Chapter Number / Name: #3 / It's Because of You
Pairings: PruLiech (...I really don't have any other couples in mind...)
Will be told in: Mainly (or rather probably) Prussia's POV (Point of View). It might switch to Liechtenstein's or Switzerland's or some other character's POV sometimes. Might. If it is not told in a character's POV, then it will be told in Third Person. But you'll know who's telling the story anyways.
Warning: Will contain cuss words. And maybe some other warnings too along the way.
Disclaimer: Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series does not belong to me. Nor does its characters. It all belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.
Other Important Notes: If the text is quoted in ' - ' and is italicized, then it means that the text is what the character is thinking.
[Third Person]
Liechtenstein's cheeks turned into a sweet, rosy-red at the Prussian's words. The oblivious Prussia didn't notice this, instead, he started to gaze upon Liechtenstein's ribbon, completely off guard as he lay his hands gently on her light and fragile shoulders. He felt somehow...curious about the ribbon, why she chose that shade, if she bought it herself, if someone gave it to her as a present, if someone left it by her doorstep with a bouquet of roses and candy as a secret admirer gift and...Prussia then stopped thinking about it.
"Liechy, do you like that ribbon of yours?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of its silky indigo color.
"Oh, my Big Bruder got it for me," Liechtenstein answered happily, giving the impression of a ecstatic aura around her. "So people could tell us apart. I was um...C-Confused for his little bruder once by a lady..."
"What? You and Switzerland look totally different. At least I would know who's who, you're much more pretty and sweet than that stuck-up Switzy..." Prussia mumbled, his voice more quiet than usual at the end of his sentence.
"Um, you said something at the end of your sentence...What was that?" Liechtenstein twiddled with her fingers curiously. Since Prussia didn't speak up, she couldn't hear the former-nation's compliment.
"Nothing," Prussia said timidly as he backed his hands away from Liechtenstein's shoulder, his eyes on the olive-green trees to his far left. Suddenly, a BANG! was heard from the opposite direction, and missed Prussia by an inch. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF MY AWESOMENESS JUST HAPPENED?" He yelled, instantaneously falling down on his behind.
Liechtenstein looked down. She knew what it was. For this situation happened more than once. Switzerland got the wrong idea. For about the 5th time. The first few countries to face this problem were Germany, Austria, America, and even Italy. France almost got shot as well, but that time, Switzerland did in fact get the gist of what the Frenchman was trying to do to Lili.
Switzerland marched up to Liechtenstein, the usual rifle in his hand as he took her by the arm and stomping towards Germany and the others that were sitting down. Prussia still sat down on the green, grassy ground that continued to sway with the breeze, and watched, confused. "Verdammt, Germany!" Switzerland shouted. "You all said that you would-!"
"We did! Nothing bad happened, Switzerland!" Germany insisted, standing up and facing the shorter, yet greatly agitated Swiss man. The saying was that the shortest always did have the worst temper. "Does she look hurt to you?"
Switzerland suddenly took his angered gaze to Liechtenstein, seeing if she was indeed harmed by the albino. He couldn't tell visually, but what if she was assaulted or injured verbally or mentally? "Well? Were you hurt by that...That...Prussian fool?"
Liechtenstein's eyes widened. "Prussian fool...?" She whispered through her quivering lips. "Y-You mean, Prussia?" She asked quietly, shaking a bit. What did her brother have against Prussia? He didn't seem very harmful or rude to her...
"Yes. What did he do to you?" Switzerland asked, letting go of the Liechtensteiner's fragile arm.
"H-He kindly threw away my plate and fork, he talked to me, and he introduced himself to me, as did I to him, and he gave me a nice nickname..." Liechtenstein said, warm little tears starting to come out of her eyes as she stepped back an inch or two.
"Liechtenstein...? Why are you crying?" Switzerland asked, taking a step closer to his younger sister.
"You..." She whispered, looking down as her tears dropped. Her bangs covered any possible view to her eyes as she took more steps away from Switzerland, only shocking him even more. "I-It's b-because of y-you..."
"W...What...?" His eyes widened as he reached over for his sister's hair, but inevitably failed as she shook her head violently and ran away, a clear river of tears washing down her face, letting out cries of sobs. "L-Liechtenstein!" Switzerland yelled, about to chase after her, though a hand stopped him.
It was Austria. He gripped Switzerland's wrist tightly, an agitated look of his own, a practical glare staring right at Vash's eyes. "And you called Prussia the fool. You're the idiot. You should know better than to do that again. Did you even consider trusting Liechtenstein?"
"What the hell do you mean? Of course I trust Liechtenstein!" Switzerland barked into the Austrian's face, trying to get out of his hold furiously.
"Then why can't you let her go?" Austria asked, the look on his face as serious but still as calm as ever.
It was like a bullet to Switzerland's heart, hearing those words.
'Then why can't you let her go?'
The sentence repeated over and over in his head. Why couldn't he let her go? "I can't..." Switzerland said, suddenly looking down at the table. "I JUST CAN'T OKAY?" He screeched, jerking his wrist back from the Austrian. Though Austria didn't seem to care. Instead, he just stared at Switzerland's eyes, boring into them with guilt.
Switzerland looked around. Hungary was staring at him and shaking her head in his shame, her frying pan right in her hand. A chill struck the Swiss man's spine. He turned his head to somewhere less frightening. Though when he did, he saw that Germany had his eyes closed, along with his arms crossed as the space between his eyebrows wrinkled. They had started to shun Switzerland. But wait, where was Prussia?
