There was hardly room for anyone in this place, especially when it came to sleeping. Vash, like many others, took their place cramped on the floor for sleep. Lili, like the younger nations like Peter and Raivis, were awarded the couch. Normally he would be appalled at the idea of Lili sleeping anywhere near those boys, but he had no choice, since he really didn't want her sleeping on this disgusting floor.
Life here was bustling. But rarely was there talk above a soft whisper. And considering the amount of people in the room that was surprising.
The only person who ever left was Matthew- he used to live relatively close to this building, and people would think of him as an average citizen, since they were so used to seeing him. And since they were in Canada, nobody seemed to 'forget' him.
Most days it was decent food, but anything like what Vash was used to. Of course it was better that way, because if he were to make the food, he would spend double the amount of time in the store as Matthew did, and be tedious about every single step in every single meal he made. He shouldn't be complaining.
"So what made you two come?" Elizaveta asked softly, sitting near Vash as she waited for Matthew to return with food.
"We kept getting wind of the airports closing." He sighed. "If we didn't get out then, we'd be stuck."
"Oh."
"I guess we could've always gone to Liechtenstein to hide for a little longer… but I didn't want to risk it."
She nodded. "It was probably best. But you know that they're figuring it out, right?" she bit her lip. "It's only a matter of time before they figure out where we're hiding. They know we're in this city."
"So it would've been better if-"
"No. I'm not saying that at all." She said defensively. "You would've been found eventually. The public knows our faces. Matthew is taking a large risk going out there. It speeds up our discovery, but we need food."
He nodded, sighing a bit. He was checking bullets for his guns throughout the whole discussion, but she didn't really see anything rude or wrong about it.
"I'm not the only one who brought weapons, right?" he asked. "I even got Lili to carry a few pistols."
She smiled. "No. I know that Gilbert brought a few old swords he can't leave behind, I brought a dagger or two. I'm sure Lovino and Alfred brought guns, and Antonio probably somehow got his axe with him. Natalya probably brought all her knives."
"Have they left ever since then?" he asked, softer. "The original four?"
"I doubt it. They're all obviously a bit stir crazy… but I think they realize it's better than being caught."
It had only been three days since Vash and Lili arrived. And it was already over.
There was a heavy banging coming from other apartments, of people, government people, looking for them.
"They found us." Matthew muttered softly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
Everyone except Vash and Lili had been made aware of the place they were to go, just to throw them off a little more. So the two just followed the crowd, into a tiny room, pressed from wall to wall. There was no window, but even if there was, they couldn't escape out of it. It would be too obvious.
Vash and Lili were at the very front, and although Vash didn't really mind (he had the most weapons), Lili was his main concern. But running to the back was impossible.
"It won't hold them off forever. Just stay still and quiet." Matthew cautioned.
Besides the banging of metal against metal, there was no sound.
"Bruder…" Lili whimpered, grabbing his hand.
"Be quiet, Lili." He whispered, thumb rubbing her hand, which was supposed to be of some sort of use to comfort her.
"You're not helping." Roderich snapped at him softly.
Vash shot a glare at him, picking Lili up as they hear the door be kicked in.
"You're going to be okay." Whispered into Lili's ear.
"Okay." She replied very softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her face from everyone.
"Everyone out! We know you're in here!" a male voice boomed.
No one budged.
"Get out!" another yelled.
Lili's tears soaked Vash's jacket.
In every pair of eyes, pain was obvious. Things seemed slower, moving at a pace that reminded one of a dreaming state. Slow and winding, everything happening as if you were just observing.
His heart snapped when the room hiding them busted open.
He was pushed with the crowd, protecting Lili along the way. His coat and her coat were lined with important things. His, guns and a few keepsakes. Hers also held guns, but lighter, smaller ones. She had put clothes, both her own and Vash's, pictures and books in a bag, which she held close to her, in order not to lose it. Sentimental was a word that could describe her.
"Move it! Stand where they can see you."
Residents gaped at the sight before them.
Flash.
Camera flashes lit the early morning sky.
A microphone was shoved into Vash's face.
"State your country name. In English."
He blinked. "Switzerland." He said, in a very oblivious monotone.
They grabbed at Lili, and he pushed them back.
"Don't touch her."
"Then who is she?"
"Liechtenstein."
The woman moved on. A scared Tino, emotionless Berwald and frightened Peter stood next to him.
"Finland." His voice was small and scared.
"Sweden." His voice had surprised the reporter, making her jump a bit.
"And you?"
Peter stayed quiet.
"Well?"
"He's Sealand." Tino said for him.
She laughed. "Never heard of it."
"Then look it up." Arthur said in the distance.
A small smile appeared on Peter's lips.
She moved on.
"Belarus." She glared. The reporter wasn't given a chance to ask.
"Rude." She replied.
Alfred grabbed Natalya's shoulders as she tried to attack the woman, desperately reaching for a knife to throw.
"You?"
"America."
She laughed heartily before flicking him off.
Vash tuned out the conversations, as did everyone else.
Until she got to Gilbert.
Everyone paid attention.
"Who are you?" she was obviously confused by his white hair and red eyes.
"Prussia."
"Shouldn't you be dead?"
Gilbert resisted the urge to punch her. She noticed.
"Go ahead, hit me."
"Why don't you move on?"
"Fine." She said. "What an asshole." She added.
"Shut the hell up, why don't you?"
"I'm doing my job."
They were stuffed into a car, driving down a snowy road for what seemed like hours. Time passed with no voices. Only whimpers and shifting coats made noise.
Snow continued to fall around them, but it only melted in the bright white sunlight of the morning sky.
A/N: as of right now I don't care about reviews, not on this story. I don't, but it's kinda depressing.
But what am I saying? I lurk stories.
Okay, whether you're a lurker or just some random person, hope you liked it. I know it sucks. Oh well. It was bothering me that I hadn't posted this even though it's kind of stupid.
See you whenever I post, readers who read this.
