[Conny]: I'm so sorry for not updating! I feel like a complete idiot for ditching you readers like this! I promise, I really will try to work on this more. I've been rather distracted and that's my own fault, so forgive me and read?

Prussia and Liechtenstein

It didn't take a whole lot of time to reach the Swiss Alps. Germany and Italy were extraordinarily cautious in this territory, just knowing something was bound to happen. There would be no way that the neutral country would just leave his home unprotected. Italy vividly remembered the last time he crossed this lawn. Even though he was trying to get to his friend's home—completely nude—he was shot at! Who does that to someone?

"Germany, I don't like it here." They just arrived to the newly built boundary around the property of Switzerland's home, as Italy said that. The walls were as tall as the Berlin Wall, but a lot thicker and definitely as scary as the cement of the past. Cameras surveyed the area, and the sound of guard dogs taking naps were evident. This couldn't get any more horrifying.

"It's okay, Italy. I'll make sure nothing hurts you." He pushed the button that was supposed to make a call to the house, but it shocked him. The blonde pulled away, containing his shout. "Gottverdammt..." He knew it would be bad to approach the villa, but this terrible?

Suddenly, many large dogs came to the gate, barking orders to leave towards them. Italy shrieked, while jumping onto the back his his friend. Germany sighed, already knowing how to deal with dogs such as these. Of course he would have owned canines. Switzerland tends to go on mountain hikes, hunts, and would enjoy making sure his house was well protected. Why else would he own a Swiss hound (for his hunting trips), a Saint Bernard (a companion and a watch dog), a Greater Swiss Mountain dog (again, watching and companionship), an Entlebuch Cattle dog (helps with herding the cows and keeps watch), a Bernese Mountain dog (yet again, a faithful guard dog), and finally his Appenzell Cattle dog (helper for herding, and once again for security purposes)? All of these dogs were meant to be for him, and they were all trained to follow his orders.

"Germany, why does Svizzera have so many dogs?" Italy managed to stutter out, still eying the canines fearfully. "Make them go away!" The blonde could only sigh. Germany knew how to deal with dogs, especially because he had three of his own dogs at his home.

"Fuß!" All the dogs heeled at his command. A good thing too because Italy was about to wet himself. "Janka," he said, looking to the Bernese Mountain dog. The female paid close attention to him, though Germany was not her master. His German accent was more than enough for her to realize he was worth listening to. "Asterix," he called, catching the Entlebuch cattle dog's eyes. "Liebling," he spoke, looking to the older Greater Swiss Mountain dog. "Ulrich," he said, looking to the hound dog. "Lotti," he said, getting the Appenzell cattle dog to calm a bit. "and Engelchen," looking to the Saint Bernard. He remembered each dog by name, since he had helped with training them.

"They're...safe now, Germany?" Italy stuttered, still slightly cowering behind the tall man. "They're just like your doggies."

Ignoring his friend, he looked to the leader of the group. That would be Janka. Though she wasn't the oldest, she was certainly the one that was able to rally of the dogs together when time needed them. "Janka, hier!" She came to him, as if it were the small Swiss man's command. "Guten tag, Janka," he said, allowing her to sniff his hand before petting her.

"So they are safe~" Shut up, Italy. You're going to scare them. Germany sighed, then allowed the large tri-colored dog to lick his face.

"You haven't had an intruders, right?" The dog shook her head, as if she understood English clearly. "And no one who smelled like beer came by, right?" She sniffed him, then cringed her nose a bit. The Bernese turned to her pack and woofed. The others dispersed, heading back to the chores that were at hand. Liebling had to go back to Liechtenstein, so that she could go get some love. Asterix and Lotti had to go and check on the cows, while Ulrich and Engelchen needed to go back and check the perimeter.

"Germany, do you speak dog?" Italy was just about to reach out his hand to pet the female dog, but she snapped at him. "Veh!"

"Pfui!" Janka's ears fell bad, after being called a bad dog. Her master had never called her that in many years, not since she was a pup. "Voraus," he said, telling her to go. She stood, looking at him once more. "Okay, you are a good girl. Don't forget to share with the rest of the pack, all right?" Germany took out a pouch from his bag. He tossed it to the Bernese, who caught it in her mouth. She could smell it from a mile away, and it was a handful of wurst that was especially made for dogs. With the treats, Janka left the two countries at the gate.

"I guess bruder isn't here, Italy," Germany sighed, looking at the empty villa. If the alarms were set and the dogs were loose, then obviously no one was home right now. Liechtenstein could be out shopping and that would make it even harder to find her. Italy saw his friend's sadness, so he patted his back.

"Don't worry, Germany! We'll find Prussia in no time," he said with a cheery smile. The blonde returned a smaller smile, but it was more than enough to make Italy happy. The smaller of the two dragged the other to his car. "So we'll go down south first, then go up north. Does that sound good, Germany?"

"Yes, it does, Italy." Thanks to his still clouded mind and the alcohol numbing his mind still, he didn't realize that Italy was already racing down the road.

"Liecht," Prussia said, noticing the dogs running around outside. How he didn't run into them earlier, he didn't know, but was definitely glad. "How many dogs does your bruder have?"

"Six all together," she said, seeing her pooch coming towards her. "Liebling, come here," she called, having the old dog come and sit by her. They were comfortable sitting in the loft, having soft music playing in the background. Prussia noticed something in the dog's fur and just had to get it out. He had—okay, maybe his brother had three dogs, but one of them favored him over Germany. Blackie, his German Shepherd, loved him to death. It wasn't understood why are first, but it just turned out that both of them had matching personalities of awesomeness.

"Where's the brush for the dogs?" He found something under the table, which turned out to be what he was looking for. Liebling looked at him for a moment, sniffing him slowly. Her wet nose tickled his face, while getting to know the scent of him and Blackie. "Is it all right?" He looked to the Greater Swiss Mountain dog, then to the blonde girl.

"Yes, it is." She was happy that he asked before just going ahead and doing so. Liebling was a very fussy dog when she wanted to be and usually she wouldn't take so nicely to a stranger. He began brushing the dog's coat, getting out the dandelion seeds that had gotten caught in her fur.

This strange silence was rather comfortable for the both of them. At least, it was comfy before Janka came in. Right away she noticed a problem, and it was clearly too close to the master's sister. She barked up a storm, causing the other dogs to stop what they were previously doing. They all surrounded him, growling through barred teeth.

"W-Wait," Liechtenstein stuttered, but couldn't be heard. Liebling barked once, causing the rest of the dogs to calm down. Prussia was just about to wet his pants! Totally not awesome, but how else would someone react to five dogs, who were clearly trained to protect the castle while the master was away? The Greater Swiss Mountain dog nuzzled Janka for a moment, then licked Prussia's face. Somehow, that led to all of the dogs laying on top of man.

"What the heck?" he asked, looking to the girl still on the couch. "What are they doing?"

"They're telling you that you are going to be under their watch, but you are welcomed." At least, I hope that's what they mean by this, the girl thought, while smiling.

Gilbird returned from his bathroom break, which took much longer than he thought. There were plenty of pretty canaries at the bath and he couldn't resist himself. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, as he spotted the assault made upon his master. How dare those mutts touch my master, he squawked, as he dove in and tried to peck at all the muscular mutts. The hound noticed the new play toy and started snapping at it. Liechtenstein went in and saved the yellow feather ball, before he had been eaten up.

"Ulrich, he's a guest too!" The girl nuzzled to her chest, thanking the angel over and over in his Morse-coded language. "May all of you get off him already?" The dogs all ended up cuddling, as she finally noticed that Prussia had gotten rather comfortable. He was knocked out in seconds, letting out funny snores. "Well, I guess bruder wouldn't mind it, if you took a break from your chores for a while."

Liechtenstein continued petting the small bird and her Liebling, and eventually she too slipped into a nap.

[Conny]: Woooooooooo~ I made it through another chapter! What do you think? You can forgive me, right? And you can forgive me for any possible mistakes in the story, right? Well, review and tell me how mad you are towards me about not updating and what you think of this chapter. I honestly rushed it so that you didn't have to wait any longer. Also, what do you think of the doggies? Do you see Switzerland taking extra measures to make sure his little sister was safe? And what do you think of what's going on now? Can you answer all of these in a review? (PS—you don't have to login in to review!)