Hetalia is not owned by me.

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It was all Germany's fault.

This was one fact that Switzerland was absolutely, positively sure of. If it hadn't been for Germany's boss, Prussia would probably still be here, obnoxious, self-centered and annoying, but alive, in existence.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

Because there was no way that Prussia- his Prussia- his awesome, invincible Prussia- could have fallen in war or battle. It was only because that no good Germany had convinced him to "become one with him," as Russia would say, that Prussia was gone forever.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

It was because of this that Switzerland could not bear to join the Axis powers.

And whenever he saw Germany (that bastard!) with his pathetic wuss of a friend Italy, and how they were a little too close to be friends, and how for some strange reason he could see Prussia in Germany, as a part of Germany, he couldn't help but want to shoot Italy in the head.

So of course he jumped at the opportunity to open fire at an apparently scared witless (and naked) Italy. Because, of course, Italy was in his territory, and he was just defending his country, right?

At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

But he couldn't join the Allies either, because he that would be like stabbing his lover in the back. He was certain that Prussia would have stuck with the Axis no matter what, and he couldn't bear to betray him, even in memory.

So Switzerland declared himself as a 'neutral' country and spent the majority of the war shooting Axis and Allies alike out of the sky. He thought that was what Prussia would have wanted him to do anyways, what he would have liked.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

And much, much later, when the war was over and the Allies and Axis were friends again, he visited the restaurant where he had first met Prussia. He remembered it like it was yesterday, how Austria had treated him and Liechtenstein to lunch at the expensive restaurant, when out of the bushes walked Prussia.

Who had proceeded to annoy the hell out of Austria.

And since Switzerland figured anyone who was an enemy of Austria's was a friend of his, he chased Prussia down and started up a conversation. And that was basically how their relationship started.

At least, that's what he kept reminding himself of.

So Switzerland was completely surprised when his reverie was interrupted by a rustling in the bushes. His curiosity stoked, he got up to investigate.

It was a chick.

Switzerland was suddenly reminded of the tiny balls of yellow fluff that would always perch precariously on Prussia's head. A lump formed in his throat as he scooped it up.

But upon farther observation, Switzerland noticed something about this chick. It was albino, with pure white down and bright red eyes.

And as he stroked its bedraggled feathers, and it clicked and gave him a familiar… smirk?... he knew everything would alright.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

Fin

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Haha. I blame my friend who wanted me to write something Prussia/Switzerland themed. Which I don't really like that much.

Apologies for the lack of historical accuracy and weirdness.