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Falling Slowly

Belgium was lost…again. It was the second time she'd gotten lost after staying at a local hotel for only two days. If she could survive another four days there without getting lost, she promised herself that she would memorize a floor plan of the place.

She had meant to meet up with Hungary at the music room to discuss their plans for the afternoon and listen to Austria play the piano. It was a favorite pastime of Hungary and everyone knew that Austria enjoyed playing, especially for her.

She sighed as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair, green eyes trained on the ground. It was almost impossible to tell the difference from hallways she'd been too and those she hadn't, each had the same blood colored floors and cream colored walls.

She took a sharp turn left, hoping that she would find her war to the music room. She had already texted Eliza telling her that she was hopelessly lost and needed rescuing.

The Hungarian at first laughed it off sending her a laughing emoji making, Belgium flush a shade of pink in anger and embarrassment. However, Hungary sent another text saying that she'd send someone to help her.

She prayed to god that Elizaveta wouldn't send Austria. The Austrian was a gifted musician and (at times) an obnoxious aristocrat but he had a terrible sense of direction. Rumor had it that he had once gotten lost in a grocery store. A freaking grocery store… it was the stupidest place to get lost in and yet he had managed it.

She slowed her pace, and then eventually came to a halt. She'd reached a dead end…again.

"Ugh," she groaned in frustration. At this rate, she was never going to make it to the music room, much less back to her own room.

She turned herself around and began to march back. She hummed a song to herself in hopes of calming her nerves. She always got so tense whenever she got lost. It always felt like someone was watching, and not watching in the good way

Her brother, Lars, would have scolded her lightly and asked her to stop. Lovino would have started mumbling cruses until she stopped humming. And, Antonio and Feliciano would have joined her; Feli might have even started dancing.

She abruptly stopped her humming as she reached an intersection. Left or right? It was a simple question, really. But, which way should she choose?

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She didn't want to get herself more lost than she already was. But at the same time, she didn't want to stay still.

She rocked on the heels of her feet and made a popping noise with her lips.

Which way to turn? Which way? Which way?

"Miss Belgium?" a small voice called from the right-side hallway.

"Liechtenstein?" she called in a reply as she began to make her to the right side hallway.

She picked up her pace turning from walking to jogging and eventually to running-down the hallway. That was until she ran into a green clad, stern faced figure, sending both of them to the ground with on the top.

"I'm so sorry," she said her words running into each other. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks in embarrassment. "I wasn't looking. I was in a hurry and-"

"It's fine," the figure, a man, said his voice strained, from beneath her. "Now, could you please get off me?"

She pulled herself off the man, patting herself down. She offered the man a hand which he ignored causing her to blush even more. She bet by now that her face was as red as Spain's tomatoes.

It was Switzerland that she had run into. Switzerland, who was brushing himself off frowning at his current state, had turned to face Lichtenstein.

He wore his green military get-up, a Swiss army cross stitched on his right sleeve. His white cap covered his blonde hair going a little below his ears. He lacked his gun which he always seemed to have with him and was scowling at his disheveled condition.

He looked up at her for a moment and their eyes locked. Belgium averted her eyes but couldn't help but notice the barest blush on his cheeks.

Lichtenstein, quickly sensing the awkward tension between the two, intervened.

"Ummm…Miss Belgium, Miss Hungary sent big Bruder and I to help you," the small nation said her wide green eyes on her brother.

"Thank you," Belgium murmured.

So, Lichtenstein gave necessary directions, her mouth moving issuing soft words. But Belgium could get her mind off of Switzerland, who stood un-movingly beside the young nation.

And as they parted ways, she couldn't help but smile. She had made Switzerland blush.

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Switzerland walked briskly down the hall, not looking back at Erika who was behind him. He could feel her eyes staring at the back of his head.

His heart had jumped when Belgium had landed on top of him. It was wrong to think that, he knew. And the Netherlands would kill him if he found out about what he was thinking.

But, he had to admit, Belgium was pretty, with her golden blonde hair and jade green eyes. There was a fierce determination around her giving the impression that she could hold her own. And the way she smiled nervously and blushed with her eyes down, trained on the floor made him feel light. In fact it made him think of…

He slapped himself in the face causing Lichtenstein to stop abruptly.

"Pull in together," he muttered to himself.

He turned to Lichtenstein who was staring up at him expectantly.

"Are you alright big Bruder?" she asked large green eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine," he sighed in reply. "Just do me a favor, Erika."

The girl nodded.

"Don't fall in love, okay?"

He looked down at Lichtenstein. She seemed hesitant about her answer. After all, promising not to fall in love was a big promise.

"All right. I'll try," she replied finally.

He nodded content with her answer. No girl would be before his little sister, never.

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AN: Okay, so this one-shot series is going to be surrounding the under appreciated couple of SwissBel. I adore it and it's so fun to write. Other couples may be mentioned but it won't be emphasized. Updates for this will be slow since I have two other amazing stories that you should check out going, which are Innocent Until Proven Guilty and Can't Smile Without You.

Well, thanks for reading! R&R!