#switzerlandxreader

Hey guys! Admin Halie here~ I’m back again with hopefully a much less traumatizing fic than last time, so let’s see how it goes!

*Reader's P.O.V*  It was a warm summer night. Please don’t start your stories this way guys, it’s overdone. I decided to take a walk to enjoy the stars and to hopefully get rid of all the stress other countries have been causing me. I was the personification of (c/n). Recently other countries, mostly Russia, have been asking me to join them. They've tried forcing me to sign contracts or threaten to invade my country, but there's one country who doesn't do any of that. That country is Switzerland, a blonde green eyed male who isn't very social.Fantastic description. Blonde green sounds like a pretty eye color. Most of the time he's hanging out with his little sister, Liechtenstein, or shooting guns. I wouldn't be lying if I said I had feeling for the guy. Yeah he can be mean at times but when you really look at it, you'll realize he's a sweet and caring guy.' First of all I’m already so bothered by the lack of paragraphs in this fic. Please for the love of God, use paragraphs. The sentence structure and grammar are making me cringe too, but I won’t bash the story just yet. He probably doesn't even like me back. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even know who i was!' I thought. But wait, you have a crush on him because he seems sweet when he's not mean and he's the only country who doesn't try to invade you? Hun, that's because he's neutral... As I walked further down the path I realized ahead of me was Switzerland's lawn.' Convenient Should I keep walking?' I thought. I remember Italy telling me about this place. He said the first time he came here Switzerland chased him down with a rifle.' Well, Italy probably just woke him up. Italy is pretty loud after all.' I thought. I took a few steps onto the lawn.' He must be asleep by now.' I thought. I can’t even keep track of the thoughts because PARAGRAPHS I adjusted the (f/c) hat on my head and continued to walk on. After a minute of walking I heard the backdoor slam open. On the porch was Switzerland wearing pink frilly pajamas and holding a AK-47." Of course he is. Of course he is. Optimism, Halie… It’ll be ok I thought I told you not to come back, Italy!" Switzerland shouted.' *sigh*He thinks I'm Italy?' I thought." This is the 20th time you've trespassed! This time I'm definitely not letting you leave here alive!" Ok but really… Switzerland shouted." Wait! I'm not Italy, I'm-!" I shouted before Switzerland interrupted me shouting." Stop using the word ‘shout’ A new comer,huh? I don't care if you're Italy or not! No one! Trespasses! On! My! Lawn!" Switzerland shouted charging toward me.' No! Sane! Person! Talks! Like! This! He's really lost it this time!' I thought. You just said earlier you have a crush on him, then you trespass and now you think he’s insane. I started running as fast as I could, hoping to be able to get to the other side of the lawn.' How did Italy survive doing this 20 times?!' I thought. Before I could even get haft way across the lawn, I tripped on a rock and fell." Damn that hurt." I said to myself. I tried standing up but the enormous pain in my ankle sent me back to the ground." Any thing you want to say before I shoot you!?" My name is Switzerland. I’m automatically a cold-blooded killer because I chased Italy off my lawn with a gun in canon Switzerland asked pointing his gun at me." Please don't shoot! I'm (c/n)!" I shouted removing my hat. YOU SAID HE PROBABLY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU WERE??? HOW IS THAT GOING TO HELP?! *Switzerland's P.O.V* *SIGH* " Please don't shoot! I'm (c/n)!" The stranger shouted removing their hat. At that moment I wanted to repeatedly punch myself in the face. Do it. Or just eat a snicker’s bar. You’re not you when you’re hungry. I just pointed a gun at (c/n)! My crush!" What the actual fuck. I-I'm so sorry (c/n)! I didn't know it was you!" I shouted. I just ruined all the chances I had with her!" OOC Switzerland alert. Even if he did have a crush on another country… It's fine. It's my fault for coming here in the first place." (C/n) said looking down at the ground." Don't blame yourself! I'm the one who tried to shoot you...Damn, I'm such an idiot." I said." It's okay, you didn't know who I was. This is nothing compared to what I've put up with in the past." (C/n) said chuckling. My name is (C/n). I don’t give a flying fuck that Switzerland almost killed me because he didn’t know it was me. A scowl appeared on my face.' People have tried to hurt my precious (c/n)?!' HIS PRECIOUS??? I thought. " Others have tried to harm you?! Tell me who they are! Once I find them, I'll fill them full of lead for trying to hurt my love!" Ok now this really hurts. I shouted angrily." Y-your love?" I heard (c/n) ask. I froze up instantly.' I just called her that, didn't I?' I thought mentally face-palming myself." Uhhh...yeah. T-the truth is........ilikeyoualotandiwouldneverforgivemyselfifiletanothercountryharmyou!" I shouted." Stop shouting or at least use another word. I couldn't understand what you just said. Can you please repeat that?" (C/n) asked.The blush on my face was so red it would put Spain's tomatoes to shame." Go see a doctor, you’re sick. I said I like you a lot and I would never forgive myself if I let any other country harm you." I said." Really?" (C/n) asked." Y-yeah, but I understand if you don't like my back..." I said looking away from her beautiful (e/c) eyes." *groan* I-I like you too." (C/n) said quietly." Seriously?" I asked in disbelief. (C/n) nodded." Yeah, even though you can be mean sometimes, I still love you." Translation: You’re mean but I’m into that. Because she (or I?) said in the beginning that he hardly knows who I am, indicating that they’ve hardly talked if AT ALL. (C/n) said. My face lit up and a small smile found its way to my lips." Thank god..." I whispered quietly so (c/n) wouldn't hear." A-anyway, are you are alright, (c/n)?" I asked." Well, my ankle might be sprained." (C/n) said laughing nervously.' Great job me! You injured her!' I thought. GREAT JOB YOU! " You can call me (y/n) by the way. It would be too formal if you kept calling me (C/n)" (C/n) said." (Y/n)?" I asked. (Y/n) nodded.' A beautiful name for a beautiful women.' I thought." Switzerland, stop it. Can you help me up? It's getting kinda cold out her." (Y/n) said." Y-yeah sure." I said. I put her arm around my shoulder and wrapped my arm around her waist so she wouldn't fall." Hey Switzerland." (Y/n) said." Yeah?" I asked." Ich liebe dich." (Y/n) said smiling." Ich liebe dich auch." I said planting a kiss on her lips. Oh. " By the way, what's up with those pajamas?" (Y/n) asked." Don't ask." Switzerland said. Woo. Comedy ending…ish. ~The End~

The underdeveloped, cold-blooded killer version of Switzerland is one of the most painful things to me. Combine that with a hopeless romantic who is in love with someone he never met and I don’t know what you have anymore.

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