Vash glanced at the herd of sheep shifting outside his window before wrenching away from the view to change for bed. Sheep were so smelly. Why on earth did his family ever decide that raising them was a good lifestyle?
Oh yeah. Mountains. Right.
Mountains did have their limitations, he supposed. Especially concerning livestock. Though a childhood spent wearing wool makes for a childhood of itch.
Luckily, Vash had other things to look forward to than a life revolving around sheep. Tomorrow, his family would make the monthly trip to town to get rid of some fluffballs in trade for something that wasn't sheep. It was refreshing enough without an additive: they would also be filing adoption papers for another child. His parents claimed they were doing so for another helping hand, but it was really obvious that they were doing it so they wouldn't feel alone when all their kids grew out of the sheep business in a few years. It was equally as obvious that none of his brothers wanted to keep raising the brainless creatures any longer than they had to, and Vash had his share on that opinion. With all his brothers, he safely bet that his parents would not need any financial support from the herds, and he, honestly, was correct. Sheep didn't provide much income, anyways.
Vash didn't really want to go anyways- it still sounded boring- but he was getting dragged along nonetheless and had no real choice in the matter.
He was really looking forward to it. You know, being pulled through life slowly and all that. So fucking entertaining.
Maybe he could fall asleep now.
AN: The chapters are probably going to be 6x longer than the introduction.
This is obviously going to be a SwissAus fic, and I hope that it will be something that doesn't want to make you puke painfully.
I will not be making any Hetalia character the villain, nor, really, any character in general.
Anyways, I hope you don't hate this fic too much and don't despise me for writing it.