After an arduous trip, one of which the Swiss man hoped to soon forget. Lilli had spent most of the ride sewing, which left dear Vash to sit and twiddle his fingers in agony of the impending torture that was to come. His over active imagination, complete with adorable pictures of fluffy creatures, was teaming with the thought of Austria's laughter. Liechtenstein never seemed to worry about it, but Vash could never understand how that air headed Austrian didn't bother her. He was, well, Roderich! What was there worth liking about him at all?
The car pulled up in front of the Austrian's home, another unfortunate disappointment to be standing in front of. It was surprisingly alike to the Swiss house, other than the ornate decorations, the costly pillars, and the grandeur of it all. Then again, that was costly and completely unlike anything Vash enjoyed in his home. Perhaps they were very different homes after all.
To his greatest surprise, the wiry haired Austrian himself came to greet them. As was expected, that wicked kitchen creeper followed at his heels, some sly smile stuck on her lips as she moved around to Liechtenstein's side and took her by the arm. However surprised, Lilli followed her into the mansion without question. Hungary wasted no time in giving her the full tour before showing Lilli to her room for their week stay.
In their new found freedom, Vash and Roderich were left to walk alongside the other, awkwardly avoiding conversation. They weren't well suited to that, but the blonde young man could already see the question burning on the Austrian's lips. It had been something to dead ever since they got in the car, and it hadn't been so short of a ride over. At one point Vash had looked over and thought that even dear Lilli was getting frustrated with his nervous twitch and irritated aimless staring. He would have to do his best not to let that show too much. If they had to live together, even if just for a week, there was no room for pained expressions and awkward avoidance of questions. Perhaps he might finally learn the point of a good poker face.
"What exactly happened? You sounded angrier than distressed over the phone." Roderich asked gently, toying with his words only slightly to make them seem even the least bit more pleasant and playful. He was in no place to be making Vash angry with pointless questions.
"Someone came around with a bat and smashed in all the windows at my house. No one was hurt, no further threats, just a lot of broken glass." Vash answered softly. He stalled over what followed, hoping that when he said it, Roderich would remember the day's events at the world conference. "Lilli seemed convinced it was a Hungarian girl."
Roderich paused a moment, standing still on the stone walk for a short moment before he continued forward, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thought. "How about dinner? You both must be ravished after such a long trip. It's already grown dark; we must make sure you get something to eat before you crash for the evening."
Vash turned his gaze to Roderich as he picked up his pace, double timing toward the kitchen. The Swiss man had to be careful not to run just to keep up with the taller man's long strides. Austria had skipped around that subject rather quickly. Probably for good reason, when Elizavetta was the main cook they'd do right not to say something against her. If she was scary without a greeting, it was hard to imagine what she'd be like after insulting her. It wouldn't be pretty, that was for sure.
Vash followed him inside quietly from there, afraid he'd get into trouble with Elizavetta if he said anymore about it; he'd just keep his mouth shut. Instead of bothering with a new conversational topic, Roderich lead Vash to the guest room in silence. Inside, the house was just as luxurious as the outside, holding a grandeur Vash couldn't much appreciate, but he easily would have pegged as Austria's. Roderich didn't concern himself with money the way Vash did, something that always bothered the blonde greatly. They stopped getting along for a reason, and Vash had always believed that was the reason why.
On the second floor was a large room decorated with off white walls and gold painted crowning. The drapes matched the walls, laced with gold thread through out. The floor was hard wood with a large area rug starting at the end of the bed. The bed itself had a dark wood frame with four high posts. The sheets were a dark blue with gold threading and off white colored pillow cases. The room was far too regal for Vash's taste, or pocket book, so he hoped not to be stuck in it. He wasn't going to get out of it that easily. Roderich stopped to the side of the open double doors and signaled into the room.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a room any loser to Lilli. My house staff was rather insistent that you two be given some space." Roderich apologized gently before he turned to walk away. A step forward, a second, but he paused and looked back to Vash just as the blonde boys stomach grumbled. It brought a smile to Roderich's lips. "I'll see what I can do about dinner settings on such short notice. In the mean time, feel free to wander; you are a guest after all."
Roderich nodded his head once more to his old friend from a time long past. Sometimes the black haired boy wondered why that had to end; it was always something to think about, but not just then. He walked down the hall, leaving Vash to his lonesome while he settled in. Switzerland moved over to the four post bed and sat down on the end. His feet dangled slightly off the end as he lay back, staring up at the ceiling. Even that was painted god awful gold. In a very short while he felt out of place. He sat up quickly, fast enough that his head swam for a few seconds before he got to his feet.
He needed out, and there was no better a way to escape a luxurious room than to actually get outside. Maybe Austria would have a shooting range around, something calm Vash's nerves. Then again, Austria was a pansy, he had girly hands, he was afraid to get dirty, and he even spent his days inside playing piano. Any thought of a shooting range was gone quickly. Maybe he'd find something else; he'd keep his hopes up.
Needless to say, his shoulder's drooped, his steps slowed and he trudged his way downstairs and out the back door.