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October prompt #10 with swissbel maybe 👀

Okay, swissbel my beloved! Let me finally get to this one now that I finally have some time!!! You'll probably get this notification like... wtf??? I don't remember asking this ahaahahah

Prompt 10: Oktoberfest

Pairings: Belgium/Switzerland

Wordcount: 3700

Title: So much German beer…

Summary:

He has known for a while that any ability to do anything immediately leaves his body when she's there. He puts up a good front though, the only people who knew about his little crush were his sister and, god help him, France. Austria might suspect something, but he never cared enough to make a big deal out of it, which Sebastian appreciated enormously.

Belgium is Emma

Switzerland is Sebastian

Switzerland did not want to be here.

He was at Oktoberfest in München, after having accepted an invitation from Ludwig to have a small get together with some of the Germanics of Europe. He initially didn't want to go, but his sister, Liechtenstein, had insisted and Sebastian could never deny her anything.

He was surrounded by an enourmous amount of Germans, Bavarians to be precise. The worst kind if you asked him.

Yet, he was all alone.

Germany, who he normally respected and had been kind and gracious, had left him some time ago after having spotted some friends of his.

As a good host he had to mingle with his people, Sebastian understood.

Austria, had long gone back to his hotel after having had just a little too much beer.

Prussia, the reason why Austria had drank so much, had gone on his own way when he saw the various amusement park rides he could get on.

His little sister, Elise, the reason why he was here to begin with, had joined the Prussian in the insane and frankly dangerous rides. Despite him and Prussia not getting along that well, he suspected his sister would have more fun with someone who was actually enjoying himself rather than with him. Especially considering just the sight of those spinning carousels made his stomach turn.

Gilbert knows he would not see the light of day anymore if even the tiniest of things was wrong with his little sister, Sebastian had made sure to pass that message along.

He took another sip from his glass of beer (12€, ridiculously expensive for the abbysimal quality) and watched the musicians, and other people as they moved about. They were dressed in traditional Bavarian clothing, something he could admit added something special to the whole event.

Switzerland, himself was also wearing an old pair of Lederhösen he still had laying about. He remembers how much his sister had complimented how dashing he looked, and how he had blushed after she had mentioned a certain brunette up north would have appreciated the sight as well.

He shook himself out of it, deciding to take some air. He turned around towards the entrance when he walked into someone, spilling his drink all over them.

"I am so incredibly sorry," he said quickly, hoping this would be solved without too much drama.

The person he walked into was a petite brown haired woman, wearing an intricate dirndl now covered in beer. She looked up from her wet front with a frown before her eyes widened, and she gasped out.

"SEBASTIAN?!"

Switzerland's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat, if this wasn't the world playing tricks on him. Just when he had been thinking about her.

When you think about the devil, his mind supplied to him, but in this case it was far from the devil, an angel would be more accurate.

Switzerland had to use all the power in the world to stop his eyes from moving down her body, the beer making the material somehow translucent.

"Sebastian?" The brunette repeated concern in her eyes. Then softer, so no human could hear, "Switzerland?"

The Swiss man suddenly managed to find his voice again, "Oh, Emma, hi." Mentally he was facepalming. What kind of stupid greeting was that.

"I mean, God Emma, I'm so terribly sorry."

Emma laughed, holding him by the shoulders, her touch burning into his skin. "Hey, hey it's okay, I was feeling a bit hot, this is strangely refreshing." She winked at him.

"Still…" he tried, not really knowing what to say eyes dropping down to her cleavage, before he forced them back up.

Suddenly he realized what would be the right and correct thing to do. "Let me at least help you get dried up a bit," he offered, pointing towards one of the washrooms.

She smiled, before grimacing. "Yeah, it's getting kinda sticky now."

Sebastian cringed in sympathy.

He started moving through the mass of people making sure she was following him. At some point he felt two hands around his upper arm and almost flinched.

"Sorry, I just don't want to lose you between all these Germans." Emma laughed with a wink.

"Oh, yes, perfectly understandable," he replies, turning back to hide how flustered she was making him.

They arrive at the tent's restroom and Switzerland isn't quite sure what to do from now on.

"Could you wait here? I'll be right back," she smiles at him and went into the restroom.

While she was gone, he took the time to recompose and mentally prepare himself for potential topics of conversation.

He just hoped Emma didn't consider him some kind of bumbling fool. He wanted her to see him for what he really was: cool and collected, and occasionally charming.

You can do this Sebastian, he thought to himself.

Just then the door opened and Emma stepped out, she had managed to remove the yellowish stain of the beer. She looked around and her eyes fell on him, smiling brightly as she did so.

