Austria was getting tired of the dates! He was almost ready to resort to violence. His anger was worse than when he was with Prussia! There was something seriously wrong with this.

He stormed into the new place. A pub. Austria tried to work that word through his brain. Pub. Pub, pub, pub. No. No, no, no. Yes, that word suited the place much better.

The room was crowded and there was a somewhat tangible sweat in the air. It was disgusting. People rubbed up against each other; there wasn't enough space for everyone. Switzerland sat off in a corner, frowning. Wasn't this what he'd picked? When Austria reached him, he repeated the question again, out loud this time.

"I didn't choose it! My boss did! So don't come complaining to me about your problems, I've got enough of my own!" he said, sounding defensive.

"Well, excuse me for asking a question!"

"You were being nosy!"

"You were being an ASS!" Austria yelled, making the room quiet and heads turn to him. He self-conciously cleared his throat and walked out to get some fress air. How was he supposed to go back in there and face Switzerland now? Wait, face Switzerland? What was he thinking? Maybe it would help if he took a walk.

Austria strolled. He lost track of time early into the walk. But he just kept going.

Eventually he found a park, dark except for the small bubble of light surrounding the street lamps. Shadows clung like ducktape to everything.

Sirens wailed in the background. Austria slumped on a bench. Why did people have to be so bothersome at this time of night? Some people were probably trying to sleep. Why not wait until morning?

To his surprise, the police car didn't pass him. The car pulled up right in front of him. "'Scuse me, sir. Have you seen a man-"

He was cut off by a voice from the back yelling, "Roderich!" Switzerland burst out of the back and hugged Austria. It was uncomfortable. Switzerland seemed to sense Austria's awkwardness and quickly let go. Blushing.

"Vash. . . ?" Austria had to pause to surpress a smirk. "Are you . . . blushing?"

"No! I just . . . feel sick. And it's all because I've been up looking for you all night!" Vash said defensively.

"Well. I'm sorry you had to exert yourself."

"Gah, I'm leaving. I should've left you missing." With that, he turned away, marking the official end of their fourth date.


Author's Note: If you have any date ideas, please tell me! I'm running out!

I'm having PROBLEMS! I got my first grease burn (ow) and then got stung by a wasp (ow).

I've been a Beta for a while, I just forgot to mention it. . . Heh heh, yay! I know you're all SUPER excited to have me as your Beta, but I'll be away next week. I'll try to get SOMETHING up before then, but I dunno what I'll get to. WUB YOUS!

-TN