Epilogue: One month later

England

When England opened his eyes, he automatically reached over to the other side of the bed. She wasn't there. He sat up hurriedly. There was a small imprint on the mattress from a slender body that had once been there. But the person who had made it was nowhere to be seen.

It had been one month since the ball. That night, Switzerland and England had made a compromise – Liechtenstein would spend the week with her brother and come to England's house on Friday night, staying there until Monday morning when England would drop her back to Switzerland's house. Just twelve nights so far – far too short for England's liking, but then again, he got her for half the summer. He was looking forward to that.

He could remember her first night at his house. He had lead Lili to the guest bedroom, where he had put a soft bed with a rose pink bedspread. It had its own bathroom and a full wardrobe of dresses that he thought she would like. And she did; she liked everything, at least that was what she had told him.
But that night, he had woken to the sight of a tiny figure in pale pink by his bedside. He had jumped up in shock and asked her what was wrong – she had cried and said that she didn't want to be alone, and could she stay here with him? This was beyond England's wildest dreams, so of course he had let her.
And that was how they had slept, his arms around her in a protective cocoon, every night she had stayed with him. Of course, they hadn't gotten any further than simply curling up together. But England was willing to wait.

England yawned and stretched, before getting up, grabbing his dressing gown and walking swiftly out of his bedroom and down the stairs. When he entered the kitchen, there she was; an angel in a pink nightdress, trying to fill a teapot with boiling water.

"Be careful!" England warned, coming behind her and taking the kettle. Liechtenstein jumped.
"You scared me," she breathed, turning towards him. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were bright. England drew her into a protective hug and kissed the top of her head.
"How are you, Lili?" he asked softly.
"I wanted to make you some tea," she replied, sounding sad. "But you woke up before it was ready…"
"It doesn't matter," he reassured her.
"Good," Lili giggled. "Because… I forgot how to make it…"
"What?" England held her at arms length and pretended to be shocked. "I'll just have to re-teach you."

He made the tea one-handed with the other arm clasped around Lili's waist, pressing her back to his chest. When it was ready to stew, he opened the cupboard above him and pulled out a box of scones.
"I'll get the jam and cream and cheese," said Lili, freeing herself and kissing his lips gently before hurrying to the fridge. England nodded happily before catching himself.
"Did you say cheese?"
"Yes." Liechtenstein cocked her head to one side. "What's wrong with that?"
"You can't eat cheese with scones," England chuckled.
"Why not?"
England chose not to answer this and instead crossed the kitchen in three long strides and gathered her up, lifting her off her small feet.
"Arthur…!" Lili gasped happily. England kissed her, soft at first, before deepening the kiss, making it long and passionate. A good few minutes later, they were both breathless.
"I love you, Liechtenstein," he whispered, his hard accent accentuating every word.
"Ich liebe dich, England," she breathed in lilting German. The moment was perfect.

Until a tinny version of a very familiar song began to play from Lili's nightgown pocket. Before she could react England dug the Blackberry out of the pocket and pressed a few buttons. He evidently didn't know how to work the thing.
"How the bloody hell do you pick up the call?" he muttered.
"You just did!" came the sound of Hungary's voice.
"Gah! Blimey, Hungary, you could give me some warning!"
"Why are you picking up Lili's phone?" The voice sounded slightly irritated.
"He stole it!" giggled Lili.
"I did not! It was – interrupting, shall we say…" England smiled wickedly.
"It's on speakerphone too?" Hungary now sounded dejected. "I'm still not used to Lili being carted off to your house every weekend. And I didn't know that you were – well – you know…?"

England and Liechtenstein both laughed.
"That sounds worrying…" came the voice from the phone.
"That's a bit rich, coming from the person who attacks people with frying pans when their 'private time' with Austria is disturbed!" retorted England.
"Hm, well," coughed Hungary in a slightly embarrassed tone. "Anyway, I was just phoning to tell Lili that the tae kwon do class has been brought forward to one this afternoon. So there won't be a class on Tuesday."
"Oh, thank you Hungary!" gasped Liechtenstein. "I'll need to go to Big Brother's house to pick up my uniform though…"
"I'll take you," reassured England.
"I don't want to hear this," said Hungary. "Goodbye."
"This means I'll have to see your scary brother though…"
"Big Brother should be fine now," said Lili in a worried voice.
"I'm joking," England chuckled, kissing her forehead and putting her down.

Once they were dressed and reading to go, England turned to Liechtenstein while pulling out his ever-present umbrella.
"Why do you have 'God Save the Queen' as your ring tone?"
"It was 'Oben am jungen Rhein'!" said Lili indignantly.
"Definitely 'God Save the Queen'."
"'Oben am jungen Rhein'!"
"'God save the Queen'!"
"'Oben am jungen Rhein'!"
And so it was… they had that squabble at least once every time she stayed over.

First multi-chaptered fic is DONE! It's kinda hard to write for England in the third person :/ In case you didn't know, 'Oben am jungen Rhein' is the national anthem of Liechtenstein.
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