, Mr. Russia. So were you going to tell me the summaries?" she softly said, with more blushes. Her voice, Russia thought, was like bells twinkling.
"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me, Studious Liechtenstein," he lightly chuckled," War and Peace is a book that takes place during the Napoleanic wars, when France invaded Russia. In a way, it is like a history books, full of balls and soirees, Princes and Princesses and higher class Russians at the time. Very good book."
Liechtenstein noticed how serious he was, yet happy.
"This book," he held up Anna Karenina," is about a rebellious girl named Anna who renounces her arranged and stuffy marriage for an affair with someone she truly loves."
"Heart of Dog has to be one of my favorites, it is about a rich, successful man who is strongly envied by his neighbors. He befriends a stray dog, and…um…mixes it with a corpse. Um…maybe you shouldn't read this one, not for young women as yourself." Russia said in embarrassment. It was so weird talking to a lady.
"The Cherry Orchard is way more lady orientated. It is about a family who struggles with debt, and are urged to cut down their beautiful cherry orchard, to sell the land for rich families to build cottages on. There is a play made on it, as well. Marvelous work."
"Lastly, is Lolita."
"I heard Japan talking about 'lolita' style before, oh my, sorry for interupting you, please continue…"
"Ah yes, I believe Japan does have a dressing style called lolita. This book is more about a young lady, though. It is very sad, if you do read it. The main character is a man, who is past his prime if you know what I mean, who falls in love with a young girl, but their love cannot be. I loved this book, it conveyed the madness of love…but I think it supported pedophilia…anywho."
Liechtenstein was so joyous with all of these amazing books to choose from! At her house, all Switzy had was gun manuals and history books…so unsatisfying.
"…uh…um…hmm…how about, no…." She just couldn't decide!
"I have an idea, how about I let you take all of them, except Heart of Dog-I will not taint your mind, and you can return them next world conference, and sit by me again!" Russia's smile full of bliss, and his amethyst eyes twinkled.
"R-really? I would love that! Thank you! Thank you!" the dainty Liechtenstein said with blithe.
"Liechtenstein! Where are you?" they heard Switzerland yell. Sadly, the meeting had ended.
"Oh my, I must go home now, but I shall see you next conference in two weeks!" she chimed, then shocked Russia completely by hugging him lightly. She quickly scurried off, leaving the altitudinous man paralyzed in aghast.
"M-Mr. Russia? I-it is t-time to go." said Latvia as the Baltics walked up to him.
"Oh. Okay." he replied, still in shock and packed up his coat and bag.
He had longer gaits then the Baltic Three, so they were a few yards behind.
"Why did Russia look so flustered?" wondered Estonia.
"I don't know, none of our business. Probably thinking of his war days or something." answered Lithuania. The other two nodded at that, and swiftly walked toward the alpine man.
