Tea: Wow, talk about a turn around. I didn't expect this many favorites/follows to this fanfiction, I know it's not much but it's still a lot for this pairing since it's not popular, and I sincerely thank all of you for the support! And to Awesome Wallflower for their kind review, I am glad that the pairing has started to grow on you. It used to not be my OTP. In fact, I hated it and thought that it was ridiculous when I first entered the Hetalia fandom, but over the past couple of years I've completely fallen in love with PruLiech. And, as a guy I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's so adorable and so super fluffy! Anyway, please review if you read and hope you enjoy!

Liechtenstein yawned blearily, trudging with bare feet across the cool tile of Switzerland's freshly swept kitchen. It was practically noon, but still a twinge of drowsiness continued to throb in the back of her eyes, leaving her petite body heavy with fatigue. It hadn't taken long to return from Austria, but such a trip always left Liechtenstein weary. She stretched her arms wide and blinked the sleep from her eyes. Switzerland was awake and fully dressed, casually but crisp, in a long white work shirt and pressed dark brown trousers cinched with a black belt and silver buckle. His feet too were bare, a rare sight, as he scrubbed lightly at all of the extensive kitchen's long granite countertops with a damp rag.

Liechtenstein came up behind him and hugged him softly around the waist, feeling him stiffen a bit at the surprise. "Good morning." She mumbled drowsily.

Switzerland stopped cleaning and examined her over his shoulder. "I wouldn't call it morning, it's almost noon." He replied. "Did you sleep well?"

Liechtenstein buried her face in his warm back and nodded, not letting go like Switzerland had hoped she would. "M-hm. I'm still tired though."

Switzerland resumed his duties, despite the clinginess of his sister. "Get something to eat and go lay down again." He suggested. "We don't have anything to do today, so I wouldn't mind."

Liechtenstein let go and watched her brother meticulously scrub away at the flat surface, making sure that no angle was left unattended to. He didn't have anything to do today? That was peculiar enough in itself. Even on Switzerland's days off he would take up cleaning or sorting bills and receipts into their respective file folders. He must have already done all of it, leaving only the kitchen to tend to due to the constant dirtying of its surfaces.

Liechtenstein pushed herself up on her tip-toes and stretched her fingertips across the counter to one of the two wooden bread boxes, flipping up the cover and withdrawing a piece of Bürli* before taking a small nibble from the end.

"Do you want any margarine?" Switzerland asked, glancing over at her.

Liechtenstein shook her head. "No, I'm alright. Thank you."

She moved across the kitchen, crossing to the large door leading outside to the extensive hand build deck. A soft breeze flooded lightly across the Swiss countryside, a flock of birds riding its gentle coattails with black wings spread open and un-flapping. In the distance, a dog howled out, sparking the movement of chattering pups all throughout the rolling countryside. Liechtenstein took a deep breath and leisurely closed her eyes, leaning against the railing of the deck as she took another bite of bread. The air was crisp and clear, tinged with the fragrant smell of the sweet mountain draft. She swallowed and sighed to herself, opening her eyes once more. A small brown bird with a squat body had landed on the wood, pecking innocently at the bread crumbs she had dropped around her feet. Liechtenstein giggled and pulled a good sized crumb from her bread and, careful not to scare away the bird, slowly dropped to her knees. She held out her hand to the tiny animal, motioning it to take the little morsel from her thin fingers with a smile. The bird hesitated, but gradually hopped forward on skinny legs, stopping with a soft peep before snatching the offered sustenance and flying swiftly away. Liechtenstein stood up and watched it go, riding the wind far off over the neighboring summer home towards the mountains. She loved birds. They were simple in their motives and could go anywhere they wanted, souring off into the balmy daylight or the cool caress of the moon without having to worry whether or not anyone would disapprove. They could merely be who they wanted to be without a care in the world. Liechtenstein blinked as memories of the previous day flooded back over her mind. Prussia liked birds too, it seemed. Not many people or countries held that love; in fact many found birds to be a nuisance due to their sometimes shrill songs. Liechtenstein didn't think this way, however. The songs were like the human voice, some sweet, some rough, some loud. It gave them character and defined their personalities. She turned back to the countryside, finishing of the piece of bread with a few quick bites. She wondered if Prussia thought the same way about the beautiful voices of birds. Did he have a favorite maybe?

