{Author's Note: There isn't enough of this couple so I decided I needed to post up a little story! I know my writing sucks and I cant write dance scenes, so bear with me and use your imagination, k?}
Erreur dans l'amour
Switzerland X Germany
The courtyard seemed to glow in bright sunlight, pleasing Vash as he basked in the beauty of his own home. The smile that was seen once in a blue moon had appeared across his face and he couldn t help but feel light hearted. He was managing his money well this month and no one had really bothered him.
His mind at ease, the young Swiss man sat down in a chair not far from the edge of his territory. Even in such a good mood, Vash kept his gun close by, just in case. Without even thinking, he began to doze off, a contempt smile on his face.
Psh-! Hey~~ Swissy, wake up..! , A young blonde frenchy poked at the young Swiss man sleeping happily. Regrettably waking up from his peaceful nap, Vash growled and grabbed the revolver that was strapped to his leg. Within seconds he had Francis pinned to the ground, the barrel of the gun rested dangerously close to his temple.
What are you doing at my house, Francis? Vash growled softly, pushing the gun closer to Francis s head.
Whoa, whoa, calm down, mon cher. Francis freaked a bit, feeling the cold touch of the barrel on his face, knowing the young Swiss man wouldn t think twice about shooting him, I just wanted to invite you to my party tonight, Ohonhon.
Vash shuddered and released the French man, Get out of here already.
Hear me out, Vash. Everyone is going to be there, you need to socialize anyways. Francis chuckled thinking about it, handing Vash the invitation slip. The green eyed man took the invitation warily, looking at it with uncertainty, You are coming, oui?
I ll see Vash said, shooting at the ground next to Francis s feet, Now get out of here.
Hey! That could have hit me! Francis yelped, tears in his eyes.
You think I didn t intend to miss? The Swiss man glared slightly at the frenchy in his wakening. Francis got up quickly and scattered.
Vash opened the invitation and read it to himself, beginning to walk back into his house. He walked into the house and locked the door behind him, the house was dark, but warm and cozy at the same time. Making his way through the hallways he made it to his room and shut the door behind him. He cast the invitation aside, onto his dresser and began to unbutton his coat, debating whether or not he should go. Psh. What s the point in these little parties anyways? Everyone makes such a big deal about them I suppose I should go, and see what the hype is all about.