It took a long while for Vash to convince Roderich to get off of him. They'd been laying about, mostly making out, for the last twenty minutes, and though neither one could say they didn't enjoy it, they were a little afraid that they might get too distracted. Well, that was the reason they gave, they had bigger fears on their mind.
It had been years since they'd spent time together, and even with love blossoming between them, they both feared the idea of moving just a little too fast. It didn't help that they were in a bedroom and Roderich had previously instructed his house staff to leave Vash to his own accord so they weren't around to disturb them. That was a very dangerous situation indeed, because there was very little that stopped them except fear. The most unfortunate was it the reason Vash ended up using to get Roderich to let go of him.
"What about when Lilli gets home?"
"She's only been gone for twenty minutes Vash! Do you honestly think she'll be back that quickly?" Roderich protested with a sigh, though he slowly pulled back away from the blonde anyways. He sat up, and then moved to his feet, almost in stages so that he didn't go too fast. Vash really needed to learn how to do that, it would prevent unnecessary headaches every time he was alarmed.
"I don't know. She always shops with me, and I run through everything quickly. I guess if she's with Elizavetta she probably will be gone longer." Vash sighed and slowly sat up while Roderich stood in front of him, smiling some strange smile that he'd had glued on his lips all morning. It was starting to get really annoying. Sometimes Vash almost felt like had a secret to hide, and that bothered him greatly to even consider. There was a short moment of silence between them as they considered the idea of Elizavetta shopping. They both only seemed to imagine her two places, a cook ware store, and grocery shopping, in that particular order. Simultaneously, they flinched away from the thought then looked back to the other.
Vash tried his hardest not to laugh at the way they'd both reacted to that thought, but he couldn't help it. A soft, rolling laugh billowed past his lips in a way that was all his own. Roderich couldn't help himself to join in for a moment, it was rather humorous to know that after so many years apart, they both still thought alike about one thing. Finally, their laughter subsided to soft giggles every few seconds until they managed to quit. Roderich offered Vash a hand up so that he could get off the bench, trying to think about what to do while the girl's were out for the day. A lot of the thoughts that came to mind he shot down personally because he knew that, despite the fact that Vash was up and energized, he was still weaker than he let on and he was still sick. Roderich was in no place to be forcing him into difficult situations or pinning him against a worried Lilli, that would not ease any tension that might still reside between them.
Thoughts of more making out (and secretly "baking Cookies") aside, they couldn't just sit around all day, and they couldn't do anything too strenuous. Vash may have been a quiet individual, but he didn't sit still very well, especially not after he'd spent the last twenty four hours sleeping or moaning and groaning about how terrible he felt. If they didn't find something to do, it was only a matter of time before Vash pulled out his revolver and started shooting the hinges off doors. That would not be pleasant, not at all. Perhaps they could go sit in the garden for tea, Vash used to enjoy that, or maybe an easy going walk would be nice, get some fresh air. Unfortunately, all Roderich really wanted to do was sit around and play the piano or some other musical instrument.
Roderich hung his head slightly. He really wasn't any good at coming up with anything to do, he wasn't a very original person. That's when it hit him. He did know what to do that would make Vash happy and keep Lilli off their backs so she wouldn't worry. First came first though, getting Vash to get dressed. He was still in his blue striped pajamas, the ones that Roderich and Lilli together had managed to get him into sometime the previous day while he limply hung on them muttering groggy, nonsensical words. Vash had gotten lucky he'd left the blue pajamas out the other day, otherwise Lilli surely would have packed the pink ones she made him and the endless laughter would have begun far sooner.
Not that he could stop it, because somewhere in that suitcase, Vash was well aware that Lilli had packed that brand new pink shirt, and as long as Roderich was sticking to him like glue, he'd be bound to see it. He'd have to push it off as long as he could. If Roderich wanted them to go somewhere to occupy their time, fine, but Vash had already made up his mind that he'd let Roderich go ahead, the less time that Austrian got to see anything embarrassing, the better.
"Vash, get dressed. I'll meet you in the garden in a bit." Roderich commanded gently. For giving orders, he was unusually soft and sweet. Vash really had to spend some time kicking up the anger on that Austrian, but it could wait a bit. In the mean time, he needed to rummage through his wardrobe and remove of that pink shirt. Roderich turned away from him and walked out of the room to offer a little more privacy, leaving Vash to dig through his minimized wardrobe alone. He immediately pulled out the pink shirt so he knew what to avoid, but with a soft sigh he knew he couldn't avoid it forever. It might be easier to wear it when Elizavetta wasn't around, at least that way she wouldn't get to see him in it for long, if at all. True, Lilli wouldn't get to see it either, but that was a small price to pay, at least he could say he'd worn it by the end of the week.