"Here," Switzerland startled Liechtenstein from behind, handing her one of two small cups of tea, "I made some tea this morning and it's still hot."

Liechtenstein smiled and took the delicate cup. "Thank you."

She took a sip of the warm liquid, but immediately felt her stomach drop. She had completely neglected to remember Prussia's request! She swallowed hard and with great difficulty, glancing over at Switzerland who had rested his elbows on the deck's railing as he admired the afternoon view. He had mentioned that he wasn't busy at the moment, but Liechtenstein knew in the back of her mind that Switzerland would want a reason as to why she needed to learn how to make chocolate. As she thought through the situation, she became more and more apprehensive of the result. Even if he did agree to teach her, she had agreed to go to Germany for Prussia's drawing lessons, something that Switzerland would come with her to attend personally. He loathed Prussia. Switzerland saw him as a bad influence and a potential marauder, due to his past reputation of stealing when invited into someone else's home. Liechtenstein didn't trust him much herself, but Germany was going to be in the house and if Prussia pulled anything suspicious she was sure that Germany would put an end to it. But how would she get there without Switzerland coming with her? She couldn't just say she was going to learn how to draw…

"B-Big brother?" She started cautiously, taking another tense sip of her tea.

Switzerland continued to scan the landscape, steaming cup clutched evenly between his palms. "What is it?" He replied calmly, reaching up and brushing his golden hair from his face as a succinct gust flooded the dell.

Liechtenstein felt her heart escalate as she struggled not to look conspicuous, holding her facial expression as blank as possible out of fear that she appeared edgy. If she blew this now, her chances of the plan ever working were going to slip away from her. And if that happened, she would defiantly loose a fair portion of Switzerland's trust that she still partially relied on and Prussia's. Not that she so much minded losing his when she had only just started talking to him, but he was her only way of reprieve from her stuffy lifestyle.

"You're not busy today, so could you teach me how to make…"

Switzerland raised an eyebrow. "Make what? If it's about tax sheets I can show you again." He suggested.

Liechtenstein shook her head. "N-No, I was wondering if you could teach me how to make chocolate. The good kind that you sell in your country." She asked, quiet as a mouse.

Switzerland blinked in confusion. "Why do you need to know that?"

Liechtenstein's shoulders slumped in discontent. She knew that he was going to ask that. Hurriedly, she ran through the situation in her head, looking for every possible way to fool her brother. She thought fast, her mind moving a mile a minute until she came to something that peaked her interest. It was outlandish, ridiculous, and had a high possibility of failing, but it was the only thing she could think of.

"Well, do you remember how the next world meeting is going to be in Mr. Germany's house?" She piped up finally.

Switzerland nodded. "I remember. What does that have to do with chocolate?"

Liechtenstein leaned forward, slowly gaining confidence as her brother listened carefully. "He wanted everyone to have something nice to eat, to make his long lectures look less scary, so he asked me if I could help him make chocolate. I have to go over to his home in a few days to show him how." She smiled to herself, satisfied of her lie.

Switzerland, on the other hand, had drawn a frown across his face. "I had just been talking to Germany yesterday about the World Meeting, and he didn't mention this to me at all." He narrowed his eyes. "That country is keeping more and more from me, I feel it. But why did he ask you in my place?"

Liechtenstein blinked, the question throwing her off of her guard. "W-Why?" She repeated in a stutter.

"Yes, why. He could have asked me since it is my recipe."

"W-Well…" Liechtenstein looked around for inspiration, glancing inside at the fat stack of bills that had been sitting on the kitchen table for a few days. "Because he knew how busy you were, and didn't want to bother you." She pointed out, getting herself back on track. "I don't have a lot to do, so I told him that I would go in your place. And I can stay there for a week until the meeting and come home with you. Mr. Germany said he wouldn't mind."

Switzerland set his china on the railing and crossed his arms. "Hm. Maybe I should come with you. That way I can make it without sending you through the trouble. I'll call Germany and ask." He grabbed his cup once more and turned to head off towards the doorway leading inside.

Liechtenstein gasped and jumped swiftly in front of the doorway, nearly tripping and falling flat on her face, blocking Switzerland from entering. He blinked and stared at her a moment in disorientation, eyes wide and completely still. Liechtenstein hurriedly straitened herself up, smoothing the ruffles in her nightgown at a fast pace with her fingertips.

