Erreur dans l'amour
Switzerland X Germany
Vash stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, the steam that rolled off from the shower fogged the mirror, blurring out the young Swiss man's image. Running the soft ivory towel through his hair to dry it in seconds; he pulled it off his head and wrapped it around his waist. This party better not be lame…
Slipping on some casual clothes, a black tank top and some green cargo pants, Vash slipped his hand gun into his back pocket and walked out of his house, locking the doors. The sun was beginning to dip low beneath the horizon as Vash made his way to Francis's house.
He could hear a steady chatter coming from the house as Vash walked up to the front door. He knocked on the door a few times and waited. Francis opened the door and smiled nonchalantly," Bonjour, mon cher! You showed up!"
Vash glared at the frenchy, his voice mocking him, "Right. I just came to see how lame you frenchy's were at throwing a party"
Vash pointed out bluntly. Francis frowned and allowed the Swiss man inside," You shouldn't be so pessimistic, everyone else enjoys the parties."
Francis frowned and reached out; pulling the gun out of Vash's back pocket. The Swiss man jumped up in surprise and turned quickly, smacking Francis upside the head, "Did you just grab my ass!"
"Ohonhon, not this time" Francis laughed warily," You can't bring your gun into my house. It will stay in this safe until you're ready to leave, oui?"
"Fine, tell me next time, will you? I don't particularly enjoy being grabbed from behind out of nowhere." The viridian eyed man snapped, walking towards the living room.
The living room had snacks on the coffee table. Vash took note of the Italian Pizza and the German beer, and of course the American junk food that Alfred had brought over. Vash saw Gilbert sitting by the beer keg, getting himself another glass.
Gilbert caught Vash's eye and laughed," Kesese, Vash! Have a drink!"
The vermillion eyed man poured a glass for the Swiss man and got up, handing it to him as he wrapped his arm around Vash's neck," It's our best German beer! Relax!"
"I don't drink that stuff, Gilbert." Vash said, slightly appalled by the smell. He pushed the glass of amber colored liquor back into the Prussian's hand. Gilbert frowned, pushing the glass back in his hand.
"You'll like it, trust me." Gilbert nodded eagerly; Vash could smell his beer breath and suddenly felt too close for comfort. Slipping out of the snow-haired man's arm he took a step back and wiped his shirt off, beer drippings collected on it. Obviously he was already drunk… Well, maybe just buzzed.
"Hey, Vash quit acting like some proper princess and try it. You won't be so disappointed." The Prussia handed the beer back.
"I'm NOT a princess! That's Roderich..!" Vash growled angrily.
"Oh?" Gilbert chuckled," Then prove it."
"No, do I look stupid? I'm not about to chug a beer just to prove that I'm better than Roderich. It's common knowledge." Vash growled. The albino man laughed, chugging his own beer.
"Ha-ha! I get it, you're a sissy! Kesese, ha-ha, Swissy sissy!" Gilbert had found himself very amusing with this and took another gulp of beer," Swissy sissy!"
"Fine..!" Vash growled, grabbing the beer that was thrust in his general direction and took a big gulp. Gilbert smiled, finishing off his own beer. Vash swallowed hard and put the empty glass down, choking slightly from the strong sting of liquor running down his throat.
"Kesese, that wasn't too bad, was it?" The Prussian chuckled and handed the Swiss man another glass. Vash looked at the glass in his warily, it didn't taste too bad, but he wasn't very keen on chugging it like the last one.
"Where is everyone?" Vash took note of the mass amount of coats by the doorway and Francis had disappeared as well. It was just him and Gilbert in the room. The distinct sound of music came floating by from a nearby room.
"Hmm? Oh, West and the others are down in the basement." Gilbert told the young man who was curiously looking around the room. Vash nodded and opened the door that was the source of the music.
A young tall blonde with blue eyes and a serious look on his face stood in the corner of the room, the lights were dark and dance music was playing. The room was illuminated in glow sticks and the German watched as Feliciano and Lovino danced together on the floor. Feliciano was attempting to show his older brother how to dance, but the some-what stubborn teen refused to smile at the party.
