This story is complete fiction, none of the events described regarding countries and populations have actually happened – so no worries!

I know all you lovelies are here for the Swisstria anyway. Other pairings are implied, and this story is rated MATURE accordingly. M/M, sick!fic, hurt/comfort, violence, language, etc. Much of the sexual content occurs in later chapters.

Hey, thank you for reading!

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On a cold October day in Geneva, Switzerland . . .

Another day, another world meeting. Great.

America was rambling on again about the whole global warming hero while England fiercely shot him down. France was waiting for the perfect time to interject and piss them off. Russia sat smiling next to a silent Canada with his sisters and the Baltics on the other side of him. Sweden sat quietly on one side of Sealand while a happy Finland sat on the other, the rest of the Nordics on various sides of the couple.

China was restraining himself from slapping Korea as he babbled on to Taiwan and Hong Kong about how he invented rice balls. Japan's face was flushed pink as Greece leaned on him as he napped and Spain was infuriating an already ticked off Romano. Italy—who was being surprisingly quiet next to Germany—was twiddling a white flag between his fingers as he rested his head on the huge oak polished table in front of all of the rest of the dispersed countries of the world.

Switzerland sat in controlled indifference beside his sister Liechtenstein across from Austria, Hungary and Prussia. He paid very little attention to the rest of the world around him.

"All I'm saying is that if we did manage to make a hero big enough to surround the world—"

"No, you bloody fool!" England huffed at him. "There's no way that could work. It's the most ridiculous idea ever, even for you."

Hungary sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. Despite the complete idiocy that these meeting have been producing lately, she was enjoying herself. It was a chance to get away and to see how the other countries were doing. Lately Austria's house had been quiet and uneventful, aside from . . . Well, that was a line of thought she'd rather ignore at the moment.

The flamboyant aristocrat that she so loved had even refrained from playing his beloved piano the night before. That was nothing new, though. He always got extremely nervous before big meetings and kept himself in his room.

Glancing over, the Austrian in question sat perfectly poised like a gentleman, his hands folded neatly in his lap. One wouldn't be able to see that nervousness now, though, as he always disguised it with etiquette. He raised one of those delicately gloved hands to cover a small cough and straightened his collar. He kept his gaze on the wooden table as he returned his hand to his lap.

"Well, frankly, I think your ideas are just as stupid, Angleterre."

"You bloody frog!"

"Not cool, dude. France why don't you just go and—"

"Will all of you just shut up! We have more pressing issues at hand here today!" Germany shouted, standing up suddenly and slamming his hands down on the table. Italy jumped in fright, dropping his flag onto the floor. Hungary sighed again. One would think by now he'd be used to Germany's outbursts.

Everyone fell into silence and America sat down as the room grew still. Austria coughed.

Germany seemed to calm a little, pleased with the newfound silence, and sat back down. He eyed Spain for a moment, who quickly stopped playing with Romano's poor cheek, before starting his spiel. "Now then, we need to all talk and voice our opinions in an orderly manner."

Austria coughed again, his hand returning to his mouth. It stayed there as yet another cough shook him and he tried to control himself, not wanting to interrupt the German.

"Everyone deserves a chance to present a solution and you'll each get only ten minutes to do so, no longer."

Cough.

"America, you've already given your argument, so please sit back and be quiet."

Cough.

"When all of us have spoken we can have a group discussion afterward."

Cough cough.

"Mein Güte, Austria!" Germany exhaled angrily, turning to the aristocrat. "Do you need a drink of water or something?"

Austria shook his head, smothering his next cough in embarrassment. "My apologies, Germany. I just have—" he began quietly, pausing to cough again. "It seems I have a tickle in my throat."

Germany grumbled to himself and tossed a water bottle over to him. Hungary caught it deftly and handed it to the musician with a smile. He thanked them, nodding for Germany to continue. He didn't want the attention to be focused on him any longer, his interruption even seeming to wake Greece up from his slumber on Japan, the older country sighing in relief.

Switzerland watched all of this with a look of detachment. Liechtenstein looked up at him. She noted that, even though her brother and the Austrian were no longer friends, he still kept his watchful eyes on the man.

