"Please, we'll support one another as fellow countries," Alaska pleaded, "We both need it."
She had listened to Liechtenstein, and suddenly was on her knees in front of Switzerland. Not the most desirable position for her, considering she had already claimed him as her enemy not too long ago. Why had she been so angry, though? She asked that herself, as well as the blonde girl. It seemed to have sparked when she was hit. I suppose that would make sense...
Switzerland was pretty surprised to find the one who was being so hostile only moments before asking for an alliance. He thought she looked a little childish, with big eyes blinking up at him, like Liechtenstein's...
"You're not an actual country yet," he pointed out.
"Whatever," she finally grumbled, standing and walking away quickly.
Later, they were all forced to eat dinner together.
None of them were being very much like wordy conversationalists. Well, at first...
Eventually Switzerland finished eating and cleared his throat. He looked down, his face turning a little red as he said, "I, um, made some preparations to officially recognize you as a country and form an alliance of sorts, Alaska. That is, once you've made proper preparations to be a country yourself...I mean, I've only done this because I heard that as of late you have been healthy and your lands are very populated now, and..." He coughed a fake cough, then stood. "I must excuse myself..." Then he walked away.
Alaska stared at where he had been, stunned. Liechtenstein didn't mirror this one bit. Instead, she held the raven-haired girl under a soft, comforting gave that said, "See?"
Staying up late having a friendly conversation with another girl; both Alaska and Liechtenstein enjoyed the idea and actual event itself very much. Neither had ever been able to have a normal conversation with their siblings, and basically, those siblings were the only people they could ever see often. After an hour or two, after soft giggles died out, Alaska's mind turned to dinner, and she wasn't one to keep it in her head.
"So, what's up with your brother? He seemed a really reluctant to recognize me, but he changed his mind so quickly."
"Oh...well, he probably never changed his mind. He just doesn't like to show when he cares," Liechtenstein explained softly. "He does that until he really, really cares, and even then he'll never tell you he cares, it shows. Don't hate him," she added. The sisterly love in her eyes, Alaska thought, is something I should envy for its possibility. I could never love America. Instead of voicing such a thing, she gave a smile to the other girl.
"I'll try not to."
A week later, in the morning, Switzerland asked if she needed a ride back to her house. Remembering what Liechtenstein had said about his motion sickness, and not wanting a nauseous driver, she gave him an odd look with one eyebrow raised. Recognizing the blame, he looked at her a little harshly.
"It's not like I don't take medicine for it," he snapped.
"Right," she said, with a little relief, "Because you're 'not an idiot'." Then she looked at her hands, where she held a small ring with a jade imbedded in it. Jade, her state gem. Now it would represent her country.
"Are you going to answer my question, though?" Switzerland asked impatiently.
"Oh, right- yeah, I'll need a ride." She ran her fingers through her loose hair, then pulled her hand away to find a couple of strands left hanging in her grasp. For a moment she freaked out, goose bumps covering her skin. The blonde noticed her reaction, and sighed.
"What's with girls freaking out about hair?" he grumbled, rubbing one of his own golden locks between his forefinger and thumb. Alaska cackled evilly, causing him to jump and stare at her like like she was alien to him.
"This isn't a girl thing," she said darkly, holding up the few black strands, "this is what happens after you've seen Russia make voodoo dolls with people's hair on them." The two of them stared at her fallen hair until the blonde shrugged, motioning her away, so she could go back home at last. Under the girls' strict supervision, Switzerland took his medicine, then Liechtenstein sighed.
"Why can't I come?" She asked wistfully.
"Because I might take awhile to help her start up her country," Switzerland replied. Alaska's eyes widened. She didn't remember asking for help, but...had he intended to do this all along? "You would get bored, and I need someone to stay behind. You do remember what I told you last time, right? No one comes in. No one."
Liechtenstein nodded, then turned to Alaska. "These are for you," she said, handing her a small pile of stamps. A little intrigued by the gift, Alaska took them, and looked through them. There were many cute, simple designs that seemed very...Liechtenstein. Then she found a small, cute one picturing a bunny made of simple lines. Before she asked who drew it, considering the art seemed different, Switzerland made a sputtering noise, turned red-faced, then looked away and gave a small cough. Suddenly the artist's identity was clear. The two girls giggled, and when he decided to just walk away, Alaska stuck the thin stack into her pocket. Thanking Liechtenstein, she followed the blonde boy to the vehicle. They drove for awhile, but it was a long ride from Switzerland to Alaska, so the girl figured that she might as well relax...and have a little fun.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she asked, "So, you like drawing for your sister, hmm?"
"That's none of your business." So blunt.
"It's really cute. Did you learn for her?"
"I don't see why you care." He's blushing. Why is it that when he blushes yet keeps a straight face, he still doesn't quite lose the tough look? Ah, oh well, it's still cute...like a grumpy little kid...At that thought she slapped herself, and received a concerned look that was understandable.
"Why are you slapping yourself? That's not really good for you."
"Uh...uh...that's none of your business!" She copied him, feeling her own face flush red. And not just because of where she slapped herself, which stung enough.
"Compared to drawing, this is more important. If you feel compelled to hurt yourself, who knows how you'll do as a country, and I might be the one who suffers. I want you to tell me why exactly you hurt yourself and whether or not you'll do it again!" His volume increased, and his face was pretty serious. Suddenly seeing him all angry again made her suddenly short-tempered.
"You're...I hurt myself and you worry about YOU? Just how much..." She was getting flustered and losing her words, unable to find the right ones. Really, isn't getting so worked up over a slap a little much? Is he really such a paranoid guy?
"Well, of course! I can't afford to do anything selfless! I'm a country, that has people to take care of, and has a whole other country to take care of! I don't need another little sister!" He pulled over, and breathed deeply. "Either get out, or be prepared to handle stuff like this." Not a moment's hesitation; Alaska was on the sidewalk before a single word could be spoken.
"I'd rather stick with America than be your little sister," she said simply, a fake calm in her voice. Then she began walking.
