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At first, Lili had looked up at the sky, and she felt a bit light, a bit empty.
She had stared into the white mass of clouds above her, her calm green eyes reflecting on the situation.
She, the little nation of Liechtenstein, always protected by her brother and never been in any war, was now here.
In this big land everyone knew, this mighty world power.
The stories of the bloody battles and fighting, all the things that had happened here, when Lili looked into the eyes of an old lady, carrying her grandchild, she saw the dullness in them.

Those eyes, looking up to the sky, not with a spark of hope, they had seen enough.
They knew socialism had failed; the realisation of how bad things were going to get was forcing it's way in their minds.
All of them looked so tired, but they were waiting.
Perhaps for events to turn, maybe everything wasn't lost yet?

Her head felt light; she was a bit dizzy and entered an old café.
Politely, she asked with her few words of Russian for a drink.
The young man behind the bar smiled a bit and handed her a cup of warm tea.
When Lili wanted to take out her money he shook his head "Nyet (нет), keep money."
She blinked confused but gave him a warm smile, "Spasibo (спасибо)."

It wasn't the quality of the tea that made it taste better; it was the man who had not cared for the few coins from a little, foreign girl and had given her a bright smile even though this was another hard day.
She sat down and stared at the people on the streets without really looking at them.
Her eyes wandered over the abandoned buildings and dirty streets.
It didn't look like people cared for anything anymore, they didn't bother to clean regularly or replace old or broken stuff.

What was she going to do?
She knew why she was here, but not how she was going to reach her goal, when and for how long.
Her heart ached a bit when she thought about Prussia; she knew where to look for him, but not where he was exactly.
Somewhere in the middle of a huge forest was the house of a certain communist supposed to be, where all he also kept what he claimed to be his.
She got up and gave the empty cup back while smiling a last time to the man.

The sharp, cold wind sneered over her, a few snowflakes already falling down.
Liechtenstein knew in what poor situation she was, but she hadn't been able to avoid it.
She hadn't had the possibility to bring any baggage with her.
Switzerland would've noticed and stopped her from going away; she carried only one bag with some clothing and money.

Now it was up to her, she had to find the man she had ached for so badly, the man that made her so crazy she eventually left all safety behind her to visit him.
Lili knew very well Russia could see this as an attack and start an invasion towards her and Vash, but she hoped he wouldn't even notice her presence too much.
She took a deep breath and stared far ahead; Lili could almost hear him calling her; she could feel her heart beating faster.
Her heart seemed to know, she was no longer miles away; she walked at a fast pace now, trying to be optimistic about this.

After two days of walking, Lili had spent not even half of her money on food and a little hotel.
But she was feeling lighter in her head with every passing hour; every step she took seemed to take away a bit of sanity.
She coughed, her hands were trembling and her body felt cold.
Her sweater was tightly wrapped around her fine body but it barely warmed her, even the coat she bought for little money wasn't helping much.
All her thoughts and feelings were frozen; she only kept looking ahead and walking.

When suddenly, her heart skipped a beat; there in the distance she saw a big forest.
She felt a spark of hope light up; she was getting closer.
Liechtenstein started walking faster, soon entering the forest.
Luckily she was a nation and could stand much more then humans could.
She had been walking for days with a minimum of food and barely some sleep, but she could almost feel the warmth of his body against hers.

It was this bit of warmth that lightened up in her heart that kept her going, that kept her warm.
Sadly enough it wasn't a big flame, it soon felt like the last bits of heat embers would give one.
Snow seemed to have cooled every feeling and dominated the land.
The thick layer of snow that covered the ground cracked a little underneath her tiny feet, but she couldn't feel them anymore.
In the beginning Lili had shivered a bit and by now her body was shivering violently; but she didn't seem to care about that.
Her breath formed white clouds in the air.

White, white, everything was white.
She was already getting sick of the constant image of white with the few dark brown stripes of the trees.
Everything was white, like death and emptiness.
She had always seen white as a pure and even a sovereign colour; but this huge country made it the most desperate colour of all.

She had eventually lost track of time, the only thought running through her head was walking and to continue walking.
Her steps had become slower and her mind was almost a completely blank page.
Lili had not noticed how dark the evening had painted the sky and suddenly she stopped walking.
There was no hotel, nothing around her, she realised, where she could hide from the darkness, not even a single sign of live.

Her trembling body lost balance and she fell against a big tree; she tried to keep herself standing but sadly enough her legs gave in.
Quickly she tried to grab a big branch to steady herself with but her movement was sluggish and slow.
She couldn't feel her body anymore; everything was numb.
The snowflakes were whooshing through the trees, covering her small body as if they were desperately trying to erase the contrast she made in the white.
For a second she swore she saw someone; a tall man, mainly dressed in grey clother, the two dark grey eyes seemed to be piercing through her from his wrinkled face before he vanished in the snow.
He had looked like a tough, elder man; she didn't know who he was.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus but her thoughts were scattered into senseless puzzles.
Where was she? How did she get here? What was she supposed to do?
There were only two things that remained clear in her mind.
The face of Prussia, his flashing red eyes; she was searching for them in the midst of the white scene.
And one memory that suddenly hit her.

It was rain that had splattered on her fragile body back then, in that little street.
Those years ago, when she had been incredibly weak and on the verge of death.
Nobody would've remembered her; Liechtenstein was so unimportant, nobody would've cared.
She had fallen on the ground and waited for death to come; her eyes closed and her mind blank.
Now lying on the cold snow that covered her as a blanket of death, she waited; her eyes closed.

