When someone else knocked the door and for Vash's horror... got the door opened.

"Gala?" General Edelstein's voice filled the room and she... yawned.

"Roderich!" Vash whispered in panic.

"What?"

"Someone's here... Your father?"

"Ah, Roderich, you are here too... didn't you all get my telegram. I was expecting someone to come and get me at the station" why would he expect such thing knowing your wife and kids? A mystery...

Gala was a half awake an Roderich just.. snuggled more. Vash could only hear the strong and brisk steps of the man inside the room while Gala woke up in a veeeery slow way

German sat on the bed on Gala's side. She smiled at him and opened her arms to hug.

"I'm here..." said him as a greeting, getting a bit closer to receive his hug.

She pulled her husband, hugging him to make him lay ont he bed, and kissed him.

That's not fair! Not when you are Galia! Mr. Edelstein relaxed just a bit, and of course let her kiss him, kissing her back, although he didn't exactly lay on the bed. He caressed her cheek softly.

And she kissed him again. He smiled. Because his wife was his greatest weakness.

"Bonjour, mon amour."

And she was also almost the only source of some sort of disarray in his life. He usually let her do whatever she wanted.

"Good morning, Gala" he kissed her on the cheek.

"Did you come to kiss me good morning?"

He made a soft noise with the nose, as a small laugh, and smiled. Shaking his head no.

"You are the most romantic man on the world" she answered to avoid the possibility of a response because she knows that he would never do something like it.

"When you say those things you make me think that you married a different man, not me."

"Don't spoil ur all, who else could be so manly?"

"Stop filling my ears with sweet talk" he protested softly. "You know I'm mad enough if I had to ask for a special permission and travel all night just to come here for this nuisance"

She sighed deeply. He caressed her cheek because he didn't like to disappoint her.

"That doesn't mean that I didn't... miss you" he whispered, blushing.

"Well... what happened?

"Francis" short explanation.

"Oh, come on, he is hurting no one"

"So... you know where he is. And who is he with?"

She looked athim in the eye.

"Roderich said he is in his room, with... well, doing improper things."

"For sure he is not still in his room."

"I... came here to ask Roderich to bring me to his room and find out. He also said the boy in question is... English"

"Arthur, he is such a lovely boy" she nodded.

"Oh. And you also happen to know him!"

"Yes, he came with us yesterday"

German sighed.

"I'm going to take him home today, I got him a job" he stood up.

"What job?'

"One that neither him nor you will like, but it is what is needed... under the circumstances. Why don't you get dressed while I go and fetch him."

"German..."

"He alone is going to make so much drama about this, Gala, I do not think he will need your help on that department..." he offered her his hand to help her out of the bed. "Come on..."

"No, I'm sure he doesn't need my help, but anyway I want to know"

"It is a job in the army..."

"Doing what? He is not going to shoot anyone!"

"Gala..."

"No! This point is out of any negociation"

"Look, I should send him to the first line of fire... and we all now that. That's exactly what I intend to tell him. I even brought him a uniform"

"But he is not going to go."

"I should also KILL that... filthy boy he is sleeping with."

"Say that he is not going to go to the first line of fire!"

"You know well that he deserves it! He should at least believe that he is!"

"You can scare him if you think that it would help in your strange purposes, but you will not send him to it. I want to hear it!"

Roderich, who was listening while was laying in a bed and hugging another man without trousers, in the top of the cinism, rolled his eyes with that comment of his mother.

"If I send him to the first line of fire he will die in less than five minutes... and you know? That would be a much more honorable way of dying than to be hung for inappropriate behavior!"

Vash was SHAKING in terror. He said something about KILL Arthur!

"Of course he won't be hung!"

"Why? What do you think they will do to him... and not only him! To me, to Roderich... to you!" German sighed "Roderich, get dressed."

"I'm waiting to hear you"

Roderich didn't react so diligent as his father would like, but... anyway, he woke up. Mr. Edelstein pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I certainly do not want a dead kid... but Gala, you are too soft with him. I need a more efficient way to manage him"

"I'm not so soft, he was born this way and I love him like he is"

"He wasn't born in any way, he just does it to make me angry, to test my limits, to be a bloody rebel! He knows that I cannot do anything to him because he has... you and his... grandfather!"

"Tell me that this isn't again a power war with my father" She asked trying to be patient.

"It is not a power war! It is him in bed with a man! A british man! If at least it was a woman, I would be crossed, but I wouldn't even be here. Why are you minimizing this?" he protested, frowning. "Roderich, UP. NOW!"

