“Bruder, we received an invitation from England!” Liechtenstein called from the living room.
“What does he want?” asked Switzerland as he made his way to where his sister was.
“It’s for his annual tea party!” she informed.
“Burn it!” he ordered quickly, slowing down as he approached the room.
“Are you sure? It also has a note from London…” Lili stated, a light smile playing on her lips.
“What does it say?” asked the swiss, now standing at the door. His face was serious like usually, but a barely noticeable blush covered his cheeks; the male’s arms were crossed as he tried to keep his composure to the best of his abilities.
Not answering, the blond girl placed the highly decorated letter on her older brother’s hands, shaking her head. “I haven’t read it!” she said simply, before leaving to prepare something for lunch.
After Liechtenstein had left, the swiss male carefully examined the outside of the letter, before opening it. Looking inside the envelope he could see, along with the golden paper of the official invitation, a small (f/c) paper folded in half. Slow and carefully he picked the small paper, throwing the rest of the letter somewhere, and unfolded it. On the small (f/c) sheet, beautifully written with golden ink, he could read:
‘My dear Vasch, I am truly sorry… This year I can’t escape my brother’s party, he begged for me to help and I just couldn’t deny it to him. Arthur will not let me get away, so I can’t go to Switzerland to be with you and Lili.
I know how you hate this kind of events, therefore I won’t ask you to come. The only thing I’ll ask is for you to forgive me…
Also, tell Lili I’m sorry. I love you, Vasch!
- Always yours, (f/n)’
The swiss sighed as he finished reading the small note from his lover. His eyes drifted from the golden letters to a (f/c) velvet box standing on top of the table; he had made great plans this time, but it seemed like that idiotic british man had just ruined it all.
“Lili!” Vasch called.
“Yes, bruder?” the girl wondered, poking her head out of the kitchen.
“Get everything ready, we’re going to spend a few days on the UK!” Switzerland informed, causing his sister to beam happily.
----- Time skip of 2 days -----
“Bruder!” Liechtenstein whined. “Why haven’t we gone to visit (f/n) during this days?”
“She isn’t expecting us.” He grunted. “Now, hurry up before we’re late to that thing England calls a party…”
A few minutes passed and both were ready to go, but a hand stopped Switzerland before he could step out of the door. The male turned around and blinked, seeing his little sister smiling brightly with one hand hidden behind her back.
“You’re forgetting something, bruder…”
The swiss didn’t respond for a couple of minutes; searching through every corner of his mind, he couldn’t remember to have forgotten anything needed for the party. Tired of waiting for a response, Lili took one of his brother’s hands and placed the (f/c) velvet box she had been hiding on top of it.
Realization hit the male and his eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the item.
“You’re still going to ask her, aren’t you?” inquired Liechtenstein, who had been observing her brother’s reactions.
Vasch only nodded his head in response as his hand closed around the velvet box, a small smile playing on his lips.
----- Meanwhile – England’s house -----
A knock on the door caught the attention of a (h/c) haired female.
“(F/n), they already started to arrive. Are you ready to go downstairs?” England’s voice sounded as the girl, the personification of London, made her way to the door.
“Yes, brother!” she answered softly while opening the door.
The sight of his sister left the british man stunned. She was wearing a light (f/c) dress that reached her ankles, the dress wasn’t puffy at all, hugging her body perfectly, a white ribbon was wrapped around her waist supporting a shining silvery skirt cover. Also, a white headband with a shining (f/c) flowery pattern was placed on her head.
England frowned, the dress was beautiful indeed, but he did not recognize it.
“You’re wonderful, but where did you get that dress?”
“Someone sent it to me…” she answered, taking one hand to her cheek in a thinking manner. “I’m not sure who sent it, but it did have a note requesting that I wear it for the party today.”
“Did you not recognize the writing, love?” inquired the country.
“Now that you mention it… Yes, I did!” she nodded, a glint of familiarity passed through her eyes. “It looked like Switzy’s, but… that can’t be…” sighed the (e/c) eyed female, a light hint of sadness was clear on her posture.
“It doesn’t really matter, does it?” asked Arthur, trying to cheer his sister up even if just a little. “Shall we go now, love?” suggested the male, offering her his arm.
The girl merely nodded, taking her brother’s arm and letting him guide her to where they were supposed to be for the next hours. Her mind, though, was focused on an entirely different place, a place with lots of mountains and absolutely breathtaking views, but, most of all, it was the place where she was sure the person she loved the most was. The place was Switzerland, the person was Vasch Zwingli…
----- Timeskip of 3 hours into the party -----
The females were having fun dancing together. The males were entertained talking, eating and drinking.