"Where's...Prussia...?" Switzerland asked slowly, not really expecting a response.
"With Liechtenstein." Austria answered, yet that look on his face still remorse-building as always.
"N-No...I can' t leave her alo-"
"Stop right there Switzerland." Hungary said, putting her frying pan in front of Switzerland's mouth. She didn't smack him, although she seriously wanted to. She just needed to shut him up. "You don't trust anyone, much less Liechtenstein. You didn't trust us to take care of her. And look what you did. Now Prussia's the one comforting her. And you won't do anything about it. Not on our accounts. You need to learn your lesson. You know what you are, Switzerland?"
There was a long, threatening silence before Hungary spoke again.
"Selfish."
"L-Liechy," Prussia heaved as he clutched the dark-blue fabric of which covered his chest. "Where are you?" He was searching for Liechtenstein since the second Switzerland's wrist had been taken by Austria. The Prussian had made an attempt to escape the scene, to find Liechtenstein. He didn't exactly know why she had made that sudden outburst, but something inside him told him that he should go after her.
After minutes of what seemed like hours to Prussia, he had heard small sobs coming from a tree behind him. "Liechy, is that you?" He asked, walking towards the weeping sound. And it was her. She was still crying. Or at least, she was trying to stop doing so, but was failing.
"P-P-Prussia..." Liechtenstein removed her hands from her teary eyes, lightly hugging her knees as she looked up at the worried Prussia (yet he didn't show that particular emotion in front of her). "Why a-are you h-here? Sh-Shouldn't y-you be b-back wi-with the o-others?"
"No way," Prussia said, sitting down next to the sad little Liechtenstein. "I'd rather spend time with you than those killjoys altogether. Especially Hungary. She'd smack me with that damned frying pan even if I said one measly, meaningless word..." His words were meant to make the girl laugh, or at least smile, but nothing came out of her lips. "So...What's wrong? I know it's something about Switzy but...Why did you run off like that, huh Liechy?"
"...I...I..." Liechtenstein tried to explain the reason, but her stuttering got in the way, so it was a slight bit hard to understand her along with that German accent of hers. "B-Big Bruder Sw-Switz-zerla-land...H-He's done th-that before...G-Getting th-the wrong i-idea when I-I t-talk to o-other m-males...I-It happened t-to m-many p-people already...I-I'm sorry y-you h-had to w-witness th-that... B-But...i-it's l-like he d-doesn't t-trust m-me..."
More tears started to fall from the girl's eyes, and Prussia didn't hesitate to do something. He cupped Liechtenstein's cheek delicately with his gloved hand, making her head face him as he gently wiped her tears away. "Hey...Don't cry anymore. I'm here, right? I trust you. You got the awesome me by your side! And you don't have to apologize for something that stick-in-the-ass Switzy did." Prussia put a lone strand of light blonde hair that hung in front of Liechtenstein's face behind her ear. "Cheer up!" He put on that Prussian-signature smile again, along with a short yet memorable "Kesesesese!"
Liechtenstein tried to smile at the enthusiastic Prussian. She did, though it wasn't the usual savory-sweet smile that she gave, the natural smile.
"C'mon now...You can do better than that," Prussia encouraged, reaching his hand into his jacket to reach for something. He took out a white, lightly tinted red lily that he had taken somewhere around the small forest while he was searching for Liechtenstein. The only reason he took it was because...It reminded him of her. Though he didn't quite understand the feeling. In the end, Prussia handed the lily to Liechtenstein, who took it slowly out of his hand, pausing as she stared at its intricate, nature-given design. And she smiled. She finally smiled. The right way.
"Ich bin Ihnen sehr dankbar..." She whispered in the unique German accent, doing her best not to stutter as she held the white lily in her hands. Something then popped out from behind Prussia's shoulder. It was yellow and puffy...And cute. "Piyo, piyo!" It chirped. "Piyo, piyo~"
"Oh...H-He's very cute..." Liechtenstein said, giggling as she looked at the bird.
"You think so? His name's Gilbird! Pretty awesome name right?" Prussia asked ecstatically, taking the bird off of his shoulder and onto Liechtenstein's lap, which caused her to take Gilbird in her own, light and hands. She nodded as Gilbird chirped happily at the sight of her ribbon.
"...I don't know if Big Bruder would let me keep a pet...I suppose he said one time but...I didn't quite understand..." Liechtenstein said after letting Gilbird hop around on the grass and dirt ground between herself and Prussia.
"Tch, don't think about him for now. We don't want you feeling sad like that again, right? Think about something awesome! Something like-"
"Like you?" Liechtenstein joked, giggling again after she said so.
The Prussian's eyes widened a bit, and a visible shade of pink came across his cheeks. "...Y-Yeah!" He tried to sound casual again, letting out a quiet, pleased "Kesesese...~" as he and Liechtenstein played with Gilbird.
Authors Note:
So...That was short and suckish, right? *sighs* Sorry, I got busy all of a sudden and couldn't think of anything add to this.
(...And I was running out of adjectives...*goes to a thesaurus* )
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Translations (Yeah, I decided to put this up.):
Verdammt- German for damn.
Ich bin Ihnen sehr dankbar- German for I'm very grateful/thankful to you, I think...