I was ready to die. I was starving, and I knew the end was near; I accepted that it was my time. I did not try to fight it; I expected to die young. Being a small nation, it takes very little to be overrun or to completely disappear off the face of the earth. So, as I sat there on a backstreet in the rain, I was at peace with the world.
Fate is a funny thing, however, and does not always go as we plan.
I never expected a hand to reach out to me, nor did I expect the one that leant it to take me in and give me a second chance. He fed me, despite the fact that he himself was starving. To this day, fondue is still one of my favorite meals.
I did not talk in the beginning, but as the days turned to weeks, I found myself in a comfortable routine at Switzerland's house. So much so, that I found the willing news to speak to him for the first time. I think I surprised him, but he said he liked my voice.
As time passed and I spent more and more time with him, I came to know Switzerland very well. We grew close to one another and I started to call him my big brother because he cared for me like one. He began to protect me and I felt gratitude toward him. I stared giving him gifts to show my thanks; he always accepted them, despite some being quite odd on my part.
I idolized my brother. I respected his choices and found his decisions wise. When he decided to be neutral, I followed suit. I may have gotten a bit carried away when I cut my hair like his, but I thought it would be a good look for me, and I still think so. I surprised Switzerland when he saw me; he liked my long hair, but he said I looked cute with short hair, too. The only downside to my short hair seemed to be that I was mistaken for a boy quite often. I know I'm small, but I wish people wouldn't just assume by appearance.
Big brother bought me a ribbon for my hair after a while; it was a really pretty blue, the same blue shade that I have on my flag. I loved it very much and still wear it to this day.
As time passed and feelings changed, I felt myself falling in love with Switzerland. His smiles would send butterflies aflutter in my stomach, and the touch of his hand would send a spark straight to my heart. My feelings of gratitude for his rescuing me slowly evolved into a yearning to forever be by his side. Through the good times and the bad, I want to be right there next to him; from daffodil fields to deadly plagues, I want to share in his happiness as well as his burdens, his pain, and I want to fight for a better tomorrow.
And maybe one day, if fate shall have it, I will tell him how I feel.
"Liechtenstein, it's time to go home for dinner. We're having fondue tonight." Switzerland's voice rang out.
"Coming, big brother."
But for now, I am content as his little sister.
