Author's Note: Fair warning, this story will be sad and as close a possible to a real life experience with cancer as I can get it to be. If you think it might trigger bad memories, please do not read. I am researching about the cancer and everything as I go to try to be as accurate as possible. Please let me know if it does not match up or make sense (if you know about the cancer I will use for this). Otherwise, please enjoy my first story that I have posted in over a year. I apologize if you follow my other stories, because I just do not have drive for them anymore. Hopefully this story will set me on track and I can try to upload new chapters to other stories before next semester starts in a month. I will not get to write at all then. To everyone reading, thank you! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters involved and used for this story. I do own the additional characters created for character plot that will be named as time goes on.

THE ORANGE RIBBON AROUND MY WRIST

It started in the summer of 1990…the first time he saw her. The brunette had sat in his chair at the world meeting many times before and had slept through most of them. This meeting happened to be her first, and he just happened to be awake.

He watched as the taller, male German nation escorted her in and introduced her. The Greek did not pay much attention to anything besides noticing how close the Swiss man was standing to the young woman and how she trembled being up there. She caught his eye and he couldn't look away. She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair looked like it was made from sunlight and her skin was flawless. She wore a burgundy dress that showed off the little bit of curves that she had. He was mesmerized.

She spoke her hello and he thought his heart would stop. Her sweet little voice….it took him by surprise. He didn't know anything could sound so innocent and pure. He watched as Switzerland and the young nation took their seats and the meeting began.

There was no focusing on the meeting, no figuring out what part he would take in it either. And for the first time ever, he couldn't fall asleep. His eyes were too open, his brain too busy to doze.

He stared intently over at her, being mindful to not be caught by the older German nations that were around her. She was so beautiful with her soft, green eyes, porcelain skin, and sun soaked hair. The man drank her in from a distance and jumped when he realized the meeting had been adjourned until tomorrow. Hours had passed without him noticing one bit.

Still in his chair, his brother Cyprus moved over a couple of chairs to sit with him. "You're awfully wide awake today. Did you drink some super coffee, or something?" he questioned worriedly.

The Greek shook his head, his eyes never leaving the shiny, blonde locks that slowly made their way from the meeting room. "Hey. Who is the new girl again? I wasn't really listening earlier," he admitted with a monotone voice and expression.

Cyprus rolled his eyes. "That's Liechtenstein, Switzerland's adopted little sister. She just joined the United Nations a few months ago and started attending world meetings with Switzerland's approval."

He watches her turn around and look back into the room before being turned around and led out of his sight. "Liechtenstein…" he whispers inaudibly.

Greece did not know that his was his first glimpse at the woman who would change his life.