Alfred smiled to himself, hiding behind a barrel, clutching the large black gun to his chest. Glancing around the field quickly, he adjusted the mask on his face before gasping and ducked down from the blue blur that whizzed near his head before staining the barrel. "Too slow, Vash!" The American called, leaping from his hiding spot and ran.
"That's what you think." Vash said, aiming the paint ball gun directly for the younger blond before pulling the trigger. Diving for the ground once again, the American rolled before jumping up quickly, aiming his own marker at the Swiss then fired twice, two red paint balls flying through the air. Dodging the balls, the Swiss moved to the right then dived, landing on the ground with a grunt.
Gritting his teeth, the shorter blond slowly rose to a crouch, looking around the field with narrowed eyes. Alfred had disappeared. 'Where did he go?' He thought, backing up on his knees, looking for cover.
"Over here," Vash gasped as he heard the voice close by. Turning around, he just narrowly missed the red paint ball aimed for his torso by falling to his back. Instead of standing, the blond barrel rolled to the side, managing to hit a wall. Sitting up, he ran behind the wall before poking his head out, looking for the American who had disappeared once again. How did he keep vanishing so quickly?
'Wait...there you are.' Vash smirked as he spotted him, on his stomach like a sniper, hiding behind a bush. Taking aim carefully, the green eyed man slowly pulled the trigger of the gun back before firing. 'Got you.' He thought, standing up. He watched the blue paint splatter on the mask in the bush then smirked triumphantly.
"Your ass is mine," Looking behind him, the Swiss had no time to dodge as a maskless Alfred pulled back the trigger, the red paint ball hitting the man square in the chest.
"I win, chocolate boy!" The American gloated in his typical fashion, allowing the shorter man to take off his mask and scowl at him. "Now where's my prize?" He said, pushing the Swiss against the wall gently and smiled. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Vash brought him down to his level before placing a kiss on his lips. Putting his hands on his hips, Alfred pulled the shorter man closer, the two melting into each other as the kiss became more heated.
"Rematch," Said Vash when the two blonds pulled away, panting slightly, faces flushed. Alfred laughed gently and nodded.
"Sure! But when I win I want a kiss and you buy me lunch."
"You mean when I win." Vash said, placing the mask back on his face. He wasn't losing this time. His pride as well as his wallet wouldn't allow it.
A/N: Splee! First AmeSwiss! I have no idea why but about two weeks ago or so I was sitting there and the thought 'America and Switzerland would make a pretty awesome couple.' came to my head. You have to think about it. Not only do these two love guns, they actually have pretty good dynamics going on. Though Vash is a pretty hot headed person Alfred is more calm and I think he could probably bring Vash out of that introvertedness of his. I want to write more with these two and I'm developing another story but I'll see how it goes before I even think of putting it up here. There needs to be more AmeSwiss. I'm extremely disappointed by the lack of fics for them. Anyways! Comments are always appreciated! Ciao~Love Stripes