Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia [if only TAT], Vocaloids, or the Story of Evil songs. I don't really own the idea for this ;; I got the idea from a comment on youtube ^^;;

Though that user was right, there should be a PV for story of evil with Liechtenstein and Switzerland! So since I have no clue how to do that nor am I a nico nico douga user, I shall write it out instead!

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"You're a princess, I'm a servant

Destiny separated pitiful twins

If it's for the sake of protecting you

I'll become evil for you

Inside expectations we were born

We were blessed by the church bells

For the convenience of selfish adults

Our future was split in two

Even if all the world

Became your enemy

I will protect you so

You just be there smiling

You're a princess, I'm a servant

Destiny separated pitiful twins

If it's for the sake of protecting you

I'll become evil for you

When I went to a neighbouring country

In town I caught sight of a girl of green

From that kind voice and smiling face

I fell in love at first sight…"

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Vash sighed. It was nearly tea time. He poured the steaming water into the cup. He looked up at the clock again. There wouldn't be time for it to cool down. He placed the tea cup neatly on the tray before picking it up.

He hoped Lili wouldn't be upset with him.

He strolled down the hall to the garden outside. Vash set the tray on the small table next to the elegant chair in which his princess sat.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, big brother."

He scowled. "Lili, I am your servant. You must learn to call me Vash," he lectured. It was ridiculous, him having to teach her how to address her new servant like a princess should.

Lili just kept smiling. "You are also my dear older brother whom I have not seen since we were little. I believe I'm allowed such informalities," her smile grew nostalgic as she looked down at her tea.

Vash knew what she was thinking. They had been separated when they were small children. She was remembering the days before then, when they played with each other in the fields. They would play in the clovers for what seemed like hours, making necklaces and crowns for each other. He sighed, missing those days as well.

He was never told why they were pulled away from each other on that fateful day.

Perhaps it was his status as half brother to beloved Princess to the Yellow Kingdom? It was the illegitimacy that earned him his placement as a servant instead of a first born heir.

Vash didn't hold it against Lili, though. In fact he was glad, he got to be close to her and help her if she ever needed it.

He shook himself out of his head and returned his focus to his little sister, who had been sipping tea patiently. "Nonetheless, you should address me as a proper princess should."

Lili simply nodded. Vash knew she just didn't want to argue.

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Vash looked down at his note. It stated the cake shop he had to go to. Why here though? Why in the kingdom of Green? Couldn't they have just had a baker from their kingdom make it?

Lili had been insistent that she must try a cake from this store though. It had allegedly been called the best cake in all the lands.

Vash scoffed. He was almost certain he was better. His chocolate creations were wondrous.

Nonetheless, he was her servant, and thus had set out to this country of Green. Its name preceded itself, for the city he was in was surrounded by luscious green trees.

He walked into the store, a bell going off as he opened the door. The store was quaint and warm.

He walked up to the counter, seeing as the place seemed void of customers at the moment.

"Hello?" Vash called out. Was the place even open?

"One moment!" called a voice from the back. Vash tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently.

When the man finally came out, Vash was met with a sight. He was tall with perfect brown hair, with the exception of the stray strand sticking up, but that added to the allure. His deep blue eyes were seen through a pair of wire framed glasses. Glasses! This cake shop must earn him a lot of money for him to afford them.

"What would you like?" Vash didn't answer right away, too busy staring at his lips forming the words, lips that were accented by a small beauty mark in the corner.

"Oh! Um I-I would like cake," Vash finally replied. His face was red, how stupid must he be to be distracted by this!

The man chuckled. "I would have never guessed, this being a cake house and all. What kind would you prefer?"

Vash fumbled to take out the note he put in his pocket. "Sachertorte,"

The man gave a small smile. "Right away, sir," he nodded as he returned to the back of the store.

Vash rubbed the back of his neck. What was wrong with him?

He was startled by the chime of bells indicating someone else had opened the door.

Before he could turn to see who he was he was interrupted by the arrival of the cake man and a small box.

As Vash turned to get the money out of his pocket, he turned to take a peek at who had entered. His eyes were met with emptiness, though.

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly. It seems as though his ears were playing tricks on him.

Vash sighed and paid the man. He took the box and turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to have some?" The man said suddenly. Vash turned to see him resting his elbows on the counter casually.

What did it matter to him? They were strangers.

"No. It isn't for me,"

"Oh, than for a lover?"

"No."

"Then who?"

Vash's eyebrow twitched. This man was starting to get on his nerves.

"If you must know, it's for the Princess of Yellow. I am her personal servant," Vash stated his title with pride.

The man rose and eyebrow and straightened up. "Royal servant? That's a heavy title. Perhaps you should buy a slice for yourself?"

Vash scoffed again. A sales pitch? "No thank you, I don't want any. Besides I have no money to spare."

The man looked shocked. "Don't want any? Why not? Have you not tried it before?"

"No."

"Then you must!"

"I told you I don-"

"No excuses. It is rude to say you don't want something you never tried," he went back again and came out with a slice of chocolate cake. He went around the counter and set the plate onto a table. "Here. No charge."

Vash was taken aback. Why was it so important he ate the cake? After a few moments he sat down and stared at it. Perhaps it was poisoned?

The man laughed. "Would you like me to take the first bite?" Vash's red face was answer enough for him.

He hung his apron neatly on a peg before sitting on the other side of the table. He took a fork and claimed himself a small portion of the cake. He plopped it into his mouth with a satisfied smile.

After watching him closely for a few seconds, making sure he didn't suddenly choke or fall to the floor, he carefully took a small part of cake for himself. He stared at it for a final second before warily taking a bite.

His eyes widened as the man watched, amused. "Do you still say that you don't want it?"

Vash didn't reply at first. The cake was amazing, much better than he ever could have made. Now he understood why Lili made him come all the way to the neighboring country to get it.

"How do you make this?" Vash asked. He needed to be able to make this for Lili.

The man put a finger to his lips. "That's a secret."

Vash almost pouted. "Is your name a secret too?" Well if was going to come back here all the time as he now planned to, he at least needed to know that basic thing.

The man didn't answer at first as he took another bite of the Sachertorte, smudging some of the chocolate on the top of his lip. "It's Roderich."

Vash stared at the smudge before blinking. "Roderich. Like the Prince of Green?"

"Something like that."

"Well Roderich, despite your royal name, I hope you are aware that it is unsightly to have food all over your mouth," Vash said as he took out a handkerchief and leaned over the table to wipe at a surprised mouth. Vash had always been somewhat of a perfectionist.

"There," Vash said when he was done.

He was about to sit down when Roderich grabbed his wrist. Vash looked at his captured hand before he looked up to complain. He then, with a red face, realized just how close they were.

Vash opened his mouth to awkwardly state this when his lips were attacked by Roderich's.

Vash froze for a second, and with an even redder face kissed him back. The taste of the Sachertorte lingered on Roderich's tongue, enticing Vash to further taste his mouth.

It was only when he ran out of breath did Vash abruptly step back. He stammered lightly, his face still crimson, as he tried to get his lungs to fill with air again.

He looked back at Roderich, who was neatly recomposing himself. Vash was at a loss for words when a calm Roderich stood up and placed the box for Lili in his hands.

"Perhaps this should be a secret as well?" Roderich bent over and pecked Vash on the lips. "Your princess won't be happy," Roderich gave a sly smile before walking to get his apron from his peg. "You are running quite late you know," with that Roderich left Vash to his dumbfounded self and disappeared to the back of the store.

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And that was part one~! The depressing parts come next ^^

Neh, Do you know how many times I listen to a servant of evil while writing this?

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