Hetalia Switzerland Novels & Stories

It breathes in courage you thought you’d fled, Reviving strength where once you bled. So listen close and hold on tight, The lion leads you through the night. When Valentina finished, the children laughed, danced, and sang along with her. Finally, when we stole a brief moment alone, she smiled cunningly and purred, so close—dangerously close—as she whispered, “I know where to go next, Caro. Take me to Switzerland… to the Mourning Lion of Lucerne.” I swear, I wanted to do more than just take her. “Valentina… if you keep tempting me like that, I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.”

he started to say, but then the captain’s voice came over the speaker. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now beginning our descent into Geneva, Switzerland.” My heart jumped. After all these years of worry and fear, we were finally here. My sister Amira was going to get the surgery that would save her life. “Let’s go,” I said, grabbing his hand this time. “I can’t wait to see my sister.” Adriano smiled, all traces of frustration gone from his face. “Let’s go save your sister.” Switzerland was even more beautiful than the pictures I had seen online. The air was clean and fresh, and snow-covered mountains surrounded the city. Everything looked like it came from a fairy tale.

Alex exhaled slowly before rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You really think leaving is the best option?” “Yes, I think so.” I answered. Sophia suddenly looked up from the couch. “Are we really travelling?” Kiara forced a small smile. “Yes, baby. To Switzerland.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “I’ve heard of the snow there.” A small laugh escaped Kiara before she could stop it. “Yes, sometimes.” Sophia looked excited. Even Alex smiled a little. And maybe that alone made this decision worth it.

I said, “but I guess Emmy didn’t take after me.” He smiled, standing beside me. “She’s got your attitude.” I rolled my eyes, “Don't blame me. She’s all you.” “Really?” He said, “Doesn’t seem like it. The only thing we have in common is our fear for you.” “Please.” I said, “It’s not like she ever listens to me. Just like you.” “I guess I deserve that.” he said, “But I guess one thing we have in common. Our love for Switzerland. She says she wants to come back here in a month.”

My palms were sweaty, and my entire body craved him, even though I should be mad at him. This was the time when I should be angry that he lied to me, or that I knew nothing about him, but against my will, I felt everything different. His eyes were an abyss that threatened to crush me, and hell, I'd love to be crushed. I watched his Adam apples bob as he swallowed hard and looked up at me, his pupils hidden by those flirty eyelashes. "I was in Switzerland because of Minerva."

The architecture of the buildings that I see outside are so amazing. I want to clap my hands for joy. "Brother. I didn't expect the weather to be this cold here," I said to my brother while driving. Just laugh it off. "You will see a lot more. Tomorrow Dione will tour you" "Dione, what is the name of your girlfriend, brother?" I asked. He has not told us about his girlfriend yet. He is too busy with work. "Yes." he answered briefly. "What place is this, brother?" I asked. "Lucerne, Switzerland" he answered while the pair of eyes were on the way. Wow! Nice!

Finn pulled out some photos and maps. Noah leaned over and opened up the other two. “Finn wanted to keep them domestic, but I thought you might want to go somewhere different. This one is in Greece. It’s a beautiful home and definitely has enough space for kids and then some. It’s built into the mountain and has a view of the ocean. This is one in Switzerland outside of Zurich. It’s beautiful, lots of land and is next to a wonderful pack.” I was glad they narrowed it down to four for me because honestly, even these four choices were overwhelming.

Elizabeth asked, “To Switzerland?” Lewis nodded. “Yes.” Daniel grinned slightly. “Family reunion?” Lewis’s expression turned serious. “More like the final war.” Behind them Inside the clinic Charles Whitmore stood silently in the destroyed room. One of his men approached. “Sir… the girl is already on a flight to Zurich.” Charles’s eyes darkened. “Of course she is.” He picked up his phone. After a moment, a calm voice answered. “Yes?” Charles spoke respectfully. “Sir… Lewis knows the truth.”

“Fasten your seatbelt.” Emily sat up slowly, still half-asleep, and fumbled with the belt. Her fingers trembled until Denovon leaned in, his own hands brushing against hers as he clicked it into place. His touch lingered a little longer than it needed to, and when their eyes met, Emily’s heart skipped. The plane dipped gracefully, descending over the city of Switzerland. Through the oval window, snow-dusted mountains rose proudly, their peaks glowing like crystals under the soft sunlight. This was their honeymoon. Switzerland had been Emily’s choice. She had always dreamed of its white peaks, wooden houses, and endless stretches of calm beauty.

He lo‍oked like someone⁠ who⁠ ha⁠d s​pent his whole life waiti‍ng in the wings and was finally tir​ed of the shadow‍s. "Switzerland is going to be a he‌adach‍e," he said,‍ staring in‌to th‍e a‌mber liquid of h‍is glass. He didn't touch it.‌ "My‌ father has th‍ree me​eti⁠ngs lined up before I‍ even cl‍ear customs. I‍t's a cage, Sloane. A very expensi​ve, v​ery cold cage."‌