"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER YOU BASTERD!?" Switzerland screamed at Prussia. Switzerland had put a crying Lichtenstein behind him protectively and pointed a shotgun at the Prussian. The bright red handprint on the side of her face had only stung at first, but now it burned like fire. Lichtenstein had never been exposed to anything harmful before, much less have been slapped so hard she flew back a few feet. "Oh I do dare. And I'll dare again. That little bitch knows nothing about the world around her, and I think it's about time that the both of you had a reality check." The albino sneered, his left hand tingling from the force of impact. Switzerland's eyes blazed with furry and unspeakable rage. "Lichtenstein," he spoke softly, gently even, despite the Russia-rivaling purple-black aura coming off him. "Close your eyes and cover your ears, and don't open them until I tap your arm three times."
She did as she was told.
The last thing she saw was her big brother Switzerland take aim at the retreating back of the fleeing Prussia.
The last thing she heard was her big brother Switzerland scream: "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS SO GET READY YOU LITTLE FUCK, BECAUSE I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
Then all was dark. All was quiet. The only thing the little girl was aware of was the burning sensation on her face and the tears streaming down that were hotter still. It seemed like she had been there forever before she felt something else. tap, tap, tap. On the side of her arm. She looked up and immediately she was in the air again. But this time it was not pain, no. This time she was being lifted as is she was the most delicate, fragile china doll in the world and she might break if not held just right. She flung her arms around his neck and cried her eyes out. Switzerland just stood there holding her until her breathing evened out and she had fallen asleep.
He glanced at his shotgun, the end of it stained black and still very hot. He glared in the direction in which a now dead albino man lay bleeding in the grass. His little brother laying next to him holding his deceased sibling in his arms, blood staining his uniform, tears staining his face. Germany would declare war as soon as he could now, but all the Swiss could think about was his little sister. He slung his gunstrap over his shoulder, picked up the little girl bridal style and carried her home, gently tucking her into bed and kissed her forehead softly. He was just at the door when he turned back and looked at her, smiling just a tiny bit.
He whispered something, then left the room to make plans for the war that was sure to come.
Lichtenstein smiled in her sleep and snuggled her teady bear. In her dreams she had heard her big brother's voice on the wind, no more than a whisper.
"I will always protect you."