Vash had enough of his fellow countries' foolishness. They constantly wasted their time during world meetings by singing songs and bickering about problems that weren't related to anything. The only 'normal' people in the room (besides himself) were Ludwig and Kiky but they always seemed to be too busy with trying to bring the meeting back on track or talking(or in Ludwig's case shouting out) to Feliciano. That just left the Swissman as the only mature one out of all the countries.
Today's meeting was especially annoying. Alfred, Francis and Arthur were in an argument about trade or something and somehow everyone was pulled into this situation. Vash wasn't having a good day to begin with and became extremely irritated. "YOU IDIOTS!" He shouted, pounding on the table with his fist, "WE ARE GOING NOWHERE WITH THIS!" Everyone froze and stared at him. They were slightly surprised and shocked to see him so upset. Sure, the old grump was in a bad mood most of the time but he was never this angry. Before anyone could speak, Vash left the meeting.
Storming down the streets and trying to cool his head, he ran into someone.
"Au! Watch where you're going you foolish fool!"
The Swissman looked at them. She was female, with short silvery blue hair and wore the most strange outfit he's ever seen. It showed off her slim hourglass figure, and boy was she shapely! Vash couldn't stop staring at her, entranced by her unique look.
The woman seemed to notice him checking her out and she cracked out her whip, "Hey! Fool! Help me up!"
Vash blinked and shook his head, waking up from his little trance. He helped her stand up, "Entschuldigung, I didn't mean to run into you like that."
"You better be sorry you foolish fool!"
"Hey! I just apologized! You better be grateful!" The Swissman's temper began to rise again. He couldn't tolerate much rudeness and sass any longer.
"I don't thank foolish fools such as you."
"And what makes you say that?"
"I am a von Karma. I come from the most perfect family in the world."
"Says who?"
"Says me and the rest of the von Karmas!"
He huffed, "So you're that type."
"What do you mean, fool?"
"The prissy princess type who thinks they're all perfect."
"I'm not 'prissy', I am perfect! Now excuse me, I'm in a hurry."
"Where are you going?"
"None of your foolish business." She turned around to leave.
"Wait!" He called after her, "Wie lautet ihr Vorname?"
She looked back and said, "Franziska. My full name is Franziska von Karma, if you are foolish enough to not have figured it out."