It seemed everyone was there, Feliks, Tino, Matthew, Alfred, Antonio, Arthur, Kiku, Roderich, Berwald, Sadiq, Heracles, and of course Francis. The German's brother, Gilbert, was there too, but apparently he was too "awesome" to be down there with the rest of them. Ludwig thought more-so; it was just to stay with the keg of beer.
A light appeared from the top of the basement stairs and a young Swiss man with forest green eyes came down carefully, a beer already in his hands. The light flickered off and Ludwig watched as the solitary young man made his way down the steps.
Moments later, Vash had laid his back against the wall next to Ludwig, seeming bored," Hey, Ludwig, I didn't know you came to these parties."
"Hmm?" Ludwig caught himself from staring too long at the short, blonde haired, emerald eyed man beside him. Vash caught his eyes for a quick moment before Ludwig replied quickly, his words coming out faster than he intended at first," O-Oh, yeah. Its Feli's idea, I am not so into the parties, but he seems to enjoy them. So I come to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. "
As he spoke the young Italian boy ran past, screaming, his older brother, Lovino, chasing after him," Bastard! You stepped on my foot! Get back here!"
"Wah~ I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Don't hurt me! Ve~" The younger brother cried out.
"I see…" Vash acknowledged what the German meant quickly. He took another sip of the beer, the stinging feeling in his throat began to numb down.
"You drink?" Ludwig questioned, admittedly this was the first time he had seen Vash swallow even a drop of liquor into his system.
"Hmm. No, your brother, upstairs, he shoved it into my hand and forced me to drink some. It's not as bad as the last time I had a beer." Vash told the German.
"Ja, we Germans are the best when it comes to beer." Ludwig spoke proudly; even Vash had to admit it wasn't bad.
A young French man walked up to the two standing in the corner and laughed," Ohonhon. Come, mes enfants, dance. We have never seen you two dance; let's change things up a bit."
Immediately the two blondes blushed, putting their hands up and shaking their heads, "No, no, no. Really, there is no need…!"
Feliciano appeared behind the frenchy, his voice squeaking happily, "Doitsu, Doitsu! Dance! I've never seen you dance before!"
"Hell, this may be funny to see." Lovino snickered to himself; he had found himself a comfy spot beside the Spaniard, Antonio. Vash and Ludwig objected to the idea with dignity, but it only grabbed more people's attention.
"Yeah, come on dudes! Dance! It's a party!" Alfred shouted from somewhere, he seemed to be busy convincing Arthur to have a dance himself.
Francis laughed and pushed the two out onto the dance floor, taking Vash's drink from him. Vash stumbled as he was pushed out and was caught by the German beside him. Francis watched from the side of the dance floor.
"He's not going to stop staring until we start dancing." Vash told the German in a whisper. Ludwig sighed, knowing that the Swiss man was right; dancing just wasn't his queue.
"Ja, do you dance?" the German asked, slightly nervous.
"Just wait for the next song, it should be good. And of course, I'm Swiss. I went to rave's all the time." Vash said quickly to the German. He looked up and realized the position of the German," Just follow my lead."
As the end to some techno song came another song was put into play. Starting off slow, but getting faster by the seconds.
I know this pretty Rave Girl,
The music began to blur with the motion around them and everyone was jumping up and down to the beat. Ludwig blushed as Vash began to dance next to him, he felt awkward because he couldn't dance himself.
Butterfly's go right through me,
Vash laughed, this was one of his favorite dancing songs, the lights and people around him began to blur together, the liquor getting to him. Next thing he knew he found himself dancing right next to the German.
And when I see her dancing
I want to take a chance in getting a little closer
They were dancing, kind of, getting closer and closer to each other as time went by. Without even thinking Vash stood up on his tippy-toes and planted a kiss right on the German as the song ended. Ludwig's eyes widened in surprise as the Vash locked lips with him. He closed his eyes, holding the Swiss man in his arms for a few seconds, returning the pleasant favor, but caught himself.
He pulled away and took Vash off the dance floor, France laughed as best he could, still in slight shock that the neutral, young, short tempered blonde had just kissed another man.