AN: Just fyi, I'll be setting the character thing for whatever pairing is featured in the most recent chapter. I don't like seeing it empty. It bothers me. This is not at all a desperate attempt to get more people to read this. Not at all. Anyway, not sure how I feel about this one. Not my favorite. I'm excited about the next two though. They're pretty long lol.

(ps. I was so happy to get my first comment on this fic! I love you, whitealmond!)

LATVIA + SWITZERLAND AND NIPPLE SUCKING (wutthefuk jfjklfdskjl)

"Now, I'm only lending him to you for the weekend," Russia said pleasantly. Next to him stood little Latvia, trembling slightly like a baby tree in the wind. Russia stood besides him with a hand on his back like a hurricane. "So please take really good care of him." Russia smiled warmly. It was a fake expression, Switzerland knew. He also knew better than to trust such a face; but he just nodded civilly anyway. Best not to start fights about expressions just now. He had a job to do, after all.

Russia turned to the little Latvia, and the tiny nation looked like he would faint under the force of those eyes. "Now Latvia, I want you to come back nice and strong, you understand?" Latvia nodded feebly. "Because, if you don't," And that expression was back, the one Switzerland didn't trust. "I might just have to get rid of you. What do I need weak nations for? Germany probably wouldn't treat you too badly. . ."

"No!" Latvia cried. "I'll get stronger; don't worry about me, sir!"

"Excellent," Russia said. He turned to Switzerland. "I leave him in your capable hands." And with that, he turned around and was gone, a slightly chilly breeze trailing behind him.

Switzerland let the grimace he'd been restraining out of civility spread openly on his face now that the Russian had his back turned. A few weeks ago, Russia had called him about training his 'useless little Latvia'. He can't fight, he can't defend anything, and he pees his pants whenever he sees an enemy coming, Russia had said over the phone. He'd never liked Russia, and hated doing business with him, especially pointless business like this, but money was money was money, and he was always somewhat in need of it.

"Alright then," Switzerland said, turning to Latvia, who was still staring in the direction his tormenter had been walking away in. "Come inside. I'll show you to your room."

Xxxxxxxxxxx

"Your first lesson is on defense," Switzerland said, positioning the chalkboard so Latvia had a good view of it. He had a notebook resting on his lap and a pencil gripped between two fingers. He looked intent, determined, and a little green. "You must always be on the look out for attacks. Animals can be especially dangerous, so always be careful; even if they look cute, they can be poisonous, or rabid, or—"

This is about the time that Latvia stopped listening. His drawings are so cute, he couldn't help but think. So cute. . .

"And if a stranger asks you if you want to hear piano music, then you must always say —"

"Um, Mr. Switzerland?"

"What? You need to pay attention, this is important."

"Yes, I understand, but, uh, could you maybe draw those pictures for me in my notebook?"

Sigh.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

This is probably where everything went downhill.

"What the fuck are you doing in my sister's bed?"

Yes, this is usually where things go downhill.

No one could possibly describe the look on Switzerland's face right now. You don't want to know, I mean it. There is nothing reassuring, like you-might-live-through-this in that face. Just death. Even in frilly pink pajamas, he was still terribly imposing with his huge semi-automatic rifle.

"I- I- I- I'm sorry!" Latvia quailed, jumping out of the bed and backing up against the wall. "I didn't m- m- m- mean to! P- Please don't kill me!"

"Brother, it's okay," Liechtenstein said quietly, sitting up. "Nothing happened. He just had a nightmare. I told him he could sleep with me."

Switzerland considered this while keeping the barrel of his gun in Latvia's mouth. If he thought about this rationally (a difficult task) then he could understand what happened to a certain extent. The smaller nation obviously had no real loving family at his home. It made sense for him to gravitate towards someone like Liechtenstein, who was sweet and nurturing and comforting. But still. . .

"No more sleeping with my sister," He hissed at Latvia, who's trembling could only be taken for nodding. "Is that understood?"

"Hubagugahya."

