a/n: Can't talk. Writing when not supposed to. Just read. Don't ask questions. Thanks to Paper Wii Guest for requesting…

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Switzerland!

Proceed.

Switzerland

It was terrible.

Disaster was everywhere.

The area you were in was like a war zone. It was completely deserted save for the two individuals hidden a wooden shield barrier. Guns were in their hands as their heavy pants added tension to the atmosphere. You gripped great the rifle like thing in your hands as you carefully peeked over to view the landscape.

Your breath came out irregularly as adrenaline pumped harshly into your bloodstream. Not exactly thinking of your actions, you go down and slowly crawl from your shield to another one via dropping to the ground military style.

However, as soon as you sat up, you realized too late that you miscalculated the amount of protection the wooden shield provided and ended up in a dangerous position. You immediately jerked to avoid being shot but…it couldn't save you.

A sharp pain shot through your chest as well as your ankle. You gasped from the pain and fell on the cold, harsh ground with a loud thud. What sounded like shouts of victory from the other side were washed away as your partner, surprisingly a young girl, ran to your aid with tears brimming her eyes.

"[Name]! Hang in there, please don't leave yet! I don't want to be alone in this! You can't leave me. You just can't! You have a bright future ahead of you!" Her soft voice cried out.

"L…lily" you managed to mutter weakly. "I won't last any longer in this world. Before I go…tell Vash that I-"

"[Name]…Lilli…what on earth are you two doing? This is a paintball fight. Not a war zone." Came a deep male's voice from above you two.

You opened your eyes from your dying performance and pouted at the Swiss man with your large [eye color] eyes.

"Aww come on Switsy, don't be such a killjoy!" you said sticking out your tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's childish attitude. Yes, that's right. You, [Full name], are the girlfriend of Vash Zwingli. You've been his girlfriend for three years now in fact. And for your anniversary, he took you paintballing with his sister. Not that you minded, you absolutely adored Lilli. She's the sister you've always wanted.

Vash extended a hand for you to take, but as you took it, the sharp pain in your ankle shot through you once more. You gasped in pain and dropped to the floor with a softer thud. He was on his knees in an instant inspecting your ankle.

"You've sprained it." He said with anger smearing his features. "When I find out who did this I am going to-"

"Vash" you said firmly. "It's fine, really."

"No it's not! What if you end up breaking it? What then?" he argued angrily.

"Vash" you said softer, cupping his face with your delicate hands. "I'm fine, I swear. I've had sprained ankles before and I'm going to have them in the future as well. There's no need to worry.

He blushed but nonetheless carried you bridal style out of the paintball zone and onto one of the outdoor picnic tables. Lily carried both your paintball guns and returned them into their cases before heading to their car to be put away.

Vash said nothing to you and just looked at the ground, seeming troubled by something. He kept fidgeting where he sat while clasping his hand over the pocket of his jeans.

"Vash," you muttered, worried. "Is everything alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah, everything's fine. Actually…name…I need to tell you something." He said, still not looking into your eyes.

"What is it? You can tell me anything."

"Well…it's about our relationship…"

It seemed like everything around you froze. He wanted to talk about that? Have you…have you not been enough? After three years…he was finally breaking up with you?

Tears welled up in your eyes as sobs made their way out your throat. Vash seemed alarmed and panicked. Had he said something wrong? He replayed what he had said earlier and thought of reasons why you were- …oh. He got it.

"[Name] no! It's not what you think! I mean…what I wanted to say was. Oh you know what? Dammit here goes."

Before you could question why he grew so flustered he kneeled in front of you while delicately clutching onto your left hand.

"[Name], when I first met you, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Before I knew it you grew to be a part of me and I don't know if I would survive if you ever left me. I've been your boyfriend for these past three years now and have loved it, but now I've grown greedier whenever I see your smiling face and I want to know…"

By this point you were crying uncontrollably, not from sadness, but from the utmost joy. Vash reached into his pocket and retrieved a velvety, scarlet box that opened to reveal a beautiful silver ring with a precious [gem of choice] at the top. Tears seemed to brim the Swiss man's beautiful emerald orbs also as he stared into your [eye color] ones.

"I want to know if…if… if you'd…possibly consider…"

You shut him up by eagerly crushing your lips with his in more joy you've felt in your whole life. With the kiss being an obvious yes, Vash clumsily slipped the ring on your ring finger before breaking away to smile lovingly at you.

"Yes Vash." You breathed, "I will marry you."

"I love you [Name]"

"I love you too."

~Extended Ending~

"Hey frau!" yelled your Prussian friend as he approached the two of you, whether he was drunk or not you still couldn't tell. "Sorry about your ankle earlier. Me and France both aimed at you at the same time and I guess he got your boob. Want me to check if it's bruised?" he smirked.

Yep. He was drunk. And a dead man.

"Gilbert." You deadpanned as you heard the clicking of a gun next to you. "Run."

The albino took one look at your boyfriend-turned-fiancé, sobered up quickly, and ran like hell for his life.

"Get back here you bastard!" Vash yelled as he stood to chase him, but turned to you and smiled. "I'll be back later [Name]. But don't worry. I'll be sure to check on that bruise tonight." He winked and then left.

Wait what?

a/n: Guys. I'm writing the next one right now. If I don't post today, feel free to scold me. That is all. Until next time, peace!