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"That bastard…," He whispered, shaking his head. He noticed he still had the cat ears. He wondered why, but it didn't really matter that much.
He had more… important things to worry about.
He looked around the clearing for a moment, looking for something in particular. He spotted it, and walked over to the root that was protruding out of the ground- the root that he had tripped over.
There it was, laying on its side, covered slightly in a layer of dry, brown and red leaves. He picked it up and turned it over once, looking for the inscription on the side- "Property of the Royal Swiss Army".
He smiled and stood up, walking to the end of the clearing where the small trail was. He slipped through easily- he needed to exact the plan quickly, before he decided otherwise.
When he reached the wider trail, he hid himself behind a tree, peeking out to check for enemies. Rather, he didn't need to- he was permitted here.
He smiled inwardly when he realized that he still had his permit, and put the handgun in the back pocket of his jean shorts.
He slipped out from behind the tree and walked casually along the path with his hands in his pockets- if a guard passed, he would show them the permit and claim that he was looking for Elizaveta, despite the fact that it was a complete and total lie.
It was a lie, but they wouldn't know that.
Because, quite frankly, the mission was more important.
He tried to look as calm as possible, walking down the trail. It was too bad he was heading back to the cabin, but he knew that Hungary would be at the very opposite end of the trail, so this was his best bet.
What surprised him was that no officers came up to him- they simply walked past him and ignored him completely- they must have seen him go into the cabin with Hungary to get a permit. Lucky for him.
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He arrived back at Austria's house quickly, and went in without knocking on the door. Austria was in the kitchen somewhere, out of sight.
Vash made it a point to close the door more loudly than needed.
"You guys are back already?" Roderich asked from the kitchen, and Vash could hear the man shutting a book and placing it on the table.
"Yeah," Vash chuckled. "We're back… sort of."
Roderich emerged from the kitchen and pushed his glasses up with two fingers, looking around.
"Where's Hungary?" He asked, though his face showed no signs of being puzzled or curious.
"Not here," Vash smiled inwardly as he reached for the door, turning the lock to 'locked' position and reaching for the gun in his back pocket.
"Vash, what are you…?" Roderich mumbled, taking a small step forward.
"Don't speak to me so informally, Austria," He ordered.
"Impossible…," Austria sighed. "So you have your memories back?"
"Yeah…," Vash walked toward Austria with his gun drawn.
"So, you plan to finish your mission and kill me?"
"Not exactly," He took the gun and aimed it directly at Austria's head. "You surrender or I kill you. It's that simple."
"Then I surrender."
"It's unlike you to make such an important decision so quickly, Austria. So you must already have a plan. Let me tell you ahead of time that it won't work, whatever it is."
"……," Austria simply stared at him for a time, before look at the handgun that was aimed at him. "And it's unlike you to use a gun so small."
"Don't change the subject!" Vash yelled at him.
"I said I surrender," Austria reminded him, putting his hands up to back up his words.
"Good call," Vash turned around and headed for the door. "I'll be off, then, to inform my boss that the mission was a success."
Austria watched as Vash unlocked the door and slammed it as he walked out.
"The mission was a success, huh?" Austria whispered to nobody in particular. "Perhaps… it was just the opposite…"
Author's Notes:
But it's not over just yet! O.o
I'll keep this one short, too.
Just for cliffhanger's sake...
Disclaimer: Hidekazu Himaruya owns Hetalia and all its characters... but the Royal Swiss Army owns that handgun. Yes, that one right there. That's the one, yes.
Now then, I'll be off to tell my boss that this chapter was a sucess. O.o