Thoughts are in Italics. Enjoy!
"Guten abend, Brother," Liech said as she stirred the pot of stew.
Switzerland smiled slightly at his sister. "What did you do today?" he asked as he started setting the table.
"I cleaned the front room and read a bit of a book I recently started. Oh! And Italy helped me make dinner!"
"What?!" Switzerland exclaimed. He didn't like the Italian. And made no secret of it either.
Liech blushed. "He forgot his pants again, and it was raining so I gave him some of your hand-me-downs that I was going to hem up. And then he helped me make the stew." She took the ladle and poured a bowl for her Brother and herself.
Switzerland took a bowl. I suppose I should be happy she has someone to talk to but why Italy?! They ate in silence.
At the end of the meal, Liech started clearing the table. "Remember Hungary's coming for dinner tomorrow," she said. Switzerland began helping with drying the dishes and putting them away.
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Italy continued on his path to Germany's. Nightmares again. Though, after helping Liech, he didn't remember them quite so clearly.
"Doitsu! I had a bad dream!"
Germany sighed. "What was it this time?"
"I don't remember! I just know that it was scary," The Italian replied.
That shocked Germany slightly. He always remembered his nightmares… "What made you forget?"
"I think it's because I ran into Liechtenstein. I helped her cook dinner too!" Germany just stared at the Italian. Did he have no sense of self preservation at all?
"I dear hope for your sake that she doesn't tell Switzerland that you came by. Or you may have several more bullet wounds," the German said.
Italy tensed at that. "I was just being friendly, ve!"
"Not with Switzerland's sister. That's a bad idea. If you flirt with Liech, he will shoot you. If he even thinks that you might have flirted with her, he will shoot you. He's very protective of his sister."
Italy nodded. He didn't want to be shot…
Short chapter! Sorry if Germany's not very Germanyish. R & R!