Nevermind, I am so incredibly fucked, Sebastian thought with a mental sigh.

She walked towards him, "have I already said I'm really glad you're here?"

Sebastian felt himself redden and shook his head, so she continued. "I decided to split away from my brothers as they were busy trying to figure out how to beat those gift machines."

"They are manipulated, you cannot win." He said, rolling his eyes. Emma laughed, agreeing with him, "you know how Vincent can get. And then of course Gilles has to join him, in hopes to impress our dear older brother."

"Younger siblings, what do you want." he smiled, thinking back to Elise and how much she likes to include him in things. He shook himself out of these thoughts as she felt her hands around his arm again.

"Anyway, they left me all alone, and drinking on your own is just sad. So now that I found you, let's go and grab a drink together!" Belgium said, looking up to him from where she was holding onto him.

He wanted to tell her he wasn't sad all on his own, but what came out instead was a stuttered,

"A-Ah Alright."

Emma beamed at him and he had to look away deciding instead to find a spot for them to sit. He noticed there weren't really any tables free in this tent anymore.

"Emma, I think it is best if we move to another tent."

"You read my mind!" She exclaimed and she moved towards the exit.

Despite his expectation, the reduced amount of people around them once they were outside did not make her let go of his arm.

Secretly he was glad, it made him feel close to her, a true gentleman.

They walked for a bit towards the next tent, and he quickly made up some excuse for why this one wasn't good. At some point he saw her shiver and offered his traditional alpine jacket to her.

He felt a little embarrassed which only worsened as an older gentleman and his wife, who had seen the move, gave him a supportive thumbs up.

She blushed a little as she accepted it and he swore he heard her say something about it "smelling good," quietly to herself.

When she had his jacket on and took a hold of his arm again he felt like he could do anything, and with his new-found confidence he asked her if she didn't want to grab dinner first instead.

"Sure, but please no more schnitzel, I'm so sick and tired of it." she laughed and he couldn't help smiling with her.

"No worries, we could just get some burgers or sausages," he proposed.

"Yeah I wouldn't mind some German sausage… although I prefer Swiss sausages." She winked at him.

Sebastian came to a halt, he was completely flustered now, various images floating around his head.

"My god, Sebastian, I was joking, you're so easy to fluster," Emma cracked up.

It's okay she was just joking, Switzerland told himself trying to get any dirty thoughts out of his mind.

"Yeah, of course, I knew that," he cleared his throat, "Let's get something to eat, shall we."

He offered his arm again and she took it with a spark of mischievousness in her eyes.

They ended up both having some pieces of pork with sauerkraut and fries, which Belgium described as; "not the worst thing I've ever seen or tasted." Switzerland had rolled his eyes at her, in amusement.

Emma also took an ice cream, despite the already chilly weather. She argued that with her jacket she felt nice and warm and ready for ice cream.

He was the one who ended up paying for their meal, not caring that she complained about it. "You, Switzerland, paying for my meal? Hell must have frozen over," she joked.

Sebastian doubted it even without his jacket he felt incredibly warm. All due to her presence, she was like the sun.

"It is just easier and practical," he deadpanned, trying to hide that he had felt like this was the logical thing to do considering how much their activity resembled a date.

"Yeah, yeah, mister… next beer is on me," she grinned.

"Sounds like a fair deal." He shrugged.

Suddenly something was shoved close to his face and his eyes went a little cross-eyed. Emma laughed. "Don't panic, have a taste of this, it's honestly quite good." She said, as she moved the spoon full of ice cream in front of him.

Sebastian looked at it for a few seconds before opening his mouth, "aaaah…" Emma said as she fed him the ice cream.

It did indeed taste pretty good, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He turned to say so to her when he noticed the rosy blush on Emma's cheeks, hiding her face in her ice cream.

"You two make a beautiful young couple," the man who was sitting on the bench next to them, said. "It reminds me of my late wife and I when we were young."

Sebastian felt his cheeks heat right up, "Oh, we're n…"

Emma cut him off, "Thank you sir, I'm sorry about your loss."

"It's alright," the man continued, "she passed three years ago, but we had a wonderful life together. I met her right here at Oktoberfest."

Sebastian brain wasn't computing, Emma was doing all the talking, about how they met and fell in love over chocolate. Surprisingly enough her story didn't really sound that far from the truth, except that she must have been making up the part about falling in love with him.

When she finished her ice cream she excused herself and wished the old man an enjoyable stay further.