But instead of death, there came a young man, dressed in simple clothes.
She heard his footsteps softly echo through the empty streets.
And instead of death, there came a young man, dressed in thick, warm clothes.
She heard his footsteps crunching through the snow
Liechtenstein had raised her head and stared vaguely to the figure in front of her.
The wind had played with the man's blonde hair and he bent down to her.
Lili carefully raised her head and stared confused at the figure in front of her.
The snow mixed into his white hairs and his pale skin; he was barely visible.
For a few seconds she just observed the man's face, pity was visible in his eyes.
They were filled with empathy and hidden kindness, a vivid green.
For a few seconds she and the person only looked at each other, until he suddenly gasped, realisation melting through his shocked face.
His eyes were filled with outrage and panic, despair and then action, a fiery red.

The colour she would never forget.
"L-Lili? Lilichen?" His rough voice was trembling a bit.
He would've known what to do; he lived here for quite a while now.
But seeing the little girl in this state erased all the possibilities he could think of.
She was shivering violently, her lips, ears and fingers bluish and her skin cold and white like porcelain.

Hypothermia was a horrible thing, he immediately had recognised it.
From the three stages of severity, she was definitely in the second, and on her way to the third.
This was getting severe; his fingertips stroked her cheeks while he stared at her cloudy eyes.

Something snapped in his head; if he didn't do something now, he'd regret it.
Hypothermia was too serious to ignore, certainly when the victim was in the moderate stage and already going to the severe one.
He scooped her up and carried her bridal style.
The big house he was forced to live in was nearby, though he ran as fast as his legs allowed him.

The door slammed against the walls when he ran into the huge building.

"Lithuania! Verdammt! Come quickly!" he cried out with all his power, panting and gasping for more air.
His lungs burned in his chest while his heart beat firmly and the incredible amount of tension prickled his veins.

"Mister Prussia? You call- Oh no! What happened?" Lithuania stared at the girl in Prussia's hands; it looked like he was holding a dead body.
The only sign of life was her body sometimes suddenly violently trembling in what looked like a short spasm.
"Who gives a shit about what happened! Do something!" he yelled out stressed.
"Lay her on the couch, carefully! She may not move too much!" Prussia's arms were trembling a bit as he did what Lithuania told him, just not her, anybody, but not her.

Lithuania closed the door and other doors to make sure there was no cold air coming in; Prussia had fallen on his knees next to that one girl he had thought about so many lonely nights.
She was breathing, but her skin was still bluish white and her eyes closed.
"Is she conscious?" Toris stood next to Prussia who softly nudged her cheek and shook his head.
Toris looked around, there was no one near them; Russia had gone to God knows where while Estonia and Latvia had gone to do groceries.

"Prussia, we have to remove her clothes, she has to be dry because any fluids will cool her down."
For a moment there was silence, then Gilbert carefully started taking off her jacket, muttering a silent "Es tut mir leid" under his breath, so silently only he heard it.
He felt a bit disrespectful towards her; although he knew that he would normally love to tear off a woman's clothing.
Liechtenstein looked too innocent, too different from those others to just do such ruthless things.
He couldn't perfectly find a word for it, but she looked wise and serious, even though she was cute he didn't want to treat her like an object.
She was like a tiny piece of gold surrounded by big parts of metal; there was a lot more metal and it was bigger, you could use it for a lot of things.
But the little spark of gold was what you wanted to hang around your neck and always carry it, close to your heart.

Toris took of her shoes and socks but stood up after that, "A-ah, mister Prussia, you can continue and I'll bring some blankets. You'll have to warm her with body heat, but not her arms and legs because the cold blood will go to the heart and brain which will worsen things. Focus on the head, neck, chest and groin, ogi?"

Lithuania walked off and returned quickly with a few blankets, two for underneath the cold girl, because the couch was soaked, and another two for over her and Prussia.
Then he turned away to go back doing his chores, just before he left them alone he looked back at Prussia and caught his attention, "Sir Prussia, please call me when she wakes up. She might be awake but she'll need a warm drink and food to warm her up more and get her energy on a higher level, ogi?"
"Ja, ja. Danke Litauen", Prussia mumbled back while unbuttoning his shirt.

He checked the room before he took of his pants and nestled himself against the white girl that was only wearing a little bra and panties.
Gilbert had hoped a moment like this would've happened under better circumstances; he had dreamed about such a moment sometimes and had wanted to kiss every inch of her tender skin.
He wanted to caress her slim body and press his nose in her soft, nice smelling hair.
But he didn't think about that now; Prussia shivered a bit when he felt how cold she was, it reminded him of the snow, and a certain Russian he prefered not to think about.
He laid his head against her neck and felt his nose touching her cold skin.
Lili's whole body was cold, even the breath she exhaled wasn't warm.
He pressed his chest against her flat belly and had his arms wrapped around her.

If someone would walk in, they'd think very different things from the position he was taking.
But to his this moment was almost like a dream; was this even reality?
Was she really lying in his arms now?
He pressed her fragile body more firmly against him; "In meinen Armen halte ich dich schön warm"
His mind had calmed down and he waited for her to wake up as he mumbled,
"Ich habe dich vermisst, kleine Prinzessin."

Nyet (нет) is Russian for No
Spasibo (спасибо) is Russian for Thank you
Verdammt is German for Damn
Es tut mir leid is German for I'm sorry
Ogi is Lithuanian for Yes.
Ja, ja. Danke Litauen, is German for Yes, yes. Thanks Lithuania.
In meinen Armen halte ich dich schön warm, Is German for In my arms I hold you nice and warm, and a line of the song "You'll be in my heart - Phil Collins", German version "Dir gehört mein Herz"
Ich habe dich vermisst, kleine Prinzessin, is German for I missed you, little princess.
Lilichen, you can add '-chen' to some names in German, it would mean you like the person very much. (Maybe like –kun or –chan in Japanese? I don't know the fine details)

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