Home wasn't nearly what he'd been expecting. Vash had considered the idea of a warm welcome, or a calming silence, but neither seemed to await him. Instead, standing before the house was his sister and the entire house staff, along with a massive handful of police officers. The ground was littered with broken glass and printed with a deep set of foot prints all around the property. The pesky police were busy questioning anyone and everyone, one at a time. Sometimes there was a reason why they were just a waste of time.
With one quick glance, Vash took note of the situation. He could tell no one was injured or missing; his uncanny knack for numbers seemed to ease his thoughts after a head count. Despite formalities, there was no reason for the bustling able bodied crew of cops to be there for so long. All Vash honestly needed was an explanation, new windows, and a little silence. Justice was great and all, but when he had insurance to fully pay for the damage and his sister was safe, then all he really wanted was a little peace and quiet.
Shaking his head and running a hand back through his blonde hair, he walked over to Lilli and grabbed her by the arm ever so gently. The young girl jumped slightly at first, but the moment her eyes caught his, she followed behind him without question as he pulled her off to the side.
"What happened here Lilli? Are you alright at least?" Ever the concerned older brother, that was Vash, it was always in his eyes how much he dearly loved her and worried about her to no end.
"Some Hungarian girl broke all the windows…" Lilli answered softly, her eyes meeting those of the taller Swiss man.
Is this all about earlier? She really is crazy, that Elizavetta.
Vash sighed as he looked up to the house. He could already imagine the week long headache that was sure to come from the replacement of all the broken windows. It was crazy Hungary's fault, that impending week of pain and suffering. Even free, he dreaded the thought of so much money wasted, of directing a crew of work men to replace all the windows. He wasn't planning to stick around that, he'd leave that in his head of staff to take care of because there was no way he was messing with that disaster.
"Lilli, go pack your clothes. I'll make some other arrangements in the mean time…" Vash instructed, though a vein bulged on his forehead while he tried to suppress his frustrations. He couldn't believe he was considering asking Roderich for help, but he really didn't have anywhere else to turn. His Baltic relatives were all a bit loony, he feared for Lilli's safety with France (Or Germany… or Spain…), England's cooking wasn't worth the trouble, Italy was simply too eccentric, Canada, well, did he even exist? And that idiot America, Vash absolutely refused to ever be indebted to him. That didn't leave too many options and Roderich was the closest, even if it was bound to be a week of awkward staring. Still, that sounded better than the others.
As Lilli moved back toward the house, Vash followed at a distance, scrambling the police officers and disbanding their current investigation. He'd do anything to get a little room to think. Still frustrated, he stormed into the kitchen and picked up the phone. Heaving a long, heavy breath, he dropped his shoulders and dialed Roderich. He watched with a calming mind every time he had to pause and let the wheel on the phone turn back.
Switzerland waited, tapping the toe of his boot on the floor and folding his arms over his chest, the phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear. He fidgeted back and forth, shifting his weight while he considered what he should say to Roderich. There was a soft click as the rather confused Austrian picked up the phone.
"Roderich? It's Vash. There's been an event, and I was wondering…" Vash paused and swallowed down his fear of what he was about to ask. He was never so needy in front of Roderich, but for once he wasn't left much choice. Suck it up with Roderich, or suffer a week long headache. "Your place is rather quiet. Do you mind if Lilli and I… stayed there for a bit? Just until the repairs are finished?"
"Sure, there's room here for you both. But… repairs? What happened?" Roderich asked in his typical tone. He usually didn't say much at all, and frankly, neither did Vash, but some formalities to be upheld. Besides, it wasn't as if they were incapable of discussion, they simply preferred the stark beauty of silence (or in Roderich's case, romantic music.)
"It's a story for another time. Lilli and I shall get there eventually. Till then." Vash responded hastily before he set the phone back on the receiver. Sweet Liechtenstein stood in the door way, her travelling chest full of clothes already packed and sitting beside her. Unfortunately, on the floor next to it was a less ornate box, his suitcase. She must have had a maid help pack so quickly, that, or he'd spent more time dissuading the cops from the investigation than he'd thought. Either way, Lilli had packed his clothes and no doubt she'd included in it that pink shirt from earlier that morning. IT was bound to be one big embarrassment around Roderich.
Then again, this was Roderich. The same guy who put in a pound of hair gel to maintain his "artistic curls;" the same guy who spent his days playing melancholy melodies on his piano; the same man who wore purple on a daily basis.
Yep, Vash would be fine in a pink shirt for one day.