"BIG BROTHER!" Liechtenstein rushed down the stairs and knelt next to the unconscious Switzerland and struggled to lift him. But she gasped when she saw how much blood had stained the floor. Her eyes trembled and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. "BIG BROTHER!" she cried, pulling his head close to her chest and holding him in her arms.
Switzerland awoke late the next morning in his room with a splitting headache. His forehead where he had hit it against the wall had a bandage on it. He blinked and tried to sit up, but he was forced to lay back down when a sharp pain reminded him he had been stabbed the previous night. He gasped and felt the wound. He then realized he had been wrapped around in bandages. The small hand towel that was on his forehead before he woke up had fallen and needed to be changed. He sighed, and closed his eyes, again. Every breath he attempted was like he was being stabbed again. He wondered who had attempted to administer to his wounds. It was very basic, but Switzerland was sure whoever did it wasn't trained all that well. He would have to deal until he could do it himself.
Liechtenstein walked in with some fresh water in a basin and seemed a little surprised that he was awake. "Oh," she smiled. "You're avake now?"
"So it seems," he groaned. He tried to ignore the pain and stay strong while she was here.
She took the small hand towel; placing it in the basin, soaking it in the water, and twisted it, draining the excess water. She folded it and put it back on Switzerland's forehead. Liechtenstein sat in the chair that had been placed next to his bedside. "Would you like some chocolate, Brother?"
Switzerland smiled, "you brought chocolate…" but then his smile faded, "how much was it?"
"I-"
"Lilli?" he asked. "Did you see him?"
Liechtenstein seemed confused. "Who, Big Brother? I only saw that you vere hurt!"
Switzerland wasn't sure if he was thankful or worried that she didn't see that strange man. He warned him of something…but Switzerland's head was overwhelmed with pain, and he couldn't remember. Just that it had something to do about a war…
"Vhat do I do, Big Brother?!" Liechtenstein cried, as fresh tears streamed down her face.
Switzerland inhaled and exhaled deeply. He turned his head to look at her, and wiped her tears, then grasped her hand. "...Keep calm...and pull the trigger..."
"But-!"
Switzerland had already fallen asleep...
Liechtenstein stood up and wiped her tears, slanting her eyebrows. "This is var!" she declared, as she rushed to his drawer and pulled out a Smith and Wesson and loaded it, slamming the pack inside the gun...
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