"Who matters if he had a man or a woman in his bed? The bed things are something that just befalls the couple. Isn't it what you always tell my father?"

"Leave your father out of this conversation." German looked at her intently.

"Well, anyways, he is not trying to be a rebel or make you angry, he is such a sweet boy, he is just trying to know who he is and know what he likes!"

Meawhile, Roderich is dressing himself... slooooowly and Vash... fell off the bed and hid below it. Mr. Edelstein just got more impatient with Gala's words.

"I can tell you who he is. He is my son. And he has to behave, and to become a man!" he got one step closer to Gala.

"I know who he is much better than you, thank you."

"What's worse of this is that you are getting angry at ME, even if he did a less than respectful thing that is jeopardizing our family!" German frowned even more.

"Because I can't believe that you aren't able to promise me that my son will be safe!"

"He will be bloody safe, Gala! He and Roderich and you! Don't you know me?

Why can't YOU promise me that you will help me correct him?"

"Because I don't think that he is broken."

"Do you think that it's correct to come here, to his brother's university, meet a random British... man, and bring him to Roderich's bedroom?"

"I think it's correct to fall in love in just one second."

"Fall in... what?!" German took a deep breath. "He has been in love a million times with the girl of his life!"

"Yes, he has a very big heart and a lot of emotions."

German rolled eyes.

"Just like me"

He sighed again and placed his hands on her shoulders. She relaxed her frowned front.

"He needs to... be more respectful. He needs to take care of you instead of leaving you to go with someone..."

"I said that you could scold him and scare him if you think he needs to be scolded and scared, but don't hurt him"

"He certainly needs to be scolded and scared" German nodded. "You, on the other hand, don't need to be scared.."

She smiled a little.

"You look especially beautiful when you are angry..." he whispered and she smiled more. "Which is completely unfair"

"You are terrible and I missed you."

"Am I the terrible one? I traveled all night thinking thousands of ways to torture Francis, and it took you half an hour to distract me..." he smiled a little too. "You make me soft..."

"And you become stronger. Don't make much of a mess and when you come back we will try again to achieve a babygirl"

German blushed with the idea... but he had to admit it was a wonderful idea. He hugged her and placed a hand on her beautiful and... Gaul ass and she kissed him again.

"Vater..." that was Roderich, because he thought that his mother made his father so... soft. As usual, the austrian returning his father's brain to his head.

Mr. Edelstein, who had forgotten about Roderich for a second, separated himself from his wife, blushing more because she said about making that baby girl... and he usually wasn't discussing those things in front of his kids.

"Ehm... Roderich"

"We have to go, do you remember?"

"Yes. Yes. Of course. Go with... Francis, yes. We will be back, Galia"

She sent him a little kiss and a wink. General Edelstein ran a hand through his perfectly trimmed, short hair and cleared his throat, blushing a bit.

"Let's go, then..."

Roderich went to kiss his mother to goodbye before he took Vash's hand to follow his father. Mr. Edelstein looked at Vash, surprised.

"Hum... who are you?"

"I-I-I'm Vash Zwingli, Sir"

Roderich smiled to Vash, who blushed thinking of... Roderich's manhood on his hand.

"Oh, Mr. Zwingli. You are Roderich's friend. I didn't see you coming"

Vash blushed even deeper. Coming. Roderich saw him coming. Ugh.

"Is his room too" explained Roderich.

"Oh... you stayed here too. Of course, you share a room with my son. Ehm... well, I-I..." He was fighting with his wife in front of this boy, and kissing her... "I think we should go."

"Your son and wife were kind enough to invite to this room, I really appreciate it" whispered Vash, nervous because he was still holding Roderich's hand.

"And he and his parents are coming with us for Christmas."

"Oh... are they? That's... hmm... good. What does your father do, Mr. Zwingli?"

"He is a doctor, isn't he?" Asked Roderich "and his mother is a nurse"

"Your mother works? Hmm... I guess that's part of war. Soon, once Switzerland is annexed, we will find them use. I see you are blond"

Roderich frowned because he can't say things as... "once Switzerland is annexed" at least in that country.

"Wh-What?" Asked Vash confused.

"Ehm... its figured speech. Your family is modern, then "

"It isn't because of the war, is because they are poor." Vash blushed with that. Thanks for the clarification, Roderich.

"Oh... poor. But if your father is a doctor at least he is respectable."

"They are both very respectable, sir" Vash assured him. "And we are not that poor..."

German looked a Roderich.

"He likes the goats and that things" explained his son.

