Author Note: Let me answer a few questions asked on the first chapter. First, here is the blurb that inspired me: In Liechtenstein's last military engagement in 1886, none of its 80 soldiers were killed. In fact, 81 returned, including a new Italian 'friend'"
I also went a little off canon and boosted Liechtenstein's age up so it wouldn't be a creepy relationship.
Italy looked at the gun in Switzerland's hand and realized it was directed at him. He immediately hopped behind a nearby chair so he could not be seen except for his hand which waved around a white flag (which seemed to have appeared out of thin air) "Please Mr. Switzerland!" He cried "I don't mean any harm!" The flag flapped furiously.
"Like hell you do!" Switzerland replied. His eyes narrowed. He looked at his target. The chair- or rather the person hiding behind it. He was about to pull the trigger when he felt a delicate hand on his wrist. Liechtenstein. She looked up at his, her bright green eyes trying to hold back tears. "Brother, please" she whispered. Usually Switzerland took his sister's actions into account but this- this was unacceptable. "No" he replied coldly, trying not to look down at the innocent face- he knew she would make him melt. Then Switzerland heard her say, in a barely audible voice that was close to breaking into tears "Please. For me." He lowered the firearm.
Italy's head popped up from behind the chair. "Oh thank you Mr. Switzerland! Thank you so much! I will give you a hug and be your maid and-"
"Cut the crap." Switzerland said roughly. "You can get out from behind there." Italy stepped out and ran to his, brother-in-law, attempting to give him a hug but was pushed roughly off. He then turned to Liechtenstein and gave her a kiss. Switzerland stiffened and looked away. "Brother." Liechtenstein said, once she had pulled away from Italy. "Why don't we have dinner together so you can get to know Italy a bit better" She smiled sweetly at Switzerland and he knew he couldn't refuse. "Fine." Italy grinned at him and began to blabber on again "Thank you so much! I can cook and make pasta and-" Once again he was cut off but this time it was by Switzerland slamming the door. "I will be back at 7 for dinner" he called out behind him.