A soft pale yellow illuminated the once dark room. The sun coming over the horizon just as Vash woke up, as much as he wanted to sleep in, he had this knack for getting up early. He rolled over in the bed and rubbed his head, it pounded like a hammer smacking the red hot length of metal. The creamy ivory colored curtains were drawn back and Vash's heart began to pound. His curtains were a forest green.
He threw the covers off of himself and sat up in bed, taking in his surroundings. He thanked God that he was still in his clothing he had left with that night. He got up quickly, but stumbled back onto the bed, dizzy.
"Ugh... Damn this headache is killing me." Vash muttered to himself as he tried to remember the events of last night. Whose house was he at anyways? He stood up slower and propped himself up with the side of the wall, slowly making his way out of the room.
The Swiss man walked down the stairs slowly, his head pounding and his balance off. He froze when he heard a familiar German voice rising from the kitchen. He blushed and his heart pounded with every second that passed, Shit! Why am I at HIS house?
Taking a deep breath, Vash finished his trek down the steps and looked around, feeling off.
"Oh, you're up." Ludwig spoke and looked over at the blonde at the foot of the stairs. The German had cooked some wurst for breakfast and had it sitting on the table.
"Hmm..." Vash shifted his eyes, and walked over to the kitchen, smelling the food. His stomach growled and he placed a hand on his stomach," Do you have any wine? I have a headache…"
"I think so…" Ludwig rummaged through his bottom counters and found a bottle," Sit down and eat something, you look starved."
Vash timidly sat down and looked at the food. Ludwig poured a glass of wine and gave it to the Swiss man. He took a sip, the headache starting to simmer down. He took a bite of wurst and smiled happily, it tasted so good, and he hadn't had the chance to sit and relax in a while.
Ludwig began to leave the kitchen when Vash spoke up after swallowing another bite of food, "H-hey, nothing happened last night, right?"
The German grew red and looked back," No… Nothing happened."
Vash patted his stomach after the meal, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so full. Finishing off his glass of wine he took the polished plate and glass and washed it out in the sink.
He heard a loud crashing sound from outside. Vash jumped and ran out of the house quickly. Gilbert was standing there shaking his hand," Ow, ow, ow! Damn it! I'm too awesome to let a stupid little hammer hurt me!"
"Brother… Why aren't you more careful?" Ludwig asked; he was carrying a pile of wood towards the garage. Vash watched the Prussian shaking the blood off his hand. The German noticed Vash standing in the doorway and asked with a casual, friendly tone," Vash, is something wrong?"
"Ehm…" The Swiss man shifted his gaze, his arms folded across his chest as he grudgingly said," I suppose I should thank you for the food. Is there anything you need me to do?"
"Yeah, him." Gilbert snickered, his hand over his mouth as he broke out into an obnoxious laughter. Vash's face grew red at those words and he scowled at the Prussian.
"You bastard! That's not what I meant!" Vash snapped at Gilbert, who was still laughing. Ludwig stayed utterly silent, still holding the chopped up wood. Vash looked back at the blue eyed German and spoke with a short temper," Well?"
"Y-yeah. I was going to fix up the storage room later, but if you want you can start on it now." The German spoke, flustered. He was slightly afraid of the short tempered blonde, but yet it always left him shocked to see such harsh words come out of his well-rounded, cute face.
"All right. Then I'll get to work on that." The Swiss man walked past Ludwig, reaching his hand up, he poked the German on the forehead, smiling, he added," You should really lock up that brother of yours."
Vash walked past the German, feeling semi-contempt for some reason, a smile spread across his features. Ludwig tilted his head slightly to watch the Swiss man walk off and smirked.
Vash entered the storage room, seeing that there was a large gap in the roof. Sunlight filtered through the hole and the sound of birds chirping could be heard. The storage room itself was filled with an assortment of old things, stacks of wood and nails were in the corner, different weapons and tactical strategy books were strewn around the room. Vash sighed, typical.
He walked over to the wood in the corner and studied them; they looked good enough to cover up the hole in the roof. He picked them up and carried them outside. Vash paused, realizing the roof was up higher than he had perceived it to be. Walking back into the storage room, he spotted a ladder and pulled it out, propping it up against the side of the small storage house he began dragging the wood up.
Carefully stepping onto the old wooden roof he looked around. The German's yard looked rather attractive from this height and Vash let out a sigh, he had a thing for well organized, homely things. Turning back to the roof problem, Vash spotted the hole and went over to examine it. The edge of the wood was crumbling off as he inspected it. Geez. I might as well replace the entire roof! It's falling to pieces! When was this building built anyways? The wood looks like it was from the 1400's.
Vash began to tear at the broken up wood. Quickly making progress and clearing off that section of the roof. About an hour later Vash turned to grab some plywood, ready to nail down the new roof. He frowned; he forgot the nails in the shed. Sighing in annoyance he walked over to where the ladder should have been, but the ladder was lying on the ground.
"… Damn it. There's no way that ladder just fell on its own!" Vash growled angrily, now stranded on the roof top. He heard a snickering from below and saw the drunken albino man holding his stomach with laughter.
"Kesese, you're stuck up on the roof!" Gilbert snickered aloud. Vash grew red with anger, he could have sword he could hear the Gilbird laughing as well.
"Bastard! Put the ladder back!" The Swiss man demanded the Prussian, but he just wiped a tear away and shook his head.
"Kesese, no way. It's hilarious to see you beet red up there." Gilbert laughed and walked off, as long as he was up there Vash couldn't beat the shit out of him.
"This isn't funny!" Vash growled, he stood on the roof, looking down at the ladder like a daunting enemy, he would have just jumped down, but the height was too great, he shouted at the ladder, "Damn you!"
After about an hour of sitting up on the roof, Vash heard a noise from below. He crawled his way to the edge of the roof and looked over," Hey! Ludwig! Up here!"
Ludwig looked up in surprise at seeing Vash's bright green eyes glaring down at him," Vash! What are you doing up there?"
"I WAS fixing the roof, but your dumb ass brother knocked the ladder down and I left the nails down there." Vash said in a blur, still very upset.
"I see, well, hold up, I will bring the nails to you." Ludwig said and went into the shed real quick. Vash stood up on the roof, stretching out his legs; he must have been sitting up there for at least an hour and a half. There was a clinking sound as the ladder was brought back up to meet with the roof. Seconds later the German was coming up onto the roof, the box of nails in his hands," Since I'm up here I might as well help you."
"Fine, but the next time I see your brother, he better be expecting a good punch to the face." Vash made a fist in the air by him, anger writhing in him. He shook it off and grabbed the plywood, laying it down across the roof," Nail here."
Ludwig looked at where the Swiss man was pointing and began hammering, within seconds the two had the first board fully nailed down. The sun beat down on the two, causing them to sweat a bit. Ludwig wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead and began hammering again. Vash reached forward and grabbed the hammer from the German.
"Here, let me do that, I owe the favor to you, I should be doing the work." Vash spoke sincerely, he didn't particularly enjoy watching one person do all of the work. Ludwig nodded, his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he took a step back as Vash took his spot. His gaze traveled to the young