DON"T KILL ME DON"T KILL ME I'M SORRY
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OkayIknowtthisisreallylatean dI'msorrysopleasedon'tkillmeIloveyousomuch
BELLA IS BELGIUM so you know
Kay so I looked up the age to own a gun and I'm right eighteen for a rifle and twenty one for a hand gun im not that cray cray
I DON'T OWN LEGOS OR HETALIA OR BANDAIDS
RUMORS WITH SWITZERLAND BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE ALL WANTED THIS AND I'M LATE SO READ THIS AND BE HAPPY AND TRY NOT TO KILL ME
Rumors
Vash Zwingli walked side-by-side with his sister Lilli. "So," he starts, "how was your day today?"
"It was great!" she chirped as she straightened the purple bow in her blonde hair. "I got a ninety-three percent on my World Culture test! I only missed a few, and now I know what to study!"
"That's great!" he responded, trying to be enthusiastic for her. It was hard to be happy sometimes. Everyone around him was just so…stupid.
The way he saw it, everyone who took part in drama was an idiot who was only wasting their time. Important things, however, like calling the ambulance when Natalya found Ivan passed out in a pool of his own blood was not drama. That was saving a life. Knowing that Alfred Jones and Sakura Honda had their first kiss only wasted space in his brain.
Now, he wasn't trying to smother her. If she wanted to have friends, then that was her choice. But when people started dragging her into drama, he would do his best to pull her out. It's stressful, being caught up with all of that; he would know. A long time ago, he was entangled in the lives of others before he decided that it was their problems and became neutral, like his country, Switzerland.
It was a fine country, Switzerland. Beautiful scenery, stable banks, delicious foods….He could go on and on about his beloved home country.
And then there was Lichtenstein, the little country next to his. Vash remembered being about seven years old, touring the minuscule country with his parents, and he remembered coming across a trembling, shaking little toddler. She was so weak and skinny, and he remembered how badly his heart ached for her. So, he had taken her little hand and coaxed her over to his parents, and he demanded they keep her. Ever since then, he had felt a strong desperation to keep her safe.
But he wasn't so sure how he could protect her after this year, with her being a freshman and him a senior. He was going to graduate, and she still had several years of high school left to go through. Without him.
How was he going to protect his precious little sister if he was too old to be with her? The question haunted him so much in the past year, as Lilli came home more often with piles of homework weighting her back. It bothered him when he moved into high school without her, but high school for her would be harder. What bothered him most about her high school life was how she came home after her gym class; the bruises on her arm from volleyball, the vivid pink and purple bow-bites from archery, and how he could tell her muscles were sore after they did a unit on eclipse ball.
And what was more, how she wouldn't complain about it at all. She presented the marks like they were a battle scar, something to be proud of. When they were doing archery, she showed him the bow-bite while saying happily, "I got a bull's-eye when this happened. Isn't that great?"
When she made friends with Natalya, Vash was uncertain: Natalya was just so violent, and he wasn't sure how she might take the offer. He was happy she was happy, but he didn't trust Natalya—or her brother. Come to think of it, Vash hardly trusted anyone.
He was just so worried about her.
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"I'll walk you to your next class," Vash offered, hovering over Lilli as she shrugged her heavy backpack onto her tiny shoulders.
"No, it's fine," she responded, smiling up at him. "It's right there."
"You're sure?"
"Uh-huh!"
Vash frowned, but he waved as she walked off with a cheery, "See you later!" He turned around and started walking back to his class, one strap of his backpack hanging loose while the other carried all the weight. It was a terrible habit, to walk around with only one strap. It messed up your back. But something made Vash forget about that: a group of people huddled around each other, talking in whispers and shooting glances at him.
"What do you want?" he asked in offense when one girl pointed at him.
"Is it true you've killed a person?"
His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "No!" he protested. "Who told you that?"
"A little birdie," one girl responded lightly. The group laughed and walked away in the opposite direction.
Idiots…, he thought as he trudged to class. The class in question happened to be Family and Consumer Sciences (which sometimes made him question his masculinity). It's not weird I'm in this class, right? he asked himself as he tied an apron over his clothes in preparation to make cookies to donate to the orphanage down the street.
