Thank you for reading! I had a request for a SwitzerlandxFem America story. Where Switzerland doesn't like America, but America likes him.

Some angst.

I own nothing. Rated M for later chapters.

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She wasn't stalking him.

She was America, and she didn't do that. Besides it would be so creepy. No, she was simply watching him from a distance.

A large distance, so she required the binoculars. It was simply a necessity for the act of watching him. However, why she was watching him was a touch more personal.

She cleared her throat softly. Okay, she was just going to watch for a teensy bit longer and then she'd go home. He'd never know she was in his borders and everything would continue on as it always had.

Texas rested peacefully on America's head as she stared at Switzerland. It was a strange set of circumstances that had led her to crushing on the nation. There was something about his 'Back off' stare that made her want to give a fit of giddy laughter.

He was such an enterprising nation and he handled his finances well. That was something worth commending, but honestly, America just liked him.

She had liked him since they'd established relations in 1853. Since then they'd had a steady sort of relationship with the European Free Trade Association, where they'd done business. Business was one of the very few areas in which their paths crossed. America had exports to Switzerland that included gold, pharmaceutical products, art and antiques, optic and medical instruments, machinery, along with agricultural products.

In return, the U.S.A imported from Switzerland pharmaceutical products, optic and medical instruments, clocks and watches- which when she'd tried to make a joke about that he'd been furious-, machinery, jewelry and diamonds, and once again, agricultural products.

They visited each other's land for business so often, that Switzerland agreed to take part in the Visa Waiver Program. It allowed his nationals to travel to the United States for certain business or tourism purposes for up to 90 days without needing a visa.

He even had an embassy in Washington.

So yes, it would be accurate to say that America had a slightly large crush on him.

But, only slightly.

Like when she was watching him from a distance because every time they ended up speaking it turned out that she made an utter moron out of herself.

She didn't mean to. It sort of always just happened that way.

He was so nice to his sister country, but he wouldn't spare a kind word for America to save her life. She knew he didn't like her, but she always rather hoped that one day they might actually-

"America?" A sweet voice questioned from behind her.

The larger nation stilled. Her hands frozen to the binoculars. She knew that voice. Crrrraaaaaap.

"H-hey Lichtenstein," she said with forced cheerfulness and an nervous laugh.

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?"

"Yes, What are you doing? Are you alright America?"

"Yeah. Of course... I was just...bird watching," she said enthusiastically leaning full tilt into the spur of the moment lie.

"Bird watching? America," Lichtenstein said with a happy voice, "I did not realize you had such an interesting hobby."

Sweet little Lichtenstein was, in America's opinion, handed the world's most ironic handicap is she found bird watching interesting. they were birds, they cleaned their feathers, they sang, they ate, and they pooped. Not really a lot of fascinating things happening there. Honestly, they were freaking birds. How the hell was that even a hobby?

"Thank you," America said politely, refusing to look away from the binoculars lest she lose the pretense. Man, this was horribly embarrassing. She just needed to get through this and then Lichtenstein would be on her merry way. America could then discreetly head home before Switzerland got his shotgun.

Yes. it was an excellent plan.

"What do you see?"

Or... it was. It was an excellent plan.

"What?" America asked, trying not to internally panic.

"What bird are you watching?" The sweet and innocent voice asked politely.

ANNNNNDDD... now America was at the 'What the fuck do I do?' stage. She did not know a single Switzerland bird. Swiss bird? Whatever they were called. Crap.

"Um... a... sparrow."

"A sparrow?" America could hear the other nation's confusion. "Here? Are you sure?"

The taller female nation sputtered mentally. Shit. Did they not have sparrows in Switzerland? Okay, Wait. Wait. Think of something America! You can do this. You are a hero!

"Did I say sparrow?" She said with a nervous laugh, "I meant swallow..."

That was a bird, she was pretty certain. Like eighty percent sure it was. She vaguely remembered making jokes with Prussia over the name.

Vaguely. There had been more than a few German beers involved and America had quit when she thought she saw the man on the bottle come to life and dance for her.

There were things best left forgotten.