They walked for a couple more minutes and Switzerland turned to her, "why did you lie to the old man?"

She stopped and turned to him surprisingly serious.

"Sebastian, we're both centuries old, haven't you learned by now that it is better to keep the humans happy with lies than tell them the truth?"

He mulled it over, she continued to walk.

"And... it's not like I really lied, I merely exaggerated."

"Now what do you mean by that?" Sebastian asked heart beating faster in his chest, following after her.

Belgium didn't reply, looking at her surroundings, "Look this tent seems a little less full, we might be able to get a spot there. Let's go!"

Sebastian was annoyed she didn't answer his question, but as she pulled him along by his hand instead of his arm, he found he lost all train of thoughts.

They managed to find a space next to a group of rowdy British tourists and Sebastian would have groaned if Emma didn't look so happy to finally sit down.

The two nations enjoyed the music and chatted with their British neighbours, well mostly Emma.

He felt a brief pang of jealousy when she told them about a "dear British friend" of hers. The only thing that calmed him down was the fact her foot under the table seemed to be brushing up against his own from time to time.

If Elise knew he was playing footsie with Emma in public he would never hear the end of it.

One of the men asked her if she wanted to dance and Switzerland grimaced, knowing that with how much Emma loved dancing she would never say no.

Which explains why he was pleasantly surprised when she turned him down stating she had drunk a bit too much.

Sebastian looked at her and she shrugged at him with a small smile.

"Perhaps some fresh air will do you good Emma," the Swiss offered.

Emma smiled and turned to the tourists bidding them farewell. As they walked away towards the exit of the tent he is sure he heard one of them refer to him as 'one hell of a lucky bastard'.

If only...

Looking at Emma who was hanging on his arm again under the pretence of not wanting to get lost he wished he could agree. However, even though she isn't his he couldn't help feel lucky to be with her at oktoberfest.

They walked outside for a bit and suddenly the Belgian woman pulled him along in a certain direction.

"Emma, wha…?" He said, and his eyes move to the direction she was pointing; the ferris wheel.

"Come on, mon cher! Don't tell me you are afraid?"

"Of course not!" He said quickly, trying not to let the petname get to him. "It is just that 10€ is a lot of money for a ride in the Ferris wheel no?''

"Don't worry I'll make the 'ride' worth your while," Emma grinned at him.

Sebastian felt confused and flustered once again.

He was sure he must have missed something based on the look she was giving him, but he finally sighed and agreed to go on the ride. Knowing that she knew he was unable to say no to her.

However, instead of sitting on the opposite side of him she decided to place a hand on his knee and position herself right next to him.

"So we can enjoy the sights together," she whispered close enough to his ear for him to feel her breath brush against his cheek.

Oh man, he was so fucked.

Slowly the cart started moving and Sebastian was trying to figure out what to say to break the silence between them. All he could hear right now was the muffled mechanical noise of the ferris wheel and his and Emma's soft breaths.

No that was a lie, his increased heartbeat was also incredibly noticeable and yet he hoped Belgium wouldn't.

"Sebastian, I mean Switzerland I have to admit something…" Emma started with a soft smile not looking at him but at the view instead. There was a soft blush to her cheeks.

"Ah… y-yeah?"

"It wasn't a coincidence that I found you. I mean me, and my brothers, crossed your sister and Gilbert and she told me she left you alone knowing there was a chance you would encounter us. So, I told them to go on without me so I could keep you company."

Switzerland didn't know what to say, he guessed it was nice of her to take pity on him.

"Thank you, I think… for keeping me company." He says, with a little smile not looking at her either.

"You are very welcome! We should do it more often. This was a great date!" Emma sighed happily.

Oh…

Switzerland was speechless.

A date! She thought it was a date! Oh!

"Sebastian?" Emma asked.

Should he agree with her? Ask her to clarify? Does that mean she was interested?

"Hallo Sebastian?" Emma tried again.

So many questions… so little answers…

Suddenly there were two hands on his cheek turning his head to his neighbour. He felt his cheeks colour bright red at being so close to her.

"Are you alright?" She asked softly. "I mean if you are trying to find a way to reject me without hurting my feeling you can just say so," she added with a tiny sad smile and simultaneously breaking his cold little heart.

A heart that belonged to her since the first time he saw her.

"No!" He suddenly exclaimed.

"No?!" Belgium repeated sitting back a little surprised.

Sebastian took a deep breath. Come on Sebastian. You are Switzerland, rich in nature, mountains and money. Let's be brave!