The FCS kitchen had four separate little working spaces, in which the small class of eight was to split into. To save time, the teacher, Mrs. Mason, had each work space make a different type of cookie. Vash and a mousy freshman girl named Caitlyn got "No-bake."
As he stirred a mixture of cocoa and milk and other substances on the stove, he couldn't help but notice how much people were staring at him. Vash gave Caitlyn a sidelong glance, as if asking her if she knew why. But she was determinedly avoiding his eyes, even as she had to remind him that he was about to burn it.
"Right," he muttered, lowering the temperature on the stove and stirring a bit harder. I shouldn't be too worried about what she says, he reminded himself. After all, her and her friends are crazy, right? At least, that was what the rumors said: that the posse of freshman secretly stalked certain people around the school for looking like characters from a supposed anime show.
Vash looked at her again. She didn't seem crazy. She seemed shy. Or maybe that was because none of her friends were in this class; most people were more rambunctious when around people they trusted.
"Time to clean up!" Mrs. Mason called to the class.
Vash put the saucepan in the sink and turned around to grab the dirty measuring cup he left on the counter when someone approached him. It was a tall girl with her bleached-blonde hair in a ponytail, and her bangs held back by a headband. She was wearing a sweatshirt and running shorts, which Vash found odd, considering the cooling temperatures. He didn't remember her name, but the girl cut straight to the chase. "Do you really have a gun with you?"
Vash furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Of course not; they're against the school rules, not to mention the law." He paused and looked at her suspiciously. "Who told you that, anyway?"
"Oh, Madison told me, who was told by Sheigh, who was told by Jesse, who was told by Ryan, who was told by Yvonne, who was told by Raine, who was told by Teddy, who was told by Fae. I dunno who told Fae, though." She seemed to be startled by the look on Vash's face, and she added, "Oh, Fae didn't start that. She doesn't start rumors."
"Hm," he grunts in response, picking up the measuring cup and going back to the sink. He saw that Caitlyn had already started washing the saucepan, even though he was going to do it. "Thanks," he told her, surprised.
She nodded in response, glancing up for a second before bringing her eyes back down, and she continued to wash the chocolate mess from the stainless steel utensil.
"You're in my sister's grade, right?" he asked suddenly.
"Yeah," she answered, setting down the sponge and towel-drying the saucepan. "She's really nice."
Vash wasn't particularly sure how to answer that, so he remained silent until the bell rang.
That happened to be the last class of the day, so he went straight to where Lilli's last class was. "Hello," he greeted her.
"Hi!" she answered warmly as she tried to stuff her overlarge binder in her backpack.
"Do you want help?" he asked.
"No, it's all right," she declined, walking forward while still trying to close her backpack.
They started towards the double doors when a flock of upperclassmen boys walked swiftly past, and one of them knocked into Lilli.
"Oh—"she said in surprise as the force knocked her things out of her backpack. Immediately, she knelt down and started picking up her things.
And the boy didn't even acknowledge her.
Angry, Vash grabbed the back of his shirt, stopping him. "And you're not even going to apologize?!"
"Hey—!"he yelped. "All right, fine! I'm sorry!"
"Vash," Lilli interjected, hurriedly stuffing her supplies into her backpack and yanking on the zipper, "it's all right, it was only an accident."
Vash let the guy go, and he and his friends walked away with double their original speed. "All right," he snorted, and he bended down to brush dirt off of Lilli's knees.
She giggled at that. "I can do that myself."
"Fine, then," he responded.
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Lilli was confused.
When she got to school the next day, a lot of people were staring at her and Vash, and they were whispering. Uncertainly, she smiled at them, but not many people smiled back. She looked up at Vash questioningly, but he muttered to her, "Don't worry about it."
The bell rang, and, despite her protests, he followed her to her first period class; English I. She sat down in her usual seat. Normally, she's sitting in between two girls—Kasie and Shelbi. But today, they sent her worried looks and sat down across the room.
A little bit offended, Lilli looked down. She didn't share this class with Natalya, and she was too shy to go up and ask why they were avoiding her.
"Can I sit here?" asked a voice. Lilli looked up and saw a girl named Bella smiling down at her. Bella might accidentally scare some younger children due to her cat-like smile, but she was really one of the friendliest people you would ever meet.