Lichtenstein looked at her, making a understanding noise, she could feel the eyes upon her face

"Oh? Which kind?"

Fuck.

Didn't this country know that curiosity killed the cat?

America bit her lip for a second, and put the binoculars down. "The ... brown...kind?"

Alright, it admittedly was not her best answer ever. America smiled tightly, trying to look thoroughly pleased with her words. If you did not have confidence, you had to fake it until someone else believed it.

"I'm just starting out," America covered with a slight cough.

The smaller nation smiled at her happily and nodded. "You will get better at it America."

"Yeah, thanks..." she trailed off.

Well, this was as good a time as any to get the heck outta dodge. Lichtenstein however, had other ideas and proceeded to speak with America on all the different types of birds that Switzerland had to look at. The smaller nation even deemed it necessary to list off every species. The 5 that hadn't been seen since the 1950's and the 16 introduced to the land by humans.

...all 397 species.

America could feel her ears start to bleed after only twenty minutes of listening to an enthusiastic Lichtenstein sparkle at her over all the wonders of Switzerland.

Yes, she knew quite a bit about the former mercenary nation. America was hardly surprised, Lichtenstein lived with Switzerland after all. However, there were tidbits in there like Switzerland's national bird and America tried-honest to goodness she did- to pay attention to the words the smaller nation was rapidly saying.

However, America could not understand everything she was saying, because Lichtenstein had never talked to her this much since...

Well, ever.

America tried to nod in what she felt were the appropriate pauses in speech. It was frankly a little hard to tell. However, Lichtenstein appeared happy enough to prattle on about how amazing the birds were. It was nearly hypnotizing. She was so enraptured by the fact that the smaller nation was even truly speaking to her, that she failed to see the shadow that fell upon them.

"What are you doing here?" Switzerland snarled with a kind look toward Lichtenstein.

"Big brother! America and I were talking about birds." The smaller nation informed him happily. "Did you know that America is a bird watcher?"

Switzerland looked unaffected by the news. His cold eyes landed on America who hid her binoculars behind her back.

She mentally told herself it was for bird watching and that was her story. She could stick to that story, and then maybe she'd only have to dig a few buck shot pellets out of her ass after Switzerland was done chasing her off.

America flashed a bright grin at Switzerland, who scowled at her.

"Lichtenstein, you are not supposed to talk to strangers," he reprimanded lightly.

"But... it is just America."

"She is the strangest of them all." He said in a voice laden with contempt.

America kept herself from flinching. Ouch, asshole. Pull some punches.

Well, geez... she was standing right here. Dick. She was irritated that he was so handsome, because if he'd been an uglier nation as well as mean she could have flipped him off without a care in the world.

She frowned at her hands, and looked away. She didn't have to take this. She was America. This whole thing was stupid. Why did she even like him anyway?

It was stupid. You know what?

Forget this. She was out of here. First, she was going to leave with as much dignity and grace as she could manage. That'd show Switzerland. The pompous ass. With a gentle smile toward Lichtenstein, America stuck her hand out.

"Thank you, Lichtenstein, for such a wonderful conversation. Please, go on, I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

She shook Lichtenstein's delicate hand with kindness and a firm desire to leave. America gave her brightest smile.

"Take care," she said sweetly.

"You too America," Lichtenstein said softly, looking at her brother once more.

America didn't even spare him a glance. She looked at the binoculars and then back at Lichtenstein.

"Here," the taller nation offered in a friendly manner, "you can use this more than I will. I suddenly no longer have a desire to watch birds today."

"A-America?" Lichtenstein asked with wide green eyes.

"Keep it," America said all but shoving it into the smaller nation's hands. "Enjoy it."

Switzerland was watching her like a hawk the whole time, but she refused to even pay in a scrap of attention. Let him deal with that, the jerk. She dusted off her pants, though they were not dirty and flashed another smile at Lichtenstein.

"Until we meet again," she said with a sassy lit to her voice.

Then America left, silently praying that Switzerland wasn't going to start shooting at her retreating form. She could feel his eyes upon her and she ignored it.

He wasn't worth her time anyway.

Stupid jerk.