Flowers, burned.

Cards, shreddered.

Stuffed animals, checked fro anything lethal.

Chocolates, not Swiss, thrown away.

Clothes, donated.

Creepy Russian at the door...

Vash cocked his shotgun and pointed it at Ivan. "I'm neutral." He hissed with narrowed green eyes. The Russian only smiled and offered the box in his hands. Carefully, the swiss took it and shoved his gun more into Ivan's face. Russia held up his hands and slowly backed away, still smiling.

Vash closed his door and put his shotgun down next to the door. Slowly, he opened the box. His eyes widened and he dropped the lid. It was Swiss chocolate. Maybe the Russian wasn't so bad...

But he was still neutral and it wouldn't be that easy to win him over.