Meow

The food was surprisingly good, despite it being cooked by an angry-looking Austrian who seemed to have a dislike for cat-shotas.

Strangely, though, it was not an Austrian meal- it was plain old scrambled eggs and toast and a muffin and some orange juice with too much pulp in it. An annoying amount of pulp, really. As a matter of fact, it was more like mashed oranges in a cup than orange juice. It tasted disgusting. Needless to say, Vash didn't drink the orange… stuff.

The kitchen barely had room in the corner for the little table that they all sat at eating their breakfast and neglecting their orange juice. Vash sat near the window, Hungary sat in the middle, and "Roddy" sat on the far end. The table was stuffed in the corner, so they could only use one side of it to sit at.

"Roddy," Big Sis poked the man in the shoulder with her fork. "Vashy-kun doesn't know what he should call you. I think he should call you Roddy."

"He is to address me as Mr. Roderich," The man stated, pushing up his glasses and taking a sip of his Orange-Gunk. (Vash refused to refer to it as Orange Juice. Because it was certainly not Orange Juice.)

"Ha ha!" Big sister laughed. "You make it sound so professional!"

"Because it should," He turned to glance at the cat-boy, who was staring out the window with a blank expression on his face.

He was trying to comprehend all of this- he was a cat, and he had no memories, and he was lost in a forest, and now he's living with a lady who carries around a frying pan and a man who insists that the boy couldn't be trusted.

Why can't I be trusted? What is all of this, really?

"Mr. Roderich," Vash mumbled, still looking out the window.

Big Sis and Roderich both turned to look at the blond boy.

"Why do you hate me, Mr. Roderich?"

Hungary and Austria glanced at each other for a second, and then back at Vash, Hungary wearing a concerned expression, and Austria wearing a look he couldn't quite decipher- it was somewhere between being horribly torn and horribly angry, mixed with just a bit of pain.

"You and I…," Roderich began. "Used to be enemies…"

The little cat ears on the top of the boy's head perked up, and he turned to look at the older man with a confused look.

"Why… would we have been enemies?" He tried to do a death glare, but that was relatively difficult with his cute little cat ears perked up and his face still somewhat hosting a confused expression.

"It was a long time ago," The brown-haired man turned the opposite way and took a sip out of his glass of mashed up oranges.

Vash knew he was lying. He didn't know how he knew, but he just had a feeling that the man was lying. That is wasn't a "Long time ago", but rather… But rather, before Vash had lost his memories.


Author's Note of DOOOOOOOM
New chapter! Yay!
More and more information is being revealed! And... You'll be on the edge of your seats next chapter!! X3
Just wait! Super Cliffhanger of DOOM! And Prussia shows up!

Stop! Discalimer Time!
Characters do not belong to me. They belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.
And I am still confused as to why some people call him "Hidekaz"