Ȧ Un Autre Comme Moi

Ȧ Un Autre Comme Moi

Title from Ȧ Un Autre Comme Moi by Laurena Segura

(Someone Like Me, roughly.)

(A/N: Informational A/N at end of chapter.)

It was the first world conference where Liechtenstein had been allowed by her brother to sit anywhere she liked. She was going to sit next to Switzerland anyway, of course, but it was good for him to acknowledge that she had grown up. Until she noticed him, it was going to be just another world conference.

Farther down the long table sat a beautiful country with a polar bear, staring blankly off into space with a small smile. The seats on either side of him were empty. Lilli didn't even look at Switzerland before she moved.

Now that she thought about it, though, she had seen him before. America's half-brother, Canada, who was regularly mistaken for his widely disliked sibling. While the two did look strikingly similar, Liechtenstein noted the differences: nearly-violet eyes instead of blue, longer and curlier hair, a kind and quiet air as opposed to his brother's obnoxious one.

All this she noticed before they even really met.

"Hello," Liechtenstein said cheerfully. No answer. She tried again. "Um, you are Canada, right?"

Canada snapped his head around so fast Lilli worried he would get whiplash just by talking to her.

"Oh! Wow, you were talking to me, sorry. I'm just not used to people... eh... acknowledging my existence."

Liechtenstein sat to his right and leaned into him a bit, for he spoke very softly. Another major reason he differed from his half-brother.

"I don't see why. You seem nice already, just by your demeanor. Also, not as annoying, and for a nation, that is quite the accomplishment." Canada seemed almost pleasantly caught off guard, but laughed anyway.

"Wow, thank you . You're Liechtenstein, right?" She nodded. "You're not like - well, don't take this the wrong way, but- everyone says you're small and cute and innocent, but you're a bit more, eh,.."

"Womanly?," she offered, making shy Canada blush.

"Uh, w-well, I...um...wouldn't say that...I mean yeah, but..." Liechtenstein worked hard to suppress a giggle. "You don't seem to be as... childish as they make you out to be. And your voice isn't as mousy." She shot him a confused look. "Sometimes they imitate you." His face reddened. "Eh, please don't take that the wrong way!"

She gave up the fight and laughed. "It is alright, really. Bruder and the others do not want to accept that I've grown. But I have." She smiled up at him. "You can call me Lilli, if you want to."

"You can call me Matthew." They shook hands.

"Matthew, spitze."

America used one of Britain's breakfast scones (despite his protests, of course) as a gavel of sorts to call everyone to attention. It splintered in half on impact and soared halfway across the room, but it did the trick.

"Alrighty, dudes, the world conference can convene. I'm your host-"

"Get on with it, wanker!"

Throughout the meeting, Canada and Liechtenstein exchanged eye-rolls during America's ridiculous proposals, stifled laughs at Germany's and Italy's very different random outbursts, and placed silent bets on who would win tiny spats that arose that were not only hilarious, but dripping with sexual tension (of course she noticed, Hungary got to Liechtenstein at some point). The probably got to know each other better through a couple hours of eye contact than they did in who-knows-how-many meetings.

As the meeting grew towards an endless close, they exchanged frequent, exasperated expressions, hungry and ready to leave. When America finally declared, less enthusiastic than usual, that they could all leave, the two leapt out of their seats before all the other nations managed to groan or sigh in relief, which required a great deal of both determination and speed.

"You hungry?," asked Matthew as he stretched. Lilli noted that his voice was less of a whisper than before, not quite like America but what grade school teachers would call his "inside voice".

"No, I am!," shouted Hungary jokingly, but they ignored her completely.

"Yes. Famished, danke."

His voice reverted back to his usual almost-whisper when he asked," Would you like to go get something to eat with me? I know a good place."

"I would love to," she responded cheerfully, tossing her coat over her arm. Big Bruder approached her, but before he could speak, she said, "I'm going to lunch with Canada," then grabbed his arm, leaving a frozen, speechless Switzerland behind them.

A/N

This story uses teenage!Liechtenstein (as in she'd look about seventeen to a human), because in my opinion she's preteenage , some (politely) rebellious!Leichtenstein, and Canada, along with protective Switzerland. Enjoy!

Pairings: CanLiech, CanadaxPancakes, implied AmeChu, FrUK, AusSwitz (SwissAus?), Franada (I guess, it depends on the magnitude of your shipping goggles) so far.

Chapters will be short and frequent.

If you speak French, PLEASE give me the correct translation.

Chapter titles for this whole story inspired by this awesome chick: user/lullation13

Story/chapter title provided by: watch?v=SwDoW-3YwW0