"Oh! Like farmers then, huh? For sure have a second studying medicine means progress to your family, Vash."

Vash frowned again, blushed.

"Yes... and he has a sister, who will be a nurse too." followed Roderich.

"Oh... a sister, huh? A working family. That's interesting."

"Maybe I will court her, she is very beautiful."

"Oh... the daughter of a farmer?" Mr. Edelstein didn't seem too convinced. You married the daughter of a farmer!

"Like mutter... but she is the daugther of a doctor."

Vash was quite offended with both of them. With Roderich because he was thinking of his sister, with his father because he kept talking about his family as if they were... poor and awful.

"Well yes, but Swiss"

"So, I will be pleased if you are nice with him because maybe we will be a close family... She wouldn't be Swiss if you didn't send me to Switzerland first"

"I'm being nice with him!"

"Don't call his father farmer in that tone." Roderich scolded his father.

"I'm just saying..." German looked at Roderich sideways. "How are you? How's the university?"

"It's nice, but we are just studying the main subjects, nothing interesting in the specialization."

"Hmmm... and the people? You do not have unlikeable people around you, do you?"

"Yes, but... it's a neutral space."

"For now... Ugh... but still. No one who can bother you, I guess. How are the teachers? Good? Not better than the one back home, that's for sure."

"You should meet our physiology teacher"

"Should I? Why?"

"I think it could be interesting... maybe later, with mutter"

"I wasn't planning to stay much longer... to be honest I wanted you to come and get me at the station and then come directly for Francis."

"Won't you stay for lunch?"

"I... think we'll stay the night at least..." sex as control of je nazi. Good, Gala... good.

"He would like to meet you, and too that senior student... maybe they will be with mutti when we come back with her"

"Well, I'll meet them, and all your friends. I'm happy to be here and see you"

Roderich smiled to him.

"So... what else can you tell me? Anything... interesting? Anything your mother or brother shouldn't hear?"

"Not... yet" he looked Vash sideways, who was silent, hearing them and still thinking of Mr. Edelstein saying he would kill Arthur.

"Oh... well. So, your brother. Did he really...?"

"Yes"

German sighed.

"Have you learned anything here about him? Could we... cure him?"

"I have only been here for a few, vater."

"I know, I know... but I need to find a solution for this, he could be the disgrace of our family."

"Maybe I could do some experiments with Arthur."

"Are you suggesting we keep him prisoner instead of killing him?"

"Mmm... yes."

"Do we know anything about his family?"

"I would prefer make the experiments with him instead of Francis... because if I fail with Francis, Mutti would scold me."

"And me, do not do anything bad to your brother. What if... it is a risky plan what I'm going to propose..."

"Aha?"

"I scold him, yes... but we kind of let them be. Then we invite the boy to our house during Christmas..."

"Aha..."

"If we are home I can help you with the experiments... and well, if something goes wrong..."

"Mmm... I would prefer something to distract Francis from Vash' sister." He nodded

"Well this boy can distract him, but... what we really need is to cure Francis"

"I know, I know, I'm focused on it. I have a physigiology project about the sexual arousal with him, because of that theory we have about his exceded desire"

"Well now you have to add this... taste for man. Verdammt... why does your mother defend him?"

"I don't know, but Vash will help us, won't you?"

Vash's officially terrified of Roderich's' father. Roderich caressed his hand

"Y-Yes..." he nodded.

"How is he going to help us?"

"Because he will become a doctor too."

"Will you also be a psychiatrist, Mr. Zwingli?"

"Yes, sir." Vash responded.

"Well, he is not sure yet" added Roderich because he didn't want his father puting Vash in problems with his own father.

"Is your father a specialist?"

"Ehh... no, he is the town doctor."

"I see..." Mr. Edelstein nodded imagining the family of Vash as very poor, the doctor of an isolated community of five people.

"Our room is that one, isn't it?" Roderich pointed not very sure.

"Yes, Roderich" Vash smiled at him a little, quite proudly and he smiled too.

"It seems a bit... rustic. A small door" Now you are just complaining because you can...

"You know well wich university is more luxurious than this one" answered Roderich still complaining about left his beloved native Austria.

"I know, but it's not safer than this one..." his father responded, directly. "Is Francis in there?" He added.

"Well then you... don't complain. I don't know"

"I complain because I want the best for you... do you have your keys?"

"This is not looked with a key" Roderich took the tie of the doorknod.

Vash squeezed Roderich's hand to get his attention.

"I'll go in first, then..." German indicated.