Vash grabbed a pair of black trousers that were slightly tapered at the ankle and a rather casual black jacket to match. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt to dress in his clean clothes of the day before a realization reached him. In the last 48 hours, he'd sat on the lake side, slept on the stairs, spent a number of hours on his knees in the bathroom sick, then been in and out of consciousness just to throw up all of the day before, and in all that he hadn't had a shower.
He didn't think about it anymore than that and immediately sprinted to the bathroom. He was all for cleanliness, and sick or not, he'd gone long enough without a shower, that was just disgusting! He undressed hurriedly in the privacy of the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The water was warm and refreshing, easing the stiffness in his back that remained from his night on the stairs, and somehow rejuvenating him a bit. Not that the water was healing him, but it sure felt like it. For a moment he'd thought that his illness was washing right down the drain, just like the soap washed off along down his arms and legs, or how the shampoo bubbles slid through his hair and down his back. That was, until he stepped out of the warm water into the cold air and wrapped up in a towel both to keep him warm and to dry off.
He wasted no time getting dressed from there; he was too cold to waste time. He grabbed his under garments, socks, and shoes out of his suitcase without pause. Setting his shoes to the side, he dressed in the rest of his clothes. There was a moment's hesitation as he put his left arm through the sleeve of the pink shirt, but he decided it really wasn't worth the cold to think about wearing anything else. He buttoned it up from the bottom, leaving the top button undone for a casual look, though he didn't go as casual as to leave his shirt tails untouched, that just wasn't done. Once he had his shirt on, he pulled on his socks, then grabbed the semi-casual black shoes and put them on, right foot first.
Fully dressed and ready to go, Vash shook his hair out slightly, grabbed his jacket off the bed, then wandered downstairs and out to the court yard. Roderich stood beside the fountain, waiting. The look on his face was different from what it had been lately, he almost seemed frustrated, probably because he'd been waiting a bit longer than he'd been planning on. At the sight of Vash, his expression brightened a bit and he moved around the fountain to stand at his friend's side. It really gave Vash the chance to get a good look at him and his choice of clothes. For once, he'd put on something a little more casual. He was dressed in a blue-gray pair of pants and a mid thigh dark gray trench coat. Beneath the coat he had on a black vest over a pale purple button down shirt. The only thing about it that let it suit Austria the way it did was the high collar on the trench which fit just like his usual overcoats.
"Did you have something planned; because you're dressed a little odd to simply be wandering around the courtyard." Vash asked, trying to put it lightly that he wasn't accustomed to seeing Roderich in those kinds of clothes. The only image of Roderich that ever came to mind, aside from the ones of when they were kissing, were of Roderich in his nice suits and looking extremely well dressed. Not to say he looked bad in casual clothes, but it was a difficult thing to get used to.
"Right, yes. Come on, I'll show you the garden and then we can go off to do what I had planned." Roderich answered; a nervous laugh on his lips as he reached a hand up to the back of his neck. He should have expected that from Vash, his clothes probably did seem a bit unusual, but he hadn't seen the comment coming. He didn't give Vash too much time to make any other comments about either; he started into the garden before Vash got the chance to say a word.
Vash watched as his dark haired Austrian disappeared into the garden without so much as a warning. He didn't have many options; he had to run in after him. Vash gripped his black jacket tight before he took off running after Roderich, going until they were but a few feet away when he slowed to a stop. He felt kind of funny, like maybe running hadn't been such a good idea. Roderich turned to look back at him, and with a face that had started as a smile, it quickly turned to a look of concern and he moved to Vash's side, slipping an arm over his shoulder and taking some of his weight while he pulled Vash along to a bench to sit down.
It felt strange, being so light headed after a short little sprint like that. He was in much better shape than that normally, but of course, normally he wasn't running with a cold and suffering a small fever. Either way, that didn't make him any happier to be accepting Roderich's help after something so simple and stupid.
"Let go, I'm fine! I just got winded, I'm fine, really!" He yelled, pushing Roderich away before he could be babied anymore than he already was. He didn't like all the attention, everyone worrying him about him so much, it just didn't work well for the Swiss.
"Vash. You really shouldn't push yourself so much. Just calm down and rest. I'm not going to rush you." Roderich muttered, his smile gone and his eyes filled with worry. His half moon glasses were sliding down his nose but he ignored it, as long as he could see over the rim to look at Vash and know he was okay, that was all that mattered.
"I said I'm fine! I refuse to be babied by a country that has always needed me to come to the rescue!" Vash yelled before he stood and ran off inside. Roderich reached a hand out to stop him, words of protest on his lips, but Vash was gone before they passed his lips.
He was left in the rose garden, alone. And all because Vash was too proud to accept that he was still sick.