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Falling Slowly

Belgium and Switzerland eventually decided to leave France's wine tasting early, especially after France began to strip down his clothes.

Belgium at first had laughed at the drunken Frenchman, who was taking off his clothes while singing a song is fluent French, off key. But after taking a glance at Switzerland's rather disturbed and appalled face, she gave a lighthearted laugh and grabbed by the arm. She pulled him out onto the cobblestone street.

It was sunset and the area was nearly devoid of people roaming the streets. The sun's dying golden rays peaked over the roofs of house casting a dim light over the street. A nearby water fountain gave a constant, peaceful sound of the water cascading into the pool below it.

"Sorry about that back there," she said laughing breathily. She brushed back a strand of loose hair and adjusted her bow. "Francis can be a bit…"

"Crazy?" Switzerland suggested scowling a bit. "Insane? A bad influence?"

She smiled and guided Vash to the water fountain. She sat on the edge of the fountain and Vash followed suit.

Vash's shirt was wrinkled slightly and his hat sat crookedly on his head. His blond hair, however, was unchanged and in the same condition it had been all night.

She reached over and set Vash's hat straight.

"There," she whispered, smiling slightly. "Perfect."

"I'm sorry we couldn't stay later," Switzerland apologized blushing slightly. He avoided her eyes, much to her disappointment.

'But, he looks so cute when he's sorry,' she internally cooed to herself.

"It's okay" she quickly reassured him. "The wine wasn't as good as I hoped it would be anyways. Besides, it's so nice outside. I like it much better out here."

She smiled and put her hand on her lap. Vash looked up at almost asking if he could hold her hand. She nodded heat rushing up to her cheeks.

"Je bent zo mooi," she murmured. She knew he didn't understand what she had just said but he looked like he understood. You are so beautiful.

She scooted closer to him and leaned her head against his shoulder. She didn't need words to describe how perfect the whole world was in that moment.

Vash put a hand to her back and began to rub comfortingly. He seemed unsure of what to do next, which was a bit odd since he did have a sister. And having a sister that was friends with your girlfriend was normally a good thing. Or, that's Bella thought.

"Bella, tha-" Vash began, as he removed his hand from her back.

Belgium leaned back a bit too far and lost her balance. She let out a small shriek as she landed in the fountain.

"God, it's cold," she laughed between her chattering. Her already cold, bare shoulders were made even colder by the water and her dress was sticking to her body, making the situation even more uncomfortable.

She peered back up at Switzerland who was now standing and blushing a bright red.

"Belgium, Gott you're wet, let me help you up" he said offering hand to her.

She smiled and stared for a moment.

"Je suis désolé, Suisse."

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The moment Belgium had apologized to him; Vash should have known that something was off. What kind of person said sorry before taking someone's hand to help themselves up?

Belgium took his hand and for once he didn't mind feeling the cold of her wet hand. She smiled and yanked him down into the fountain's cold water.

"Merde," he cursed as he tried to recompose himself in the fountain.

"I'm sorry about that," Belgium laughed tossing back her damp hair, which was sticking to her neck. "But the look on your face was priceless."

He rolled his eyes but didn't have any hard feelings against the Belgian. He couldn't stay mad at her. It was like trying to get France to stop flirting or taking away Austria's piano. It was impossible.

"Well I'm sorry about this too," he said as he splashed some water into the girl's face, causing her to splutter.

"Were you being fun?" she asked giggling. He didn't respond to her comment and proceeded to pick himself up out of the fountain. "My gosh, Switzerland's being fun! The world must be ending!"

He tried to put on a straight face as he stood up and looked down at her. She sat in the fountain legs sprawled and hands lightly skimming over the water's surface.

"Do you need help or what?" he asked outstretching his hand, praying to be pulled down again.

She smiled pleasantly. "Why, thank you kind, sir. Now, would you be so kind as to take me back to my hotel room?"

He smiled, "Of course."

She took his hand and squeezed it slightly. And, for once in his life, he didn't mind being wet and looking like a fool in public, all because he was out there with her.

Bella made all the difference. And, that scared him because; despite everything Belgium had managed to worm herself into his heart.

And he wasn't ready to give up his heart.

AN: Hey guys! Long time, no see! I'm really sorry about being late. I'm just getting off the Eurovision high (says the American) and just finished school. I hope this make up for it though. Also, I haven't looked over this thoroughly so I apologize for any mistakes made.

Thanks for everything and please R&R!