I do not own Hetalia.

R & R!

Liechtenstein frowned slightly as she tidied the room. Why wasn't Brother home yet? He didn't say he'd be working late. Plucking the wilting flowers from the vase, she hoped that he was alright.

Footsteps outside. She ran to the door, hoping it was Brother. She opened the door, expecting to see him. Instead she saw Italy running across the yard again. "Eep!" he exclaimed, thinking it was Switzerland in the doorway. He began to run faster.

Liechtenstein blushed. How hard could it be to remember pants? "Italy," she called out, her voice ringing above the sound of the steady rainfall as she looked slightly off to the side of the Italian. He turned around, surprised by the feminine voice. "Ve, what?"

"Come inside, it's raining. I'll see if I can find you some clothes," she said, still blushing at his lack of. After Italy stepped inside, she ran up the stairs.

She was sure she had something that would fit the Italian somewhere. Looking over at her sewing basket, she saw a few hand-me-downs she had been planning on hemming. She quickly selected the needed garments, and ran down the stairs again. "Here," she said, handing them to Italy. "There's a restroom down the hall," Liech said, pointing him in the right direction. "It's the second door on your left."

As the Italian changed, Liech's blush faded. I hope Brother won't mind. She went to the kitchen and began assembling dinner. "Liechtenstein?" The Italian's voice rose from the sitting room. "I'm in the kitchen," she replied.

When the Italian walked in he was, thankfully, wearing a complete outfit. He looked to see what the Liechtensteinerin was doing. "May I help?" he asked. "I can cook pasta and pasta and gelato and pasta…" he trailed off as she giggled. "You said pasta three times. But if you want to help you can peel the potatoes." She handed him a peeler. It was nice to have company besides Brother once and a while. "Do you know how?" The Italian nodded, and, to prove his point, began peeling potatoes. "After you finish, would you mind chopping them up?" After seeing that he could, in fact, peel, Liech turned back to the stove.

Italy tried to start a conversation. "Um… thank-you for the pants," he said. Liech blushed. "I still don't see how you can forget them," she commented, eyes still on the boiling water. Italy looked over at her. She looks cute when she blushes. Quickly he turned away from that thought. He doubted her brother would even let him get away with flirting. Still…

The water was ready. "Are you done with the potatoes?" He smiled at her as he put the potatoes is the pot of boiling water. "Thank-you," she said. Why am I blushing?

Suddenly, there were three, crisp knocks at the door. Liech turned to Italy asking if he would like to stay for supper. He was already gone. Frowning slightly, she called out, "Come in!" Switzerland let himself in and walked into the kitchen. Brother was home.

Really strange pairing, I know. But it would just look so cute though I wouldn't expect Switzerland to be too happy.