Ȧ Un Autre Comme Moi

Chapter Three.

Canada mentally slapped himself for having a thought worthy of King Perv France himself. Briefly remembering England's teachings, he reminded himself that she was a young lady to be treated with gentlemanly decency until she did something stupid or made suggestive advances. True as his observation may be, he liked her as a person and wanted to keep this thing they may have started innocent. They weren't even anything close to a thing. Yet.

"Well, that made things awkward, huh?," Canada suggested once he caught up with Liechtenstein. Even more so by my own inappropriate thoughts.

"Nein, not so much." He shot gave her a dubious look. "Ja, maybe a little bit."

"Sorry. So, what would you like to do now?"

"Actually, I should probably get back and find Switzerland. I didn't tell him exactly where we were going, and I don't want him to worry. He brought one of his guns, you know."

When Matthew laughed, his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose.

"That doesn't surprise me. He's surprisingly trigger-happy for a supposedly neutral country.

"I suppose so. Wiedersehen, Matthew."

"Not yet, I'll walk you. I think he'd set aside his impartiality and shoot me dead if you got hurt 'under my watch,'" he air quoted the last part.

Truthfully, he wanted to spend more time with Lilli. Half because he liked being noticed for a change and half because he liked Lilli. What he told as an excuse was true, though. A slow and painful execution via Switzerland's AK-47 did not sound fun in the least.

They walked back into the conference center in pleasant silence between them, content with surrounding cell phone chatter, cars horns, and the footfalls of the everyday Joe Schmo who had places to go and people to see. Liechtenstein's brother was either there or at their hotel, which was a block away, and Matthew couldn't say he was looking forward to it. He had no clue what kind of mood the Swiss would be in, though it most likely wasn't going to be positive. Switzerland's protectiveness over his little sister was infamous.

They rounded the corner that lead them to the front of the conference center, and Matthew immediately noticed the only person there. Leaning against a brick pillar sat an angry, tired-looking man with eyes and hair -disregarding the couple-inch difference in length- the same as Lilli's. Liechtenstein must have said something, because his head shot up, and his facial expressions changed from tired and angry to relieved to just angry, and he marched over to the two of them muttering swears to himself in Swiss German.

"Liechtenstein! I have been waiting here alone for you!"

"Sorry, Bruder. Are you certain you were alone the whole time?"

Already V-shaped eyebrows deepened in confusion.

"Herr Ősterreich?"

His sister's perceptiveness was astounding, and constantly surprising.

A fierce blush spread rapidly from his cheeks to his ears. "L-Lilli Elise! That is none of your concern! Either way, he is my past..." He huffed. "Come, kleine Schwester."

"Auf Wiedersehen, Matthew! You should come visit me some time!," she called as she was roughly led away by her brother.

"Bye, Lilli!" He was going to say more, like: "I would love to" or "Let's do this again" or "Heck yes", but she, still waving, was dragged around a corner. He sighed.

"Hey, Mattie!" Canada felt and arm fling forcefully around his shoulders. "Let's go home, shall we?"

"You just called your house my home. Why can't you act like you're my brother around people?"

"I have a reputation to uphold, bro! Seriously."

Canada rolled his eyes at his half-brother.

Eyes.

Emeralds.

Suddenly, he got to thinking about Liechtenstein again.

"Dude, c'mon, you got this far-off- ohhh, I know what that's about. There's chick or dude, am I right? Come on, you gotta tell me, Mattie.

"Let's just go, please."

"Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme-"

"Alright! When we get home, okay?"

"Yes~." America drew a fist in at his hip in success.

Rolling his eyes, Matthew pulled his air-headed sibling in the direction of the house America got for "Being their freaking country, man."

(A/N) Well, hey guys! Odd place to end it, I know. Thank you for tolerating my short chapters.

I sincerely (not really) apologize for Canada being a little perverted. I mean, he is both a man and France's son (kind of).

Love, hugs, and maple syrup!