"No, I can go!" Liechtenstein she cried, a little too forcefully for her own good. "I'll be fine don't worry!"

Switzerland swallowed and brushed past her, still eyeing her closely with suspicion. He moved slowly to one of the of the counters and set his tea down gently, the china hitting the granite with a soft chink.

"If," he began, "You want to go this badly, then I can't say no. But the moment something happens, call me and I'll be there."

Liechtenstein squealed with delight. "Great! I promise I'll call you everyday to show you that I'm alright, and I'll come home with you after the meeting." She rambled on. "A-And, I will be very respectful to Mr. Germany, because you say that respect is very good to have in a political relationship."

Switzerland held up hand to silence her constant talking. "Remember to stay away from Prussia." He stated firmly. "You know that I don't trust him. He's a deviant, and he's good at taking advantage of people, especially girls."

Liechtenstein's smile melted away and a she felt a deep, weighty, pressure bear down on her small chest. It was potent and made her want to curl up in a tight ball and allow every pent up frustration to pour from her mouth in one piercing scream to the heavens. If only Switzerland would trust her a bit more...She blinked a couple of times, forcing her disappointment back down her throat and brought her hands together in front of her, intertwining her petite fingers in a reverential manner. She nodded.

Switzerland scoured her face. "Promise me." He pointed in her direction, waiting for her to repeat his words and put him at ease. "Promise me you'll only affiliate yourself with Germany."

With a tiny nod, Liechtenstein looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes to herself to amuse herself. "I promise."

Switzerland took a deep breath and paused, before motioning her over. "Then come over here and I'll teach you how to make chocolate."

Berlin, Germany. 6:45 p.m.

Prussia ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the globe, spinning it again with a smile as the image of several countries whizzed by. Germany glanced over at him from where he sat at the table, glasses perched smartly on his nose as he looked over various papers and documents laid out in neat piles before him.

"What are you doing?" He asked flatly, watching his older brother with a uniform expression.

Prussia looked up from behind the large rustic sphere. "What?"

Germany pointed to the sculpture of the world. "Why are you playing with that?" He elaborated. "Put it away and help me. We have a lot to do before we host the world meeting."

"You mean, you have a lot to do before the world meeting." He rolled his eyes. "Why do I have to help when it's your country?"

A protracted frown etched itself into Germany's long face. "Because I feed you and give you shelter. If you want to live here then you need to do your part."

Prussia blew off the comment with a flippant wave of the hand. He pulled the globe into his lap and crossed his arms over it, burying his face lazily into his sleeves. "I'm your bruder, you wouldn't kick me out." He chuckled a bit, his voice muffled by the fabric of his long shirt.

Germany sighed. Prussia was right; he cared about him too much to get rid of him. On top of that, it was nice having a family member around for comfort, even if that family member was as intolerable as Prussia was sometimes.

"At least sort out the papers for everyone attending." He asked, pushing a fat stack of papers across the wood to where Prussia sat. "They need to be alphabetized by the attendee's political name."

Prussia groaned and looked up, puffing out his cheeks. "Fi-ne!" He moaned, finally complying. "You said political name, right?"

Germany nodded and resumed his work, flipping through various charts showing seating arrangement and placement of the room. Prussia watched him with closely, enthralled with the stern, tired look of his face. How could he have raised such a stingy person? Germany was a complete 180 from his own personality, very unyielding and matter of fact about life's fine points, though Prussia had to admit, there was something to be said for his brother's perfectionism. It was one of the only qualities that he openly shared with his younger sibling. The two often clashed on different views, due to their equally meticulous natures. He sighed and looked down, resting his chin on the globe as he began the tedious job of alphabetizing. It was mind-numbing, and a job he often got stuck doing. He frowned and looked back up at Germany.

"Hey, West?"

Germany sighed stridently, slamming his papers down resolutely on the desk. "What now?" He growled in frustration.

Prussia swallowed. "Does America go in the first group, since his name technically starts with an 'A'?" he asked.

Germany rubbed at his temples and instinctively straitened his glasses, though they didn't need to be. "No. His full name is 'The United States of America.'" He explained. "He goes with the group that starts with the 'T.'"