Not wanting to be caught being impolite, she quickly turned her gaze away. She knew that her brother was probably worrying over him and there was no way he would admit it to her, whether she asked or not. That's how he was. She shook her head at her silly thoughts.

Liechtenstein glanced across the table at Austria, which didn't seem as impolite since most everyone else was doing it, too. She saw a slight red tint float down into the liquid as he took a drink of water. She leaned forward, her eyes widening as he set the bottle down.

What is that?

She shook her head again and leaned back in her chair.

The water didn't seem to have helped. Austria immediately went into a severe coughing fit. He covered his mouth with both hands in an effort to quiet himself. Prussia gave a half-amused glance to him and Hungary patted his back rather forcefully, worried that he may be choking. Everyone stopped what they were doing to take watch the mini spectacle. It had been some time since one of them showed obvious signs of a cold.

Germany, followed by Italy, walked over to try and assist the aristocrat.

The aristocrat removed one of his hands to grab for the water again. Liechtenstein's gaze followed it, and she noticed a bright red liquid seep out from between his fingers and plop onto the polished oak.

"You're bleeding!"

Liechtenstein's sudden exclamation made the other nations visibly jump. Switzerland's shock faded sooner than most as he snapped his head back to the gentleman just in time to see the blood for himself.

Austria forced himself to stop coughing and buried his hands in his lap, away from the other nations' prying eyes. "I'm perfectly fine," he said, clearing his throat.

In a flash, Switzerland shot forward across the table and grabbed one of his arms, surprising everyone around him. He lifted the appendage and flipped his hand palm up to reveal that the glove was completely soaked in crimson.

"Tch. Liar." Switzerland's eyes narrowed.

Austria yanked his hand back. He tried to glare back at the man, but his attempt was squashed under another round of coughing. Hungary's concern rose and she stood up, gripping his shoulder tightly. She signaled to Germany and the two of them helped the musician stand up.

Austria tried to swat them away and reassure everyone in between coughs that he was, indeed, fine, but gradually gave up and let them lead him towards the door.

As soon as they reached the exit, a sudden pain ripped through his chest and Austria clutched at the front of his coat. His knees buckled beneath him and, despite his escorts, he went tumbling to the ground, landing heavily on all fours.

"Roderich!" Hungary cried out as she fell with him. Germany managed to catch himself and stood over them in a half crouching position, still holding Austria's arm.

There was an audible gasp in the room and most of the countries stood up to get a better look, Switzerland included. He stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Is he all right?" China inquired, peering around Korea to see.

"Whoa, he looks like he's hacking up a lung," America marveled.

"Don't be rude!" England smacked him upside the head.

"How about we get him some more water, oui?" France offered, walking around towards the aristocrat's abandoned bottle.

"Water won't help. It's almost like he's dying, da?" That statement earned the Russian weak glares from those around him. He continued to stare at the suffering aristocrat, smiling indifferently.

Hungary rounded on him, turning away from Austria and fixing the sadistic country with a glare. "Don't you dare say that."

Russia froze, and even Canada beside him shrunk back towards the table at her intensity. Glancing up at the Russian he saw a minuscule shiver run through the larger man. Russia averted his eyes away to stare down the row of countries at Belarus and he shivered again. The woman's gaze rivaled that of his sister's.

Austria's insistent coughing made the Hungarian turn back around, her face softening in an instant.

Blood continued to trickle through his fingers and onto the marble floor and his eyes were wide with fright. His whole body rocked from his violent coughing, his chest heaving painfully and he began to shake. It sure felt like dying, his coughs seeming to have no end in sight. The Austrian turned his head slightly to look up at Hungary, a different kind of pain shooting through his chest at her worried look.

He was causing everyone trouble. How unfortunate.

Austria could feel black begin to creep around the edge of his vision and he shook his head to try to rid himself of it. He caught the woman's gaze again.

"Take me home, bitte," Austria managed to whisper before he squeezed his eyes shut just as the darkness overtook him.

…xXx…

Switzerland ushered the mass of countries out of the room. The meeting was very appropriately canceled for the rest of the day. He sighed as the door clicked closed.

