Note, I don't own a damn thing from Hetalia. My OC's inspired by Deviant Art's fir3h34rts pictures. Personalities created by yours truly.

I personally suggest reading my other fic A Day At Irelands House. It sets up the relationship between my two OC's and their personalities in general.

So ya… the entire dream sequence has heavy implication of you know what. More so then the last two, you are warned.

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Chapter 14 : FAIL

Switzerland

Switzerland marched down the hall way, once again fully dressed. He was on a mission. God it was going to be his hardest one yet. He's single handedly held off the Italians, French, and Germans for centuries. He and a few volunteers had thrown Hannibal out of the alps. For centuries he had done what he could against Rome, as minor revolts as they were. But now. Now he had to overcome his greatest challenge, he had to apologize to Liechtenstein and beg her to not hate him anymore. He couldn't have her just leave. He couldn't be alone again. Not again. He was going to find her tell her how he felt, beg for his forgiveness, then love her until hell froze over. Then he'd buy a extra large coat for the two of them, and continue loving her in the frozen wasteland the world had become.

He was going to the halls when he saw one of his house guests, Bermuda, making a b-line for the backyard. He thought about asking her why she was going that way, but decided he couldn't risk wasting the time. He continued on his path. Soon a horrible thought entered his head Oh god, what if she already left. Well on the upside, seeing Bermuda was proof that Ireland was still here, which meant he had time to plug him full of lead. It wouldn't be too hard. He just had to get a better caliber for the punishment.

He was about to make his way back from his room, for bigger guns, when he heard voices. He made his way for the room, keeping his noise to an absolute minimum. He carefully peered into the room. Inside was a strange sight. Ireland and Liechtenstein, together. Ireland had a hand on Liechtenstein's shoulder. Already a fatal offence by Switzerland's standards. Still he kept himself hidden, wanting to… gather more info. Ya more info. It had nothing to do with the fact he was more nervous about Liechtenstein at the moment then he would be defusing a nuclear bomb.

Ireland spoke for the first time since Switzerland was in ear shot "Don't worry lass, you'll be a part of our family soon enough" What! What is he- Then Ireland did the unforgivable. He gave. Liechtenstein. His Sister. A kiss on the for head.

That was it. Switzerland charged the Irishman at full speed screaming a ear shattering battle cry. Without even the forethought to pull out his weapon he just pushed the Irishman against the wall "You son of a bitch!"

Liechtenstein looked over at her brother horror on her face "B-bruder! What are you doing!" she said standing up.

"I'll never let it happen Lili!" he said allowing in a moment of weakness to allow tears to come down his face. He faced away from his sister to avoid her seeing the weakness.

Liechtenstein spoke in a low voice "You'll… never let, it happen" The voice was somewhat sad, which Switzerland mistook for hopeful "Never Lili. You have my word" he said confidently, waiting her to happily agree with him, and maybe hug him. That's not what he heard. He started to hear sniffling, like someone was holding back tears. It wasn't him, he was already crying, he looked up at Ireland whose face was exasperated in disbelief, so it wasn't him. He turned his head around to Lili, who in just her pajamas had tears coming down her already tear streaked face "Lili…?"

Realizing Switzerland could see her she turned herself around "O-okay, if that's how you feel… I guess I'll just show myself out…" she said walking out of the door and down the hall. Switzerland stood there, dumbfounded. What did he do wrong? He just didn't want Ireland to take her away from him. Did she really hate him that much that she would leave on her own? This is his fault! Damn him. Anger boiling inside him he turned to Ireland "You son of a-"

He wasn't able to finish that insult as Ireland head butted him. Causing him to fall on his ass. He looked up at Ireland who crouched down and sounded like he was really trying to stay calm "Ok lad, full disclosure. Are you Schizophrenic?"

Switzerland in a slight daze from the head shot looked at him confused "What?"

"Cause honestly I don't understand what the hell is going on in your mind. Are you trying to break Lili's heart?" he said angrily.

Switzerland shook her head "N-no of course not!" he said still confused, then his mind cleared "Wait no, you were trying to take her away from me!" he said in response.

