It hadn't always been like this.
She hadn't always been willing to close that gap.
Amelia though found it almost peaceful to be near the neutral country of the world, almost soothing in a passionate way to kiss him.
Vash had become so much more than a country to her; he had become a person and with that, a loved one.
Amelia found herself smiling, fingers interlocked in blond hair, lips falling into a familiar tempo, almost like the beat of a drum.
Her breaths fell at once with his.
Amelia clung close as if she couldn't get close enough to him, as if he was simply her everything, her only tie to this life.
She knew without a doubt that love coursed through her veins for him.
Amelia wondered if there ever was a way to tie in the burning of a heart, the passionate feelings of one in love, to anything chained by international relations; a heart always felt more than can be tied to normal boundaries.
She stayed close even after lips had parted, felt his racing heart nearly become hers.
Each breath manged to mark a lovely second with the precious one that they loved.
Amelia leaned closer as if chasing the passionate joy from a moment ago and felt her heart race in time with their tune and their breaths pool collectively together.
She felt temporarily on top of the world, loved, and eager for another lip locked moment together.
Love left her beyond elated for another moment and joyous over every little thing; Vash truly had her as she felt sure he was her own as well.