Note, I don't own a damn thing from Hetalia. My OC's inspired by Deviant Art's fir3h34rts pictures. Personalities created by yours truly.

I personally suggest reading my other fic A Day At Irelands House. It sets up the relationship between my two OC's and their personalities in general.

Please enjoy My second Hetalia fanfiction

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Chapter 1 : Mistaken

Switzerland

It was going to be a normal day as a neutral country. Vash was going about his day, shopping in town for dinner. Usually he would have his sister close in hand, but not today. She said she needed time for 'Something'. Vash knew that his sister was preparing another one of her presents. He always treasured the presents, no matter how embarrassing they were. He was searching through the soda aisle, trying to decide between Coco-Cola and the generic store brand Cola. He started putting down the marginally more expensive brand …It's not like you can really tell the difference. Just as he was about to set it down he saw his former friend Austria. A ping of anger went through him as he quickly swapped his opinion on the soda On the other hand… Lili does deserve the best he justified to himself. Vash was able to escape the market without further confrontation.

Vash was walking through the streets of the small town letting his mind wonder. He remembered back to the day he first met Lily. Beautiful little Lili.

It was a cold day over the Alps. It was raining hard in the town near his house, he didn't really mind, he enjoyed the rain. He was going through the ally's looking for a more efficient way home. The faster he was the less energy he needed, the less energy he needed the less food he needed to eat, the less food he ate, the less he needed to buy. Thus; saving money.

At one point he was coming out of an alleyway. He was thinking mathematically, cost-benefit for everything. Even his relationship with Austria was cost of time with him compared to the benefit of happiness.

Then he it all came to a screeching halt. His entire mindset shutdown. In front of him was a girl, hair in braids, her cloths tattered. She looked helpless and weak. Like so many others during that war. He had a want…no a need. To help her. And not thinking for a moment that she should ever pay him back. Only that he wanted to help her

"Hey…Are you all right?"

Slowly her eyes opened God her beautiful eyes looking up at him with an ever growing sense of hope. After that they were as close as could be. He made sure that she was taken care of, even having her move into his mansion. She became the most important thing in his life.

Switzerland passed by a small flower shop. He looked at the small assortments of flowers. No… It's a ridiculous thought. He looked at an bouquet of lilies. He bit his lip debating on whether or not to get them. They look so beautiful… just like her the women behind the stand looked at him curiously "Um… Sir? Would you like anything?"

He ended up getting the flowers carrying them carefully in one hand, everything else in the other This was a ridiculous idea, she doesn't think of me that way he sighed considering tossing the flowers into the near by bush. No… that would be wasteful… I can still give them as a gift… a… he sighed a brotherly gift.

He continued up the small hill, his manor in sight. He looked down at the lilies in his hand and clenched his hand into a fist around them. No… No not anymore… I can do this. I can't just be her 'bruder' anymore. With his new found resolve her gripped the handle and… nothing. He stood there for a moment, a small bead of sweat going down his face. Just gotta turn this… then finally…He closed his eyes and turned the knob, his heart beating like crazy. He had tried this several times before. Each time he decided against it before he got home. In town. On the driveway. But the door. He had never made it to the door before.

He walked in quietly to the manor, silently closing the door behind him. The mansion as normal was relatively silent with the exception of his boots on the hardwood floor. The house was nearly absent of dust, the cleaners were there only a few days ago (a sound investment, if it kept Lili from getting sick). He dropped off his groceries, the flowers in hand. He walked through the house heading to the living room. He often found Lili in there at this time of day, doing one thing or another. He got to the room, his hand trembling at this point You can do this… you can do this…He forced his hand to grab the knob and open the door as silently as possible. Inside of the room was a couple of nice reading chairs, a fireplace, and a nice television. The fireplace wasn't being used at the time since it was a warm summers day.

Then he saw her. Her back was turned to him, she appeared to be reading a book. The ribbon still in her hair, even after all these years. It gave him a little confidence. She hadn't noticed him yet so he took a silent breath. He walked over to her, his footsteps silent by the carpeting. He went over to her and looked away, giving her the flowers immediately, looking away from her "h-here Lili, I got these w-while I was out today" he said awkwardly. He felt like he may have a heart attack before he could tell her everything. "But you know I di-didn't" he took n a breath "didn't just get them c-cause I'm your brother" he wasn't looking at her still, he waited for her to ask him what he was talking about, but it never came. He went down on his knees to be at eyelevel with his sister, still avoiding her, just seeing her out of the corner of his eyes "e-ever since I first saw you… I knew I loved you…" he said hearing a light gasp from his sister. "a-and not in a brother and sister kind of way…" he said once again leaving a gap of time. He thought she would have talked by now, even with how shy she was; even that horrid word 'Bruder' would be a welcome at this point. "Lili…" Aw… screw it, what was it that England said? In for a penny…

Switzerland put his hand around the back of her head. Closed his eyes. And leaned in to kiss her. He missed at first, merely pecking her cheek. He quickly corrected himself and this time got her on the lips, starting to kiss her deeply.

He expected at first that she wouldn't react with the same enthusiasm, but would return the feeling sooner or later.

Only it didn't happen. Not only did she not return the feeling, she started pushing away. He felt his heart utterly sink as she struggled to get free. Ya he expected her to not return the feeling but… this was Lichtenstein, he thought at worst she would politely wait until he pulled away. He sighed taking away his lips from hers. He looked down and for the first time noticed the odd cloths she was wearing. A dim colored green skirt and a light white blouse. Rather revealing in comparison to the petticoats she usually wore. Same flat chest as usual (maybe slightly more 'enhanced'). Finally he looked up at her face. And realized what the problem was.

This was not Lichtenstein.

Same blonde hair cut, same innocent face. Same kind outlook. But this was not her. This girl had slightly bushier eyebrows, two ribbons in her hair, and a profound combination of utter embarrassment and confusion. Her entire face was a deep shade of red looking just about ready to pass out. Suddenly her eyes looked away from him, towards the doorway.

Switzerland looked to where she was looking. There stood two people, one was his little sister, looking surprised and something that Switzerland couldn't put a finger on. Next to her was someone closer to his side. A brunette man in a green military uniform and a white shirt. He was holding a tray with a teapot and cups, a small whisp of steam coming from the teapot. The tray was trembling with anger. He looked angry… no more furious… wait, murderous! That's the word he was looking for. He spoke with a barely contained growl at Switzeralnd, then he realized who it was, it was England's brother "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER" Ireland.

…In for a pound…

End of Part 1

And that is the first chapter for my second Hetalia fic. I hope it came across well. I rather enjoyed writing this up. If you havn't read my other fic as suggested. The girl Switzerland kissed was Irelands adopted sister, Bermuda. Please review, it fuels my motivation :D