(A/N: Okay, a bit of seriousness. As the decade-memorial of the tragedy that was 9/11, even if you're not from nor do you even like Alfred the hero, please remember him and his people in your thoughts today. Just asking.

On to the story, I'm sorry for the wait. I had lotsa homework and company over and my computer sat collecting dust even as I thought, BUT I WANT TO EDIT MY ITALIECH STORY! BAWWWWW! *obscure crying sounds* Oh, and the title of this drabble is inspired by the cute, semi-ItaLiech moment in Gakuen Hetalia. If you've played it, you know what I'm talking about ^o^

So, all these drabbles are based off of pictures that don't belong to me (pics that I can easily email to anyone who wants them). Hetalia also does not belong to me.

Lilly = Liechtenstein in this chapter, a fanname NOT of my own creation. ItaLiech was requested by my lovely awesome reviewer, The Fairy Cake, who I would once again like to thank. You definitely inspire me! So, everyone, enjoy this chapter. But don't go into this story expecting too much. :3)

Lilly never questioned nor defied her big brother because he was right about most things. She heralded his lessons on avoiding Francis and saving one's money. She took his every word about untrustworthy Austrians as fact, and she lived her life in general compliance with her older brother's advice. Yet sitting here, she couldn't help but feel that he was wrong about just this one thing...

As Feliciano Vargas smiled at her and offered her more pasta, Lilly couldn't quite see the vulgar idiot her brother had made Feli out to be. Easy-going, sure... friendly and warm were also obvious characteristics of the man. She was even, dare she say it, enjoying herself in the company of the young Feliciano. He recognized her as a girl immediately, and even engaged her in what she figured was "flirting", which she found both flattering and a bit much at times. He served her pasta, which tasted delightful, even though she had grown up on Swiss cheeses and had never even laid eyes on pasta before. In the midst of the conversation, when she told him that she didn't exactly enjoy combat, Feli's eyes had opened (and she found she liked them, the way they were bright and hazel). He agreed wholeheartedly and shook her hand energetically, happy to find a "non-combat buddy". Her hand tingled from the warmth. Soon after, he had started calling her Lil without really asking, though she didn't mind.

Another thing about Feliciano that Lilly noticed was how relaxed she could be around him. Though she loved her brother with his strictness and rules, she found she could cut loose a bit when with Feli. When she had used her fork to make the pasta into shapes (shapes like the adorable animals her brother illustrated during self-defense lessons), she looked up worriedly, expecting to be scolded for playing with her food. But instead, when she looked up, she found the Italian slurping from the bowl with even worse manners. It made her laugh.

Lilly had gotten so caught up in her new friend as he recounted his experience on a "deserted island"- a place Lilly thought sounded just fascinating, as Vash and her rarely travelled outside of their property- that she didn't realize that Vash would be home soon.

Sure enough, the gun-toting Swiss threw open the door seconds later, throwing out a quick, "I'm home". He was greeted with a horrendous sight- his dear little sister eating pasta with the lazy Feliciano. He rushed to her side- he had heard horror stories from Kiku about how contagious Italians were, and he checked his sister for symptoms. "Lilly, what were you just eating?" he demanded, his voice steely as he attempted not to shoot off a few rounds into Feliciano's head. At least not until he had finished checking his sister's "health".

"Pasta. Why, bruder?"

Vash gave a small sigh of relief, assured that she was fine. (There was no stupid verbal tic present forcing her to stupidly elongate the syllables or anything.) In the next instant, he drew his rifle and swivelled around to face the source of his anxiety. "Now, Vargas, get out of my house!" he shouted.

"Veee~!" the man whined as he stared down the barrel of the gun. "Uh, Lil, I guess I'll see you later!" He retained a smile even as he started sweating buckets and edging towards the door. Lilly saw him reach for a white square from his pocket that she had initially thought was a handkerchief. It was now revealed to be a white flag.

Vash twitched when the Italian called his little sister, "Lil". His finger tightened around the trigger.

"Please stop, bruder! He's my friend." she called in a panic. Vash turned to her immediately, horrified to hear that exact combination of words from her mouth. But upon looking into his sister's eyes- they were saying so many things, like 'He's a good guy' and 'I'm sorry, bruder'and 'Please just leave him be'- he lowered the rifle and directed his glare at the pasta still left on the table.

"If you say so, Lilly..." In contradiction to his accepting words, he backed out of the room cautiously while staring at Feliciano. Finally, once he reached his door, he put away the rifle and ambled inside. He didn't forget to leave the door open and leave his gun within arm's reach even as he sat down in his bedroom.

Feliciano let loose a gigantic sigh of relief at the Swiss man's retreat, even though the man was clearly still watching him. Feli brightened when he refocused his gaze on Lilly, and then he left with a simple wave, though the white flag was still in his hand. Lilly timidly waved back as the Italian retreated, inwardly feeling ecstatic. She looked forward to meeting up with Feliciano again, and in a way, she now had her brother's permission. Outside of her brother, this was the most Lilly had ever talked to anyone, and she found she liked being close to the carefree man. Yes, she was certainly looking forward to seeing him again...

(A/N: EDITED ON 9/12 WITH THE HELP OF THE FAIRY CAKE. GRAZIE/DANKE! (Just to fit both of the couple's languages in there...)

Liechtenstein, I don't think Switzerland actually gave you permission to meet him again...it was more like a "I won't kill him. Today." kinda thing...

ANYHOO. I think ItaLiech is extremely adorable. And this was one of the first drabbles I wrote a few months ago, and I just edited it this morning. So I had totally forgot about everything and was like, 'Woah, that happened? In my own story?'

AND OH GOODNESS. I NEVER EVEN WROTE WHY HE WAS THERE AT SWITZY'S HOUSE. CUZ I DON'T KNOW. (Um...hmm, Liechtenstein is geographically in between Germany and Italy, so he was on his way to visit Germany? Yes, yes, that sounds like a good cover excuse...maybe

Also! I have several of these "heterotalia" drabbles already written. I have AmeBela, AmeViet, AustraliaWy, AusHun, BelaRus, EngBela, FraSey, JapTai, JoanFrance, PolHun, PruHun, RomaniaHungary, RomanoBelgium, UkrRus, and VietFra drabbles prepared. Please leave a review saying which of the previously listed pairs you would like to see next, and I'll try to post a drabble accordingly.

Thanks for reading! Please also review, it will mean a lot to me!)