The Sun was just barely peeking out from behind the last clouds of the night when there was a banging on the door. Several days had passed since that fateful dinner party but Switzerland wasn't ready for more guests by any stretch of the imagination. When the pounding persisted he grudgingly got up and shuffled towards the door. He heard hushed voices from his sister's room as he passed her closed door. She had always been an early riser, making him filling breakfasts of eggs and fresh fruits. Italy, on the other hand was a late sleeper and not to mention a sleep talker. Liechtenstein delighted in this quirk and found it endlessly amusing to have 'conversations' with him while he was dozing. She was still so childish in aspects like this he found it hard to believe she was actually married now.
He realized he was at the front door so he pulled it open as it squeaked in protest. As soon as he saw who was waiting for him he regretted it. France stood there, grinning in a way he probably thought was seductive but everyone else just found creepy. America was behind him, dragging along an irritable looking England. "What the hell are you doing here?" The Swiss man spat.
"Ohnononononon! We're here to help with the wedding of course! You didn't think you could hide it from us did you? I've volunteered to design your sister's dress." France said, flipping his hair over his shoulder.
"Dude, I'm doing the decorations! I've got this awesome inflatable bouncy house in my garage!" America squealed, excited for a party of any sort.
"I suppose I will be preparing food." England huffed. Switzerland rubbed his temples, trying to prevent the headache he knew was coming.
"We don't want your help."
"Of course you do!" America responded "A hero always helps!"
"Then why did you come so early?" Switzerland grumbled
"Well, a guy I once knew said 'early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and…smart' or something like that" America said.
"There is so much to do!" France chirped attempting to push past Switzerland, who was blocking the doorway.
"You're not getting in that easily, perv."
"Oh, we came all this bloody way," England whined "I'm missing tea for this!" It was evident the trio wouldn't be leaving anytime soon and even Switzerland wasn't up for a fight at this hour so he gave up and let them in. Not even a fleet of tanks armed to the teeth could stop France when he set his mind to something. "Just be quiet. Others are still sleeping. Just like I was." Switzerland grumbled, his voice dripping with resentment.
They didn't listen very well though, slamming cabinets in search of food, flipping loudly through France's fashion magazines and debating petty matters. It was no wonder two figures appeared on the steps only a few minutes later, one rubbing his eyes sleepily, the other giggling in confusion. They were both in wrinkled pajamas. Switzerland noticed Italy's looked very similar to the pair his sister had made for him.
"Oh, there you are!" France cried, looking up from his stack of Vogue. "It must have been a late night" he said, winking suggestively while Switzerland turned a bright red behind him. He had been trying his best not the think about what married couples did and as of late, he was failing miserably. He shuddered and returned to yelling at the others.
"Mr. France, it's a bit early, don't you think?" his sister said sweetly.
"Love doesn't wait," The Frenchman replied, gesticulating dramatically. "We've become your wedding committee." Liechtenstein laughed softly at the idea of those three accomplishing anything. She figured it would be best if she got out of the way before all hell broke loose.
"I should go make breakfast. We have some nice apples from the garden. Italy's still waking up and food always helps him." No one objected to the idea of a hot meal and the small blond dashed off.
The six of them were seated around the table, all devouring the food a breakneck speeds. Noise filled the room, making it feel much livelier than the meals the two siblings usually shared. "Mr. Poland and Miss Hungary were going to take me out this afternoon." Liechtenstein said in her delicate voice. "They also wanted to help with the wedding."
"Wonderful!" France replied "I'll get them right away!"
"Y-you really don't have to." She responded
"Nonsense!"
"You really don't have to," Switzerland hissed, glaring at him.
"Guuuuys," America interjected, vying for attention "What about me and my cool decorations?" Three of the six nations responded with a collective 'shut up!' and he fell silent quickly, moping about his rejection.
"Mr. England just can't be cook. He burns his pasta and it tastes like ashes!" Italy said when the topic of food came up. There was no doubt going to be a fair amount of Italian cooking at the reception and Italy wanted it to be done right.
"I wasn't the one who asked for the job!" England said indignantly "You came banging at my house at some ridiculous hour" he hollered at France. Switzerland was having a growing sense of déjà vu and instinctively reached for is trusty gun only to remember that he was in his pajamas and his gun was on his nightstand. He had stopped sleeping with it a few months ago when Liechtenstein worried about the dangers of having a gun in one's bed. His sister and Italy were also still in pajamas he noted. Liechtenstein noticed her brother's growing frustration and suggested the three of them go get dressed ant then regroup in the garden. Everyone agreed and soon they were sitting by a patch of orange flowers.
Liechtenstein was wearing a green dress and Italy was simply dressed in a button-down shirt and pants. Switzerland, as usual was in full military dress.
France was quite vocal about his ideas (as he had been to many a wedding) and Liechtenstein could barely get in a word about her opinions.
"Ah," she tried but wasn't heard over the clamor."Mr. France?" she tried again but still to no avail. Finally she tugged on France's sleeve and he noticed her.
"Mr. France, Mr. America, Mr. England, I don't want to be rude b-but your ideas are a bit too fancy and expensive for my tastes. Perhaps you three would like to work together on the guest list instead?" England seemed none too pleased about having to spend more time with the other two but America though it would be 'super cool' and France seemed rather unfazed at his demotion.
"Of course! Between the three of us, we know all the best people! We will stop in later once we've completed our work! And of course, if you need any advice, ask me" he replied, winking (which was beginning to get on Switzerland's nerves- then again nearly everything bothered him). Switzerland sighed in relief as they walked away from the garden. He was glad Liechtenstein had managed to get them out of his hair. He had gotten himself into quite a crazy mess.
I only wrote the Allies I felt comfortable writing. Next we'll see how Liechtenstein's shopping trip goes! I got the idea for an ItaLiech fanfiction after this in which Liechtenstein can see the future, which is horrifying and has to prevent it. Does that sound like something you'd want to read?