"Sure," Lilli responded with a small smile.
"I noticed you were sitting alone," Bella continued as she took a seat, and she smoothed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Don't Kasie and Shelbi usually sit with you?"
"Yeah," she said back, giving an uncertain look at the two girls, whom were chatting to each other. "I don't know what I did wrong…."
"I think it could be that one rumor going around," Bella guessed.
"What rumor?"
"Well, a lot of people have been saying that if they get too close to you, your brother would hurt them…," Bella explained. "And nobody's told either one of you this?"
"No," Lilli said, shaking her head. "And Vash wouldn't do that! I mean, he cares about me, but he wouldn't hurt anyone! He's nothing but a big softie! L—like a marshmallow."
Bella laughed at the comparison. "Like a burnt marshmallow—hard on the outside, but mushy on the inside."
Lilli smiled. "Exactly."
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Vash never really liked Alfred.
The American was always too loud, and rude, and he had a distinct lack of personal space. Not to mention the fact that he approached Vash right after football practice, so he smelled really bad.
"Hey, dude," Alfred greeted loudly—and in his ear—"you'll never guess what I just heard."
Vash sent him a dirty look. "I don't really care."
"But seriously!" Alfred whined.
"If it will make you leave me alone, go for it."
Alfred pouted at that. "That wasn't very nice. Oh well—" he perked back up again "—is it true that you'd kill someone to protect your little sister? 'Cause, seriously, that's really heroic and shiz."
"I—" Vash couldn't make words for a moment. "Only if the situation demanded it. And since that will most likely never happen…."
"But that's so awesome, though!"
"…Huh." He couldn't think of anything else to say. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go now…."
But Alfred stood in his way. "You really do seem like the kind of guy who'd do that, though."
"Does it matter?"
"…I dunno."
"It doesn't to me," answered Vash harshly. "I have to go now," he insisted again.
Alfred pouted again and moved out of his way, and Vash went down the hall. All of a sudden, in the middle of the crowded hallway, he began to notice things. People kept staring at him, whispering amongst themselves. I don't care what they think of me, he reminded himself.
Or did he?
The rest of the day passed as a blur to Vash. He found himself in Family and Consumer Sciences class, idly scribbling on a piece of paper. Not words, nor a picture, just squiggles with his pen. Once he was aware of this, he stopped immediately. He was building a bad habit.
"Today," Mrs. Mason announced once the class had settled down, "we'll be doing communication skills work!" Most of the class let out silent groans as she continued with, "I'll need two volunteers." Mrs. Mason made a humming noise as her eyes perused the class. "Vash," she decided, and said student rolled his eyes as he stood up, "and Caitlyn."
Vash exchanged a nod with the freshman as they stood in front of the class. They were told to sit back-to-back on the floor. Vash was handed a clump of Legos in the shape of a hollow circle, and he was given the instructions to describe it exactly to Caitlyn, and she was to build the object precisely as defined with the Legos in front of her. Caitlyn wasn't allowed to look at the object.
Vash scratched his head as he turned the doughnut-shaped toy in his hand. "Well….The black one's on the top…. And then the red one to the left…."
"Which left, yours or mine?"
"I don't think it matters…." Vash gave the blocks another spin. "And on the other side of that is the yellow one…. And on the bottom is the blue one." He paused as Caitlyn assembled the pieces. "Got it?"
"Yeah, I think so. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah…." Vash spent at least three more minutes describing the pieces and how they intertwined, and when they were finished, they had two replicas of the same Lego rings.
"You see, Caitlyn could have never made an exact duplicate like that unless Vash described it perfectly," Mrs. Mason explained. "So, what if this is like our problems? You can't fix them unless you tell someone exactly what you're going through." She turned to the two. "You can sit down now."
Vash made his way back to his seat; his mind was racing. I don't want to talk about it. It's nothing. I absolutely don't need help.
Then a different thought struck him. I don't have anyone to tell, even if I wanted to. The only person he trusted completely was Lilli, but if she ever knew her big brother was having issues….Well, he didn't know how she would take it. But he was sure he wouldn't like her reaction. And frankly, everyone else annoyed him.
