In which Vash owns a bank named after a pistol and Lotte is the worst secretary ever.

CIAO DARLINGS! So before you read, Lotte (pronounced "Laa-tea") is Beligum. I used Lotte because I didnt want to use like Bella or something, I like Lotte better than Femke, and also another dumb reason that you'll see later. On a completely unrelated note, Schokolade is pronounced "Sho-co-laa-da"

Enjoy~

She never got in on time. She barely did her job. She would come into his office uninvited randomly; always bearing gifts, always giggling and charming, always with that verdammt bright and beautiful smile

"Good afternoon, Vash!" And there she was-in a professional-looking, blue, pin-striped skirt suit that complimented her eyes, complete with a matching headband, purse, and heels-flouncing into his office and seating herself on the edge of his desk, like she belonged there. "Chocolate? I made them myself~"

Her name was Lotte Peeters, and she was Vash Zwingli's personal kryptonite.

Before he had met Lotte, the only person who could manipulate Vash into doing something was his younger sister, Lily. He was happy that way, especially since he could also guilt Lily out of guilting him with the "I raised you almost completely by myself, you know" card. All that changed, however, when his second-in-command's secretary suggested Lotte to him. "You cant just continue controlling your schedule all by yourself, sir!" She had claimed as she played with the flower in her hair, "And besides, Mr. Roderich is worried that you'll become a recluse if you only talk to him, Lily, and myself. Someone new will be nice for you, and I know just the girl!"

"Ah, well, I really shouldn't, Miss Peeters," He began to wave her away, silently commanding himself not to look up, Verdammt Vash, if you look up then its all over! You don't even like sweets, have some self control, you spineless bescheuert sitzpinkler! But, like always, he did look at her and, like always, she was pouting and her eyes-Gorgeous green orbs, should be illegal for anyone to have such pretty eyes-were wide and sad and Gott im Himmel, you're going to give in again, aren't you? "B-but I suppose that just this once, I can indulge."

She brightened and leaped from her perch on the desk to hug him, leading Vash's skin to tingle and his face to turn deep red. "Oh thank you, Vash, I just love making chocolate but I have no one to give it to and it's so kind that you take it and thank you so much!"

It really shouldn't have been this way. If you asked anyone, they would tell you that Vash Zwingli was the strict CEO of Flinte Banking and Loans, a no-nonsense man who would kill you if you even looked at Lily. (Well, if you asked anyone except Lily or Lotte (It's rumored that Lotte once heard some employees talking about their bosses disposition, and she proceeded to lecture them for a good 40 minutes on what a "kind and sweet and handsome" guy Vash was. If you mention this incident to Vash, he will not only blush brilliantly, but he will also glare at you so coldly that absolute zero would look nice and toasty)) Vash had known, the second she had waltzed in that first morning-without knocking-when he was talking to Lily, wearing a red dress shirt (which, in Vash's opinion, had looked wonderful on her. Red always was her color) and a black knee-length skirt. She had smiled at Lily and handed him a box of homemade cheese ("No problem, Boss, I'm just so glad that I could have the opportunity to work with you!" "Ah, Miss Peeters, you don't have to call me 'Boss'..." "Okay, Vash! And you can call me Lotte, okay?" "W-wait, Miss Peeters! Lotte! That's not what I meant!"), and Lily had giggled at his dumbstruck face and how nice he had been to her, "Especially compared to the other employees, big bruder". Even as he vehemently denied Lily's accusations, he had suspected that any attempts of resistance against Lotte Peeters were futile, and he had been proving himself right everyday since.

"It was no problem," He patted her back awkwardly, pausing shortly to debate something with himself, even if he knew what the outcome would be. "...Lotte."

She pulled back and grinned at the use of her name, a dazzling, admiring grin that made Vash feel like the most important man in the world. She quickly scribbled a set of numbers on a post-it and stuck it too the desk as Vash grew redder. "Alrighty, Vash, well I have more work to do, as I'm sure you do, so I'll have my phone if you need anything!"

And she was gone, but, like the sun behind a cloud on a hot day, he could still feel his warmth radiating through him, even if she was hidden from his view.

Meine SchokoLotte, the cause of my sweet tooth.

~~~OMAKE~~~

Lotte Peeters raced down the hallways of Flinte's main office, almost tripping over her feet. She didn't stop until she reached the unofficial headquarters of the secretaries of the higher uos, the only break room in the building with a couch and no coffee machine.

"Veta, Veta, Veta, Veta!" She grasped the hands of her best friend, Elizaveta Herdervary, and jumped up and down.

Another one of her friends tittered in amusement from the couch as she retied her pigtails. "Chill, Lots, breathe."

"But, Veta, Chelly, I can't! Vash took my chocolate even though I know he doesn't really like sweets and she hugged me-well, I sort of hugged him and he just hugged me back, but still!-and he called me Lotte to my face and without the 'Miss' and I'm so excited, oh mijn God, meisjes!"

The trio of secretaries squealed and then put the rest of the work day to good use: using all that time to start planning Lotte's wedding, even if it was a bit premature.

Schokolade is German for chocolate. That's the only translation you're getting.

Okay I would apologize for that pun but I liked it and I've been waiting to use it for forever! And by forever I mean since I started shipping swissbel and saw a fic where she name was Lotte and my younger sister called her friend whose name is Charlotte, "Choclotte".

The omake is from a trashed version of this drabble that was in Lotte's pov and both the beginning and end were way over extended and it was drawn out and long and painful to read, so I scrapped it.

Also, I have an really bad concussion from getting hit by a car in Novemeber and then going back to school and taking AP classes and exams almost immediately after. So! I'm out of school via doctor's orders, and im not allowed to use the computer or watch tv or read or do anything that stimulates my brain too much, but I've managed to get 30 minutes a day from my mom plus whenever I sneak on. It'll probs be a while until the next Perfect Two update, especially since I still have to finish my fic for Spain's birthday and Valentine's fic, but we'll see.

Next is "you can be the shoes and I can be the laces", with hongice (I have like half of this fic written, I'm so excited.)