He took that for a yes.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Switzerland was not a very fickle person. He despised that type of person. If you weren't strong enough to stand by your decisions, you shouldn't be making them. Switzerland made it a point to never back down if he knew he was right.

Which is what made this so hard for him.

For the last three nights, Switzerland had been kept up at night by the sound of Latvia's sobs. He wasn't used to the feeling of guilt. He always tried to do the right thing, and yet it ended up like this, more often than not; with people thinking him callous because he couldn't please everybody.

And to make it worse, he had a feeling Lichtenstein was angry at him —and despite the fact that it was a physiological miracle she was able to get angry at all, he was still very upset. She'd never been angry at him before, and he just didn't know how to deal with it.

Though really, he knew what he had to do to fix all this.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"You're sleeping with me tonight."

"Yes sir, Mr. Russia, sir!" Latvia cried, jumping back into the wall, arms raised in the universally recognized sign of don't shoot, I'm just a pedestrian.

"What?" Switzerland asked. He was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, wearing his usual scowl. He regarded Latvia curiously, but not without a slight blush, knowing his question must have sounded strange.

"Oh, uh, nothing." I should have known this day would come, Latvia thought bitterly as Switzerland walked away, still looking somewhat perturbed. They're all the same: Russia, Germany, all of them! They make you think they're kind and generous, then the second you let your guard down, they . . . they . . . they do something like this! Latvia slumped down into a chair, fighting off a flood of tears the best he could. He'd actually been starting to like it here, too.

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Switzerland was pleased to see that Latvia was already undressed and in bed when he walked into his room that night. Punctuality was one of the most favorable qualities in a man, he'd always said.

"You don't need me to leave a light on, do you?" He asked as delicately as this awkward situation demanded. He hadn't slept in the same bed with another person since his childhood, with that dumb piano-playing bastard. Liechtenstein had always been fine sleeping on her own, and she had even less strength than the Baltic Nation he'd been shackled to.

"N- No, I'll be fine. . ." I ought to be able to find everything in the dark by now, Latvia thought bitterly. If he didn't know Switzerland better, he'd think he was taunting him.

Switzerland nodded and, awkwardly, moved to slip under the covers. Latvia didn't move away to give him extra room, like he thought he would, but he didn't say anything because he was so unknowledgeable in the art of sleeping with others. What an odd feeling, to have someone's arm pressed against my own like that, he couldn't help but note. It's strange, but startlingly comforting. Like having a tiny fire under the covers with me, next to my arm, on my crot—.

"! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE!" Switzerland shouted, springing into a sitting position while simultaneously trying to push Latvia away while simultaneously reaching for the gun he kept on his bedside table at all times, but the former wouldn't budge.

"It's alright, Mr. Switzerland," Latvia assured him. With the hand that wasn't buried in Switzerland's pants he started to unbutton his sleep shirt, a look of annoyed frustration on his face. "I've got a lot of experience."

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Much, much later that night, Switzerland lay in bed next to a slumbering Latvia, trying to remember the last time he'd been in bed with another naked man. He couldn't seem to recall.

"God," He muttered to himself. He was pretty sure he was going to vomit.

"Hm?" Latvia stirred next to him. "Are you awake already?"

"Yes. I've conditioned myself to wake up automatically at six o'clock everyday."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Latvia stirred next to him. "Do you want to go get breakfast, or something?"

"I'm not really hungry."

"If you don't eat breakfast, you'll be tired all day."

"I'll get something later."

They were both quiet then. Latvia's silence was kind of an awkward one, while Switzerland's was more stunned.

"So, uh," Latvia cleared his throat. "So, you really didn't mean for, uh, for me to d—."

"No. Not really."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So, it was all just a misunderstanding, then?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Ha ha. This is pretty . . . uh, awkward then, hu?"

"I don't see how that's funny."

"Yeah, not really."

"Hm."

"Sorry about that."

"It's just—."

". . . What?"

"I don't understand."

". . . I'm sorry?"

"Nipples should never be used that way."

"Yeah, you're probably right about that."

"Not a male's nipples, anyway."

"Yeah, sorry about that."