"Emma… I mean Belgium, I turn into a stumbling fool when you are around and it's because I lose all my senses and ability to think straight. You are a beautiful, smart and kind woman and I have intense feelings for you I cannot begin to describe."

There was a long silence and Sebastian realised he was looking at his own shoes not daring to look at the other nation in the cart.

Suddenly there was a giggle.

He turns and saw Belgium with a wide smile, trying to stiffle her own beautiful laugh.

"Intense feelings? Does that mean you like like me? Or that you want me carnally?"

"Euh…" There she goes rendering him speechless again. What is he supposed to say to that?

"Or both?" She snorts and leans her face forward, closer to his.

Oh gott!

Suddenly another surge of bravery he moves his face and goes in to finally tastes those lips he had never dared dream about.

They were so incredibly soft and so addicting.

Sebastian pulled back moving a hand to her cheek, her eyes were twinkling and she had a rosy blush on her cheeks.

"That was nice," she whispered.

He hummed in agreement before deciding to kiss her once again. Relishing the surprised gasp as he decided to deepen the kiss.

Switzerland got completely lost in the kiss, in the feelings... Moving from her mouth to her neck with small pecks intending to show her just how strongly he truly felt for her.

"Ah Sebastian!" She half moans, half laughs. But he doesn't stop.

"Seb-, Switzerland! We're... Still in public!"

That seems to do the trick and he pulls back embarrassed!

"Ah…" he clears his throat, "uhm Emma I'm so sorry about this" he moves away from where he was still leaning over her.

Emma was still panting a little.

"No no! Do not apologize! It has been a while since I felt like a teenager again! But let's not do this where we can get caught" She giggled and Switzerland felt himself smile along.

"You know you have a beautiful smile." Emma said as she caressed his face.

He feels himself redden before recomposing himself, "Ah, well nothing compared to the beautiful sound of your laugh."

A little surprised, Emma hid her face but not before Sebastian saw the rosy tint to her cheeks.

Suddenly the cart came to halt. Without realizing it they had arrived at the bottom of the ferris wheel. Like the gentleman he was he helped Belgium get out of the cart by holding a hand out for her, satisfied that she didn't immediately let go.

He was about to suggest they continue their discussion when a sudden voice interrupted him.

"Ah sister there you are!" The country of Luxembourg said with a smile standing next to a happy and slightly pink-faced Liechtenstein.

The smile turned into a frown and then a grimace when he realized who exactly was standing next to Belgium.

"Ah Sebastian. How unexpected to see you here."

"Hello, Gilles." The Swiss man said curtly hoping it wasn't obvious what he had been doing with the man's sister before he noticed his own standing next to him.

"Elise, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Gilbert?"

Liechtenstein pulled a slightly panicked face, making eye contact with Belgium who immediately knew what was going on and was having the time of her life.

"Oh you must have helped Gilles looking for me!" Emma started, clapping her hands together. "That's so sweet of you!"

Liechtenstein picked up on what she was doing, and grabbed Luxembourg by the arm, "Yes, Gilles was quite worried when he couldn't find you any longer and I decided to help him! Gilbert stayed behind with Vincent to help him with the machines."

"Right, the machines..." Switzerland said, narrowing his eyes at the man, who seemed to have a sudden interest in his own shoes.

"Right!" Belgium said with a bright smile, pulling at his hand, "Well me and your brother are going to go check out the broken curtain in my hotel room! See you guys tomorrow at breakfast"

"What curtain…?" He asked as he was dragged along.

She ignored him with an eye roll but not before passing her brother and whispering something that sounded suspiciously like "even if we don't really need it, use protection!"

Both Luxembourg and Liechtenstein went bright red.

Sebastian was very confused staring at the whistling Belgian.

"What?" She said turning to him amused.

"What were they really doing?" He stopped and mused with a frown.

Emma rolled her eyes, "probably nothing worse than what we did or are planning to do. My brother is a gentleman and treats Elise like she is the rarest of flowers, I'm sure everything will be fine.

He huffed and crossed his arms, showing her he did not quite believe her.

"Alright so doo you want to go check out the colour of my curtain or do you want to beat up my brother for giving your sister a good time?"

Switzerland opened and closed his mouth a couple of times but decided to continue marching.

"I thought I was supposed to fix the curtains un your hotel room?"

Emma just told him to shut up which to her surprise got an actual laugh out of him.

They continued walking to her hotel were he did look at her curtains for a while just because it amused him, before Belgium pulled him into her bed.

Hours later as she was nestled against his chest deep asleep he could honestly say he hadn't felt so incredibly happy and free in a while

Guess German beer and Oktoberfest were good for something after all!

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