Prussia nodded quickly and looked back to the papers. He continued to thumb through the rest of the names, stopping to snicker in disgust at Austria's attendance form. Austria didn't need bother to even show up anymore since he wasn't a key player in the world's economy, at least not in Prussia's eyes. He pulled Albania and Afghanistan from the stack, adding America to the bunch anyway. All that the country had written at the top was the name 'America,' so why did he have to be classified into a different group? It didn't make much sense to Prussia, and he assumed that it wouldn't make sense to anyone else but his brother anyway so why abide by such a silly rule? Plus, America always liked to be called out in the first group, so Prussia was doing him a favor in feeding his massive ocean of self pride.

Near the bottom of the stack there were several smaller countries; Lebanon, Cyprus, the Seychelles and…Prussia blinked and tugged Liechtenstein's surprisingly full file from the group. He checked over the photo that had been paper-clipped securely to her background information on the front. She had peculiarly large bottle green eyes for such a petite face, but somehow they still managed to pay a reasonable tribute to her features. However, they were profoundly deep, like two pools flooded with a mix of complex emotions and sprinkled over with an air of mystery. The kind of mystery that showed she was indeed innocent like the world thought, but had a Machiavellian side to her charming and amorous mirage of a spirit. Her smile was tiny and hardly noticeable but unexpectedly affectionate, a small mark drawn under her button like nose. Prussia squinted at the photo. He couldn't tell if her blush was artificially painted on with a peachy rouge or if her round face had naturally be airbrushed soft pink upon her existence. Either way, it was realistic and believable. Slightly intriguing, really.

Prussia slowly shifted his vision up, careful not to alert Germany to his movements, before cautiously slipping Liechtenstein's file from the table down into his lap, positioning it bit by bit beneath the cold brass base of the globe. After hurriedly, but neatly, organizing the rest of the papers into their respective order he gave a huge stretch followed by a spacious yawn.

"I'm going to go read in my room." He yawned to his brother, standing up and circumspectly concealing the file behind the globe and bending over it conspicuously.

Germany looked up and raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh as Prussia struggled to inch out of the room in his awkward position. "Bruder, why are you walking like that?" He chuckled softly, peering around his sibling when Prussia turned his back to him.

Prussia stiffened and continued moving clumsily towards the doorway out of the room. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Germany looked him over in amusement. "I'm talking about the way you're bent over like that."

"Oh. That…" Prussia looked to the side. "Don't tell anyone but I saw that picture of Hungary on her file," he lied without falter, "and you know how I get around her."

Germany covered his face, embarrassed even though no one else was in the room. "You need to learn how to conceal it better when that happens." He replied uncomfortably, trying not to look over at his brother. "If this happens in public, everyone would know what was happening and you will never hear the end of it."

"Yeah, yeah." Prussia replied hastily. "Sorry I can't magically will my boner away. I'll figure out how to fix it later but now I gotta go."

He slipped out of the room, straitening back up and cursing under his breath when he nearly let the file spill to the floor.

"If you're going to go do it, throw your sheets in the laundry this time!" Germany ordered from the kitchen.

Prussia hurried off down the hallway, proud that he had once again fooled his younger brother. He was so gullible and easy to con. He brushed past several house maids, each gossiping about Germany's personal butler and his new short haircut. Prussia turned the corner and stopped at a dark burnished timber door, forcing the tight close open and striding into the dark room. He flipped the light on with a single flick of the finger and shut the door back quietly behind him. For the most part, his room was spacious and tidy, with the exception of a few causal shirts tossed here and there in bizarre places. The surface of his long work desk was scattered with pens and charcoal drawing pencils, while various drawings were pinned to the wall all above the surface. The doors to his tall wardrobe hung open, revealing many neatly pressed outfits and uniforms hung precisely on their respective hangers and organized thoroughly by color. A large, tattered, Prussian battle flag that he had saved over the years was tacked carefully above his worn headboard.

Prussia moved across the room and replaced the globe back into its rightful place on his desk before running and jumping on his freshly made bed, nearly landing himself on the thick current diary he continued to scribe. He quickly pushed the diary back into his pillowcase before sitting up cross-legged on the blankets. He laid the file out before him and carefully removed Liechtenstein's picture from the front, looking her over once more and setting it delicately aside. He wanted to know more about the country that had taken such awareness in his artistic ability. No one had ever before, not even Old Fritz, so what made her so inclined to pipe up?

