Yep I did, I went and created another story even though I'm in the middle of two perfectly good ones but I could't help it! This was stuck in my head for a while now...Anyways, Enjoy~!

One fine day on the Swiss territory, the personification, Switzerland went out to judge the anual cheese festival. It was like England's tea festival or France's truffle one. THe winner would recieve a large grant and a warrant from the government. Only this time, Switzerland had brought his little sister along with him.

Lichtenstein had came along to to try her hand at yodeling. had been practicing earnestly for a while now in secret and wantied to suprise her brother. Though a bit shy, she could actaully pull of the notes flawlessly. Needless to say this was a day of exitement.

It was two boys that caught Switerland's eyes though. They seemed to be gourging them selves in wine. But not only did they seem under-aged, they looked quite familiar. As much as he loved going trigger-happy, he couldn't just shoot his people openly. But when he tried to get close to them the seemingly dissapeared. Vanished. He made a mental note to keep a look out for them.

Finally with the cheese crowning down and the victor boasting a warrant, it was time for the yodeling competetion. Lichtenstien was a bit nervous but she had to do this for her brother, it was the least she could do.

When she got on stage, her eyes were on her brother. He looked shocked but a rare faint smile. Played upon his lips. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"Waaaaiiiiit!" was the only word the crowd could hear. They were confused, did sweet little Lili say those hoarse words? But even Lichtenstien was confused herself. She didn't think she said that but did she? The timimg couldn't have been more prefect if she didn't.

Turns out, she didn't. The two boys-obviously drunk-that Switzerland noticed earlier walked up on staged. Also he recognized them to be the personification of Iceland and HongKong. One of them got down to one knee. It was Iceland.

"H-heeeyyy...You're prreeeettyyyy, will you-hic-go out with-hic-me." asked the drunk boy.

"NooOooOoo," wailed the other one "You can't go out with me-hic-I mean him, you-hic-have to go out with meeee." He trailed off before collapsing on the ground near Lichtenstien's feet. Froth trailed out off his mouth and his eyes were glazed over. The other joined him, laughing like an idiot.

The sound of a gun being ready filled the air as Switzerland took aim and fired. Lichtenstien, feeling guilty, grabbed some of the cheeses from the cheese baskets that lined the stage and used it to sheild the boys till Switzerland ran out of ammo. And let me till you he had a lot of ammo. In fact he kept reloading and reloading like there was now tomorrow, totally lost in the moment. Forgetting how much ammo cost. Good thing the bullets were home-made wood ones. Goodness how much money that would've been!

And the cheese? Well, it was filled with tons of bullet holes that the cheese police could only classify as some sick twisted demented person with a burning hate for cheese.

And thats how Swiss cheese was invented!

Well I hoped you liked it~! And I'm always open for suggestions so ask away~! Plz do I get lonely ._. ...So yeah. Till then, See yeah~!