Switzerland backed away from France, breathing heavily. France was looking at him with fear in his eyes, holding his hand to his chest. 'You should go.' Switzerland said.
France shook his head. ‘Not yet. You aren’t yourself, Switzerland. We are all concerned about you, and Austria says-’
Switzerland snorted. The Eurozone was gossiping again. They could take their concern and keep it. More likely they were worried about what his personal disappearance from the European stage may mean for them. ‘You should leave. I'll reschedule the appointment for next month, if you weren't able to do anything with my ministers today.'
France sighed, knowing he shouldn’t push Switzerland’s unique brand of hospitality, especially not with a gun so close to hand. He also really needing to get medical attention before his fingers set out of place. 'There's no need to reschedule. We managed to discuss everything that required attention. But my phone is always turned on, and you are always welcome in my house.'
'I’ll keep that in mind.' Switzerland walked France to the door, then watched as the other nation walked away. He almost wanted to stop France, to be able to tell everything he couldn’t say to Liechtenstein to somebody. But he couldn’t; not with France, or anybody else. He turned around and returned to his kitchen. The two mugs on the table looked so lonely, and for once Switzerland felt a pang in his heart. He picked up the mug France had been using and tipped the contents down the sink. This was another problem he would have to face alone. He picked up his mug of coffee and returned to the study.
Six days later, France was woken at two in the morning by a knocking on his door. He stumbled to the front door and opened it, still half asleep and rubbing his eyes. ‘Suisse? What are you-?’
Switzerland brushed past him and into the house, his eyes darting around frantically until France closed the door.
France was shocked awake by Switzerland’s ruffled appearance and the dark bags under his eyes. ‘What’s the problem, Switzerland? Has something happened?’
‘I- I can’t do it anymore. I can’t sleep. I can barely leave the house. I can’t go to work but I can’t stay at home. My work is suffering, and I think I might be starting to make my people troubled.’
France stared at Switzerland. He had never even thought that Switzerland could be so troubled. ‘Come to the lounge room. You can sit down and I’ll make you some coffee.’ France hoped that sitting down with coffee would help Switzerland to relax, or at least it would help to wake him up more so he could deal with Switzerland in this state.
When France returned to the lounge room with the coffee, he found Switzerland sitting stiffly in a corner of his armchair. He handed a mug to Switzerland, and sat down on the other end of the couch, relaxing back into the leather before taking a drink. ‘So then, what has brought you to my house at such a time of night?’
Switzerland took a deep swig of his own coffee, allowing the warm drink to relax him. He sat in silence for a while, ignoring France’s eyes, before finally placing his mug on a side table. It was time to bite the bullet and tell someone. 'I was raped' he said quietly.
France froze, coffee mug at his lips. Whatever he had expected Switzerland to say, it wasn't that. A million thoughts rushed through his head; things he should say, things he shouldn't say, actions, words, thoughts, all piled up in a tangled mass. 'A-ah' was all he managed to say. He looked at Switzerland, who seemed to have shrunk into himself after that single sentence. After a few more moments of heavy silence, France tried again. ‘What..?’
‘What happened?’ Switzerland asked, not looking at France.
France shook his head. ‘You don’t need to tell me! I- This must be very difficult for you, and-’
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France shook his head. ‘Not yet. You aren’t yourself, Switzerland. We are all concerned about you, and Austria says-’
Switzerland snorted. The Eurozone was gossiping again. They could take their concern and keep it. More likely they were worried about what his personal disappearance from the European stage may mean for them. ‘You should leave. I'll reschedule the appointment for next month, if you weren't able to do anything with my ministers today.'
France sighed, knowing he shouldn’t push Switzerland’s unique brand of hospitality, especially not with a gun so close to hand. He also really needing to get medical attention before his fingers set out of place. 'There's no need to reschedule. We managed to discuss everything that required attention. But my phone is always turned on, and you are always welcome in my house.'
'I’ll keep that in mind.' Switzerland walked France to the door, then watched as the other nation walked away. He almost wanted to stop France, to be able to tell everything he couldn’t say to Liechtenstein to somebody. But he couldn’t; not with France, or anybody else. He turned around and returned to his kitchen. The two mugs on the table looked so lonely, and for once Switzerland felt a pang in his heart. He picked up the mug France had been using and tipped the contents down the sink. This was another problem he would have to face alone. He picked up his mug of coffee and returned to the study.
Six days later, France was woken at two in the morning by a knocking on his door. He stumbled to the front door and opened it, still half asleep and rubbing his eyes. ‘Suisse? What are you-?’
Switzerland brushed past him and into the house, his eyes darting around frantically until France closed the door.
France was shocked awake by Switzerland’s ruffled appearance and the dark bags under his eyes. ‘What’s the problem, Switzerland? Has something happened?’
‘I- I can’t do it anymore. I can’t sleep. I can barely leave the house. I can’t go to work but I can’t stay at home. My work is suffering, and I think I might be starting to make my people troubled.’
France stared at Switzerland. He had never even thought that Switzerland could be so troubled. ‘Come to the lounge room. You can sit down and I’ll make you some coffee.’ France hoped that sitting down with coffee would help Switzerland to relax, or at least it would help to wake him up more so he could deal with Switzerland in this state.
When France returned to the lounge room with the coffee, he found Switzerland sitting stiffly in a corner of his armchair. He handed a mug to Switzerland, and sat down on the other end of the couch, relaxing back into the leather before taking a drink. ‘So then, what has brought you to my house at such a time of night?’
Switzerland took a deep swig of his own coffee, allowing the warm drink to relax him. He sat in silence for a while, ignoring France’s eyes, before finally placing his mug on a side table. It was time to bite the bullet and tell someone. 'I was raped' he said quietly.
France froze, coffee mug at his lips. Whatever he had expected Switzerland to say, it wasn't that. A million thoughts rushed through his head; things he should say, things he shouldn't say, actions, words, thoughts, all piled up in a tangled mass. 'A-ah' was all he managed to say. He looked at Switzerland, who seemed to have shrunk into himself after that single sentence. After a few more moments of heavy silence, France tried again. ‘What..?’
‘What happened?’ Switzerland asked, not looking at France.
France shook his head. ‘You don’t need to tell me! I- This must be very difficult for you, and-’