England was focused on his conversation with Romania when someone patted his shoulder. The british man turned around to be faced with…
“Switzerland, Liechtenstein! I thought you weren’t going to come…” Arthur muttered in surprise.
“It’s a long story.” Grunted the swiss, clearly annoyed at being there.
“Well… London is over there.” Stated the English, pointing at his sister, who was currently dancing with Hungary.
The swiss shook his head. “Lili, go to the others for a while…” he requested, the smaller girl quickly complied.
“I’m going too!” Vladimir shot, seeing the other 2 countries staring seriously at each other.
“I need to ask you for something.” Vasch declared.
“What is it?” Arthur asked out of pure surprise, Switzerland never asked anyone for anything…
“Permission!” informed the swiss.
England blinked, dumbfounded at the younger blond. Vasch cleared his throat, a light pink dusting his chheks, before admitting: “I’d like to ask your permission to ask your sister in marriage.”
The swiss’ gaze moved away from the british once he had finished stating his purpose.
Several gasps and chuckles were heard from the countries around them who had been listening to their conversation intently, curious as to why the neutral nation had decided to attend England’s party of his own free will. The females on the other side of the room were too distracted on their own world to notice all the commotion happening.
“So, you’re asking me to let my sister become the swiss capital!?” Arthur wondered with his arms crossed, his eyes had closed for a moment.
“Yes!” Vasch confirmed, daring to look again at the british. London’s and Liechtenstein’s laughter suddenly reached his ears, causing him to tear his gaze away from the English man once again only to be faced with the view of the 2 laughing girls dancing to the sound of Spain’s version of Marukaite Chikyuu, his eyes softened at the sight. Probably feeling someone watching her, the (e/c) eyed girl’s gaze caught Switzerland’s eyes observing them as they danced; (f/n) flashed him a smile, before returning her attention to what she was doing, and a small smile graced the male’s features without his notice.
England sighed, knowing there was nothing that could be done.
“Alright…” Arthur conceded, gaining the swiss’ attention. “You have my blessing!” Arthur said with a smile, gently patting the younger man’s shoulder.
“Thank you.” Vasch muttered, his gaze returning to the 2 dancing girls.
“When do you intend to ask her?” inquired the british, his eyes also set on the 2 females twirling around the room.
Without any more words, the swiss started walking in the direction of the two sisters-to-be.
“Lili!” he called, catching both girls’ attention. “I need to talk to (f/n)!”
Liechtenstein nodded and walked away to join the other females.
“What’s wrong, Vasch?” London wondered, her voice coated in worry.
“N-nothing!” he stuttered. “Can we talk? In private…”
“Of course!” London acceded, quickly grabbing his hand as she started leading him to… “Is the balcony okay?” she asked, her eyes momentarily finding his own.
The male simply nodded, afraid of making a fool out of himself by stuttering again. The girl chuckled, finding the vision of him like this quite endearing, but she was actually worried. The times were rare when she had seen the blond like this (the first time he had asked her out or when he asked her to be his girlfriend), but, even then, he wasn’t as nervous as he appeared to be now.
‘What could possibly have him so worked up?’ she thought, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
Seconds later, they stood on the rather large balcony.
The view to the labyrintical garden was astounding, with an occasional light here and there, and a fountain with an antique flowery design was light up in the center of the garden.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” asked the female, her voice was soft as she gazed at the garden below.
“I want to ask you something.” The seriousness of his voice caused her to turn around; as she did so, the sight of the swiss on one knee looking at her greeted her. Realizing what was about to happen, she tried to muster enough strength to talk, but no sound came. Switzerland took her left hand on his right while his left hand held up an open (f/c) velvet box revealing, not the cliché diamond, but a bright red ruby.
Tears started prickling on the female’s (e/c) eyes.
“(F/n) Kirkland, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” his face was as red as the ruby he held, but he stubbornly refused to look away from the (e/c) orbs he had fell in love with so long ago. Tears spilled from those same eyes he oh loved so much, tears of happiness.
Unable to think straight, the girl threw herself at the swiss, almost causing him to fall backwards, while blurting out a long chain of ‘yes’es.
Carefully, the male slipped the ring on his lover’s finger.
Happier than ever before, London pulled her lover into a passionate kiss, causing him to fall on top of her, majorly flustered.
The sound of someone *ahem*England*ahem* clearing his throat caused the couple to separate. An excited France was fawning all over them.
“Onhonhonhon, who would’ve guessed? Switzy marrying Angleterre’s sister…”
“Shut it, frog face!” Arthur growled, hitting the French across the head.
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