He used to be good friends with Roderich, and Francis was right next door; people say he was a great person to talk to (despite the other things he has done). He couldn't think of anyone else who would really care.
So, I guess I'll bear it in silence.
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Throughout the entire day, Vash battled with himself. I don't need help. It's not even a problem. It's just a bunch of idiots being…well, idiots. He convinced himself that people talking behind his back wasn't anything to be worried about; this would all blow over soon enough.
But the more he thought that, the more irritated he became. He felt that he could hear every single false thing they were saying about him, and he found it harder and harder to keep his temper. When he got home, he was going to go take himself to the shooting range to relieve stress. He was eighteen, after all. He could do it himself with the rifle. (Sadly, he couldn't use any hand gun by himself until he was twenty-one.)
He met Lilli by her last class. "How was your day?" he asked, trying hard to not show her the growing stress inside him.
"Pretty good," she responded amiably, brushing her bangs out of her eyes with her hand. "Oh, look!" She rolled up her sleeve and presented another purple and pink mark on her wrist, which Vash immediately recognized as a bow-bite, judging off the others she has gotten.
Vash angrily lashed out at a flower bush, and several bugs flew away in panic. His outburst only succeeded in giving him scratches on his ankle, because the bush he kicked was a thorn bush.
"Big brother?!" Lilli asked, hesitantly putting her tiny hand on his forearm. "Why did you—?"
"Can't you go one gym class without getting hurt?!" he snapped at her.
"It doesn't hurt that bad, though—!"
"Look, Lilli, Im' sick of seeing you like this! Can't you just stop getting hurt?!"
"B—but I—I'm not trying to—!" she stuttered, obviously alarmed.
Vash slapped a hand to his forehead and slowly rubbed his temples. He counted back from ten, and then permitted himself to respond. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "It's been an off-day for me. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."
Lilli took a second to compose herself, not used to sharp words from her beloved brother. "It's okay. Is it because of all the rumors going around?"
Vash nodded, kneeling down to gingerly roll up his pants leg. He was bleeding from several shallow cuts that the thorns scratched through his clothes.
"Oh, dear," Lilli said, bending over to see them better. She started rummaging through her backpack, and after a minute, she shook her head. "I thought I had a Bandaid or two in here, but apparently not…."
"U—um…" a voice muttered from behind them. "I have a few…."
Vash whirled around to find the freshman girl Caitlyn standing there with a few of said objects sticking out of her hand and an embarrassed look on her face.
"O—oh. Well, thank you," Lilli said politely as Caitlyn handed her the bandages. She carefully peeled off the adhesives and stuck them one by one over each cut. He didn't notice they were anti-bacterial, so he winced as the disinfectant stung him.
"Thanks," he muttered in her direction.
"It's okay," she said quietly. "B—by the way, I know you're not like the rumors say. Don't let them get to you. Eventually, they'll stop talking about you."
"I've heard rumors about you and your friends, too," Vash threw in suddenly, before she could leave like she looked like she was about to. "People say you're insane."
A slight smile spread across her face. "I know. I'm not, though. I don't know anyone who's completely insane. Although…" She paused and brushed hair behind her ear, "…aren't we all crazy in our own special way?"
Deep stuff, brah. Think about that for a while. =w=
HI CAITLYN YOU KNOW WHO YOU AREEEEEE
Okay guys, I'm so cereal right now, ANYTIME I TAKE /THIS/ LONG TO UPDAATE, GIVE ME A VIRTUAL SLAP TO THE HEAD OR THROW VIRTUAL BRICKS AT ME I'M SERIOUS THIS WAS NOT ACCEPTABLE.
All right. If you know any good pranks, can you plz describe them to me? Next chapter will be Frenimies with Greece and Turkey, and they'll be pranking each other, and I'm nothing but a goody-two-shoes and I'm not knowledged in the arts of pranking so if you guys have any ideas let me know kthxbai
…again….*deep breath* I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRY THIS CHAPTER ISN'T EVEN THAT LONG SO IT DOESN'T MAKE UP FOR LATENESS AND I WAS SUPER SUPER WRITERS BLOCKED FOR A LONG TIME AND I'M SO SORRY TAT