Author's Note of Pure Rambling Unimportance:
This chapter is late. Incredibly late. Stupidly incredibly mind-blaringly late. In other words, it's late. Sorry.
Ok, I think that's about it…
Now for a Lame disclaimer... hmmm... I can't think of one... Anyone willing to share a lame disclaimer with me? Until then I think it goes without saying that I don't own Hetalia no matter how much I want to...
Finally! All those annoying, loud, quarrelsome countries had finally left him in peace. Sure, he didn't mind some of them, the quiet, qualm less ones, but he couldn't stand the majority of them. Yes, it was times like these when he was thankful for his eternal neutrality.
Releasing an unconsciously held breath, Vash made ready to straighten up his recently used conference room. He checked to make sure his rifle was secured properly to his back; satisfied that it was still accessible.
His feet carried him to the door he has looking for before he realized that he had began. A quick glance confirmed that he had a meticulous task ahead of him, much to his dismay. Why did they always have to destroy the conference room?
Taking a few steps further into the vast room, Vash was immediately brought to the attention of a small, nearly inaudible sob. Whipping his gun forward, he zeroed in on the straggling nation.
Another pointless Author's note…
Short chapter is short… But who would really want to whip out a gun when you hear crying? O.o
Vash, you've got some serious issues dude…