As Italy had been telling his tale the other dinner guests had crept into the room to listen. Rome was sobbing dramatically, going on about the 'beauty of love' into Italy's shoulder, who he was now hugging. Switzerland was stony faced, as usual. Romano was grumbling about his brother's 'lame-ass clichéd bullshit' and Germany was still sitting, net to Japan, his apparent discomfort increasing.

Without any of them realizing it, it had grown late, far later than Liechtenstein (or Italy) usually was up and only Switzerland noticed her drooping eyelids. So in a very Switzerland-like manner, he fired three shots into the wall directly above Germany's head, not caring about having to repair it later although it would most likely be pricy. This caught everyone's attention rather quickly. "Everyone." He growled through clenched teeth "Out." His index finger shot towards the hallway and most of the nation left without fuss, intimidated by his wrath, excluding Rome who wanted to party til sunrise. Italy of course, stayed in the sitting room, Liechtenstein squeezing his hand. She was used to her brother's anger but she felt like this time, she had caused it. She stared down at her glossy black shoes, the knot in her stomach growing steadily. She found herself clamping down on her tongue to keep from crying. She had always been nothing but a handicap to Switzerland, from the day he found her, covered in mud, close to death. Italy glanced down at her blond head, sensing her worry. "What's wrong, mi amour?"

"Oh, nothing." She replied, trying her best to put on a smile.

"No, you aren't yourself. You can tell me." He felt her soft hand tighten in his grip. "Go on," he urged, smiling.

"I-I don't want to trouble you."

"It is no trouble to me."

"It's just about big brother. I think I might have angered him" Italy hadn't noticed anything, but then again Italy was oblivious to subtleties like that.

"You can just talk to him, no? I'm sure he will listen." Italy's solution was so clearly, obviously simple, hidden in plain sight.

"I suppose I will."

"He is family. You may not always get along but you are always there for one another." Liechtenstein let his words sink in, took a deep breath and stood up.

"Thank you. I hope we can work it out." Italy always seemed to know just what to say, it was one of his gifts, she supposed as she walked down the hallway, feet shuffling on the threadbare, carpet. She found her brother with his back leaned against the door, looking extremely exhausted. She sat down beside him, seated on her knees. "Brother." Some of the fatigue on his face evaporated when he saw her.

"Yes, what is it?"

"I-I'm worried I've upset you."

"You know that's impossible," he said, trying his best to smile through the exhaustion.

"But I acted without your permission, invited people you didn't like over and didn't stop to think how you felt about it." She choked out. Her words felt like a sharp knife digging into her. How silly she had been. How rude and disobedient. Switzerland seemed a little taken aback at her sudden rush of emotion but merely sighed.

"I suppose I am a bit annoyed. Romano doesn't go gallivanting off with random strangers without out telling Spain and nor do any of the other countries" (That was a bit of a lie) "You just…I guess I never imagined you wanted something more. I thought you were happy with just the two of us"

"I was" Liechtenstein, looking at the floor. "But..but" she choked on a sob "Italy makes me feel so special. I guess…I don't know how to describe it." She cried more powerfully now, tears flowing down her cheeks with to attempt to hold them back.

"Ah! No! Don't cry!" Switzerland said, unsure of what to say or do in a situation like this. "Everyone does something out of the ordinary sometimes. Besides, if you find someone who makes you feel…" he struggled for words, "Then you should go for them." He breathed a sigh of relief when Liechtenstein's tears faded into soft hiccups. "I can't say I like that bas-Italy but if you love him…" Liechtenstein pulled him into a hug for the second time that day.

"I still have to make it up to you brother." She whispered.

"Ah! I know! How about we give you a proper wedding ceremony!" He cringed as soon as he said it, seeing the numbers add up in his head. "I'd like to see you off."

"But that would be expensive! "She said, confused by the out-of-character offer.

"You are my sister. Price doesn't matter."

"Brother that would be lovely! We could invite everyone!"

"Well, not everyone but…wait is that crying?" Dramatic sniffs filled the room. Liechtenstein's eyes were dry which could only mean one thing. "ROME!" Switzerland yelled as he flung open the door. "I told you to go home!"

"So…wonderful…" Rome sobbed as Switzerland kicked him off the steps.

xxxxxxx

Later that night when he saw how excited Liechtenstein was about the official ceremony, the way she and Italy giggled about details like location, guests and snacks he was happy about his decision. Liechtenstein wouldn't leave him. She was still his sweet little sister. "Brother, we should have it in the garden!"

"Yes," he replied "That sounds perfect."

The story is really picking up huh? I feel like it should be wrapping up pretty soon but don't worry, I have a few more adventures in mind perhaps bringing in a few of our favorite Allies. Switzerland seemed a little OOC but I thought it fit the situation.