Prussia flipped open the manila file and sifted, paying careful attention to every sheet, through the files. Everything was there; political records, military history, and her current list of trading partners. It seemed that she had a very close relation with Switzerland and Austria both as well as to the entire European Union, but the country seemed to be in a bit of distress economically due to the heightening of tax evasion amongst its people. From her track record, she had been described as a 'quiet and inattentive character that was prone to nodding off in meetings or being unmindful of the information provided at such events, weather intentional or non.' Prussia smiled a bit and shook his head. He didn't blame her; those things got really monotonous. All everyone ever did was clash and whine during the world meetings, so it wasn't like the circumstances were new to anyone.

Prussia scattered the papers out, and immediately honed in on Liechtenstein's personal interests and personality used to help other countries understand how debate and converse with her while in her country. This was what he was looking for. He snatched up the report and laid back on the pillow, holding the paper up in front of him as he began to read.

-Maiden Name: Lili Elize Vogel
-Alternate Name: Lili Elize Zwingli
-Political Name: Principality of Liechtenstein
-Political System: Constitutional Monarchy

Prussia paused from reading and frowned. He didn't believe that he had ever known Liechtenstein's real name. He blinked. Did she even know his? He couldn't remember ever telling her, since the two never really talked. After a moment, he shrugged to himself and kept on.

-Personality/Things to watch out for when visiting the country of Liechtenstein: Very inattentive and flighty. Has a tendency to be drawn to specific things and specific ways of honest or kind conversation. When engaging in conversation do not take her evasion of eye contact as a sign of disrespect, it is merely a comfort motion used to avoid the escalation of nerves. Has the propensity to be drawn to persons with artistic or musical ability, both of which she finds highly fascinating and enticing. Overall she is very political and economically savvy, with a kind heart for all persons, once she allows herself to open up, but is wary about forming alliance or foreign relations with anyone not known personally.

When engaging in the culture or air of the country, take into account that Liechtenstein is a soft Romantic, and is highly persuasive and talkative about her own culture. When in country, one should be polite about her habits. These include the need for human interaction, unintentional clinginess, and friendly disposition and blunt honesty towards political subjects. As long as one continues to return the kindness, Liechtenstein should prove to be a valuable economic and ally in friendship.

"Damn it, that's all?" Prussia mumbled, sitting up and flipping the paper over, hoping that there would be more about her likes and dislikes.

Suddenly he froze and let his eyes trail back down to the small portrait of the blonde girl. Prussia felt his jaw lock as his heart escalated to a fixed thump, like a child rapping tenderly on a snare, bringing on that memorable queasy feeling that he had felt for a long time around Hungary in his early years. He wasn't sure what the reaction was, and never had been for that matter, but all he knew was that it made him sweaty and uncomfortable and that he hated it with a passion. Why did he care so much about Liechtenstein all of a sudden? She was a nobody, the girl that no one knew, the insignificant scrap of land smashed between two countries that he had long since fought with. There was nothing special about her in any way…At least that's what he had to keep reminding himself. Yeah, nothing about Liechtenstein intrigued him at all. Prussia tossed the paper carelessly to the side and rolled over, crossing his arms behind his neck and messing up his snowy hair. He laughed to himself as he stared at the ceiling, trying to shake off the heavy, sickening, knot that had formed in his stomach. He yawned silently and leisurely closed his eyes. He couldn't let Liechtenstein steal his gaze just because she was the first person to notice and take a liking, at least he thought she had, to him besides his brother in a while. She was only the girl who wanted to draw her life away, and she would be gone as soon as she had fluttered by. Everyone Prussia knew had always come to him, taken what they needed and then left him the same way. It was customary for a person to be left behind as long as the other progressed forwards. He scrunched up his face and rolled back onto his side, unable to stay at ease. But Liechtenstein was different somehow. She made his heart beat up into his throat, and his mind fog in a nauseating mix of confusion and intrigue, leaving him sick to his stomach. Liechtenstein was mounting a psychic assault on his conscious as she danced gracefully through his every thought and, no matter how hard Prussia tried to push her back, she refused to wipe the petite, affectionate, smile from her round porcelain face.

Tea: Alright, slow chapter….Slow chapter indeed…But Prussia has sort of put himself in an early stage of denial and it seems that he himself doesn't even know what denial is, yet. I promise things will pick up. Either way, I hope you enjoyed what I put together, and please review if you read! Thanks!