She checked her bag. Bread… milk… eggs…After checking she had everything she needed, Liech went to the back of the long line. Sighing slightly at its abnormal length, she pulled out a book from her purse and began reading.

"Oh! Pasta… gelato… tortellini… marinara sauce…" The Italian frowned, trying to think of what he had forgotten. He was sure Germany had asked him to get something. After thinking for a while, he simply shrugged and stood in line.

In front of him, Liech heard someone walk up behind her. She turned, hoping to make conversation. Instead, seeing Italy, she blushed remembering their last meeting.

With a pale blush in her cheeks, she said, "Guten Tag, Italien." Her eyes fell ever so slightly as she tried to make the blood fade from her cheeks.

"Hi!" He replied, not noticing her embarrassment. He gushed and gushed, thanking her at least seven times for the pants. Once she thought the blush had faded, Liech looked up and tried to follow his words which continued drifting between Italian and English. Sometimes he would pause and she would try to answer his statement or question with one of her own, but more often times he wouldn't leave her space to comment.

Switzerland was getting slightly anxious, waiting outside for his sister. I shouldn't have let her go inside by herself. What if something happens?

Finally, after considering all the things that could go wrong, he went into the store. Seeing the line, he understood why she hadn't left the store yet. Still… He began to look for her.

When he found her, the Italian was still continuing his seemingly neverending stream of words. Stiffening at Italy's presence, Switzerland quickly walked to his sister's side, stepping inbetween Liech and the Italian. Taking his sister's hand, he said, "We're going home. Now." Walking slightly behind her brother, they returned all the food to shelves. They would come back another time, when it was less crowded.

Once they were and on their way home, the Swiss spun around, facing his sister. "Why was Italy there?"

She looked at him, and answered, "I truly don't know Brother. Probably just getting groceries."

"But why was he near you?" A slight wisp of anger was slipping into his voice. If that Italian so much as glanced at his sister in anything that could be taken in such a manner.

Hearing the slight change in his voice, Liech answered, "He was standing in line. That's all, Brother. He also thanked me for the pants." She blushed as she said her last sentence.

Seeing his sister's discomfort with the conversation, Switzerland let the topic slip for the moment. But Italy had better stay away from Liechtenstein… Or else.