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A Thing The World Does Best
[Liechtenstein's POV]
[Morning after the Explosions]
When Liechtenstein and Switzerland got home, not one word was uttered. When dinner was served, Liechtenstein didn't eat instead, just went to bed. And when Liechtenstein changed her clothes, she threw her shirt and pants into her bathroom's sink and closed the door hoping that in the morning the clothes won't smell like smoke and that any second she would just wake up and it would all have been a dream.
Oh, what a horrible state she would be in when she woke up in the morning and the clothes would still smell like smoke. The poor girl.
But instead of waking to the smell of her smoky clothes, she woke to the sound of her brother's phone ringing and Switzerland pacing in the hall way outside her closed door. She began to sit up in her bed when Switzerland slowly opened her bedroom door.
He mustn't have gotten enough sleep or what the phone call was about must have startled him, or it could have been both judging by the circles under his eyes and his pale complexion.
Before Liechtenstein could ask any questions Switzerland cleared his throat and said, "Get changed, we will be eating on the way".
Liechtenstein nodded curtly, understanding she won't be told what was going on, and she knew not to ask any questions but to just do what she was told to do. Switzerland left and closed the door behind him, leaving behind a tense and nearly depressing air. Liechtenstein sat on her bed for a minute collecting her thoughts, and then her stomach turned as a realization came to her. Someone was dead.
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she pushed them back, trying to stay as calm and collective as possible. She sighed, she enjoyed England, he was very kind to her and he was one of the few nations Switzerland allowed her to be alone with at times. She tried to force herself to think that maybe England wasn't dead but she couldn't think of anyone else that could have died, after all England was the closest to the explosions, so it would make sense for England to have dead.
Liechtenstein closed her eyes and tried to force her mind onto something else but she couldn't. Giving up on her vain attempts to change her mind, she forced herself out of bed and walked to her closet. She looked through her closet and pulled out a dress similar to the red one she had, but it wasn't red, it was black. She quickly changed into her dress and walked to her bathroom door, she sighed and pushed the door open. She was greeted with the smell of smoke do to her clothes, she filled her sink up with water and soap and quickly dropped her clothes into the sink, she knew she could have just put her clothes in a washing machine but she just had to get rid of the smoky smell.
When she finished washing the smell out of her clothes, she ringed the water out of them and placed them in her tub to dry. She turned to face the bathroom mirror and began to style her hair into two braids, like her hair was before she decided to cut her hair to look like Switzerland. She tied the ends of the braids with black ribbons. Before leaving her room, she grabbed a pair of black flat shoes, and stopped. Something's off, she looked around the room cautiously and noticed her curtains swaying and that they was a strange sickly sweet smell in the room. She creped over to her dresser, opened a drawer, and from under her underclothes in the drawer, she pulled out a loaded 22 pistol. She slowly approached the window, finger ready to pull the trigger. She stopped and took a deep breath before pulling back her drapes.
Luckily she didn't have to pull the trigger, but her window was, most defiantly opened, and she wasn't the one who opened it. She moved the gun down to her side, and looked around outside. There was no sign of anyone walking through the grass outside her window. Maybe Switzerland opened her window at night to get rid of the smoky smell.
She closed her window, and placed the pistol back into its respectable drawer. Deciding it was best to forget about her window, she opened her door to find Switzerland standing there waiting for her. Switzerland nodded, and led her to the door. Outside waited a black car, the car took them to the nearest airport. There they boarded a small jet, this jet was designed to fly faster than the speed of sound, and was strictly used to transport nations in case of emergency meetings.
A little after the plane took off and the duo was given breakfast, Liechtenstein turned to face her older brother, she began to open her mouth to ask a simple question that would answer her many question or just cause her want to ask more questions.
Switzerland answered before Liechtenstein could ask any question, "We are headed to Moscow".
That didn't answer any of Liechtenstein's question, it just confused the poor girl even farther, but she didn't ask her brother anymore questions, and turned her attention back to her breakfast.
She finished her breakfast and stared out the plane's window thoughtfully, trying to figure out way they would be heading to Moscow, of all places. Slowly, her eyelids started to become heavy, but before she let sleep control her, she realized something and smiled softly to herself.
They were headed to Moscow, which meant England wasn't dead.
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Liechtenstein woke to Switzerland gently shaking her, she rubbed her eyes, and realized that they had landed already. She began to stand up but lost her balance, Switzerland caught her and asked if she was alright, Liechtenstein nodded and said she was fine, but she wasn't, her head was foggy and her stomach felt funny.
They were escorted to a tall building towards the middle of Moscow and were told to go to the forty-seventh floor and to room 4708.
When they got to the room, every nation was already there, and in the place of the usual chaos before the meetings, was a solemn silence.
Switzerland and Liechtenstein took the last two open chairs, and turned to face the two people who stood in the front of the room, Russia and Ukraine.
Russia sighed and with his voice wavering said, "I have some bad news. Belarus is dead. She was murdered. And this was left on my door this morning".
Russia placed a paper on the table. The note said:
So this is what happens,
Is everything we work for in life nothing?
Being dead, is it a good or bad thing
Everything disappears at one point
Really is there anything worth living for?
I, for one don't know, but I know this
A thing the world does best is start wars.
Hey guys! I'm back from New York! New York was awesome but I would never be able to live there. Sorry for the late update. Also someone un-favourited this story, so this is to that person; Thank you for un-favouriting this story, you have motivated me to write more and I for one don't mind that you no longer like this fanfiction because you know what they say, One man's trash is another man's treasure, so thank you. And a big thanks to all the people who follow, favourite, and review you guys are amazing! Until next time, ciao!