The meeting had been postponed until the next day on account of the Austrian's mysterious attack. The Swiss' eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, wondering what it is that could have made Austria's health deteriorate in such a short amount of time. He wanted to know if that fool was going to be okay, or if what Russia had said had some truth to it.

The blond shook his head, cursing himself for getting all worked up. He focused on calming himself and turned to face the empty conference room.

Liechtenstein sulked a few meters away from him, quietly mopping up the blood on the floor. She had begged him to let her go help Hungary take the musician home, but he told her there was no reason for her to help the Austrian.

Switzerland walked over to her and set his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort the small country. She stared up at him, her big jade eyes shining with tears. He took the mop from her gently.

"Come on, Lilli," he murmured at her sad face. "Don't be like this. You know why I didn't let you go with them."

Liechtenstein nodded, wiping at her eyes. "I know. It's because we're neutral. I'm just worried about Mr. Austria. Every time I see him he's always so nice to me."

Switzerland tensed a bit at that, his eye twitching with minor annoyance. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to control his rising irritation.

Austria had always been a gentleman ever since he'd known him, and even after their separation years ago he hasn't changed one bit. He was still the same pansy aristocrat who wore flashy old clothes and spent most of his days making music instead of fighting for himself. Oh, how the Swiss was grateful that they weren't allies anymore. Everything that the Austrian man did ticked him off. Sometimes he wished he could just punch the musician square in the face . . .

"—you, big brother?"

Switzerland's opened his eyes, realizing that Liechtenstein had been speaking to him. He glanced down to see his sister looking up at him with expectance. He shook his head, clearing his earlier thoughts. "I'm sorry, Lilli, I wasn't listening. What did you ask me?"

"I said that you were pretty concerned about Mr. Austria, too, right, big brother?" Liechtenstein asked carefully. "I mean, earlier when he was coughing you looked so worried. And then with what Mr. Russia said, you had a scary look on your face—like you were going to hit him. Or am I wrong?"

Switzerland's face heated up at her accusation and his shock made him stutter. "W-Well, I—uh, of course you're wrong!" He turned away from her, trying to regain his composure. "There's no way in hell I care for that idiot!"

"I did not say that you cared for him, just that you were worried like everyone else," Liechtenstein said innocently.

Switzerland's flush deepened and he was thankful that she couldn't see his face. He couldn't stop his heart from racing. Dammit! he thought, Get a hold of yourself! It's not like she was implying anything about you. Calm down before you say something you'll regret! He smacked his forehead to try to clear his thoughts.

The Swiss startled slightly when small arms snaked around him, and he stared out of the far window.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anybody," Liechtenstein said quietly behind him. "I can understand why you would be concerned. You two used to be such close friends, growing up together and fighting together and all."

Switzerland couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. It had been him that did most of the fighting and rescuing. He sighed, unwrapping his sister's arms from around him and turning to face her. The blond man gave her a firm look.

"For the last time, I am not concerned about that fool," he insisted, handing her back the mop. "Now, let's get this cleaned up so we can go home."

Your blush says otherwise, Liechtenstein thought to herself, not quite brave enough to say it aloud. She returned to her mopping, not willing to push the subject any further. She watched as Switzerland quickly began to wipe the smear of blood off of the table where Austria had been sitting.

It was silent for a few moments before she spoke again. "Big brother?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you think we could . . ." Liechtenstein trailed off, suddenly nervous. "Never mind."

Switzerland looked up from the table. "What is it?"

"Could we visit Mr. Austria's house afterward? Just to see if he's okay?" she asked quickly. The girl closed her eyes and tensed, preparing herself for her brother's immediate answer which would be more than likely a no.

"Fine."

Liechtenstein perked up. She whipped around to see her brother absorbed in his cleaning and beamed, clapping her hands together happily. "Really? Oh, thank you! I'll make your favorite dinner tonight!" She swiftly returned to her mopping, wanting to get the chore done as quick as possible.

A small smile crossed Switzerland's features and he sighed. "Yeah, yeah."

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Angleterre - England

Mein Güte - My goodness

Oui - Yes

Da - Yes

Bitte - Please

And we're off!