"What?"

"Ya you were going to make her a part of your 'family'" which meant you were going to take her away

Ireland sighed rubbing his temples in frustration "No I said our family"

Switzerland was indignant "Whats the difference!" he said angrily

Ireland, trying to be calm, avoided beating the living shit out of the boy "Our family Vash. As in mine and yours!" he said ready to strangle the Swiss man, pointing a finger back and forth between the two of them.

Vash had a look of unbelievably lost "What the fuck are you talking about?" he said hands in front of him in shaking with confused rage

"You don't remember do you?" Ireland said with little patients left. Vash just continued to look at him wanting an awnser "Of course you don't… Ugh, ok your mother is Gaul, right?"

Vash nodded "Yes of course" he said off handedly like it was common knowledge.

"Well my mother was Britannia. Britannia and Gaul were sisters" he grabbed Switzerland by the shoulders and shook him violently back and forth "Which Means Were Cousins!" he said through gritted teeth "As in we are in the same family!

Switzerland took in the information slowly "So… what were you two talking about"

"…Why do you think it's taken your brother so long to tell you?" Ireland said with a knowing smile

Liechtenstein brightened up "… So you really think bruder loves me... a-and thinks of me like that?" she said hope assailing in her voice

Ireland gave her a smile "Lass, I bet the next free moment he has will be spent getting a ring for you" he said kneeling down to her height putting a hand on her shoulder "Don't worry lass, you'll be a part of our family soon enough".

Switzerland's jaw might as well have been two inches from the floor. His look was that of utter despair. He swallowed what felt like a baseball down his throat before he started speaking again "So… when I rushed in here. And say that I'd 'Never let that happen'" he said leading off Ireland to finish off the horrible thought.

"You basically told her, that you will never marry her, you don't love her, and your basically gonna keep her in a gilded cage without and possible hope of commitment" he said apparently trying to sound as harsh as possible.

Switzerland brought his hands to his head, nearly clawing at his flesh feeling the absolute epitome of panic, regret, and anger "God she must hate me"

Ireland nodded "Ya probably" he said honestly

Vash looked up at him with annoyed look "Are you always this honest?" he asked still annoyed

"Yes, which is why you must hear what I have to say" he went down and hoisted the man off his feet, starting to push him towards the door. "Now I really like Lili, and would like to see you both at my house for St. Patrick's day instead of celebrating it here with a small little party like you usually do"

"We don't celebrate st.-" Switzerland was about to disagree before being immediately interrupted by the Irishman

"Soooooooo that means you need to go and make up with her, and convince her to love her so she can show up at St. Me's day as your spouse. Otherwise she will end up working for that Austrian, or worse, that pervert Prussia" he threatened pushing Vash out the door.

Vash's eyes widened with fear at the prospect of Prussia having full access to Lili. "God no…" At this point they were in the hallway Irelands hands on Vash's shoulders pointing him down the right side of the hallway.

"So your gonna go to her room, quickly, and learn to act like a Frenchman" he let got of his shoulders and got ready to 'nudge him' with his foot "and grovel" With that he kicked the frugal man into the hallway.

Vash nearly started running before turning around "Uh, her room is that way actually" he said pointing behind Ireland.

Ireland put a hand on his back and heaved him in the new direction "Then go that way damn it!" with that Vash was off, in a sprint he made his way for Lili's room. Which without his intervention, would be empty soon. In the back of his mind he could hear Patricks parting words.

"Run you Swiss Bastard, RUN!"

End of Chapter 14

There we go, Ireland putting Vash in his place. Oh ya, Vash would totally b the offspring of Rome and Gaul. There was a large Gaulic population in the Alps then Rome like the rest of Gaul, was controlled by Rome. So ya. By this logic, yes France is also Irelands cousin.

Yes I know that Britannia and Gaul, or Hibernia are official ancients, but it seemed to fit perfectly in my mind.

Anyways please enjoy the chapter.

Also, for those who actually like this writing, I've started another Hetalia Fanfic, so just go to my profile and view Iberian War Of Roses. It has some of the same OC's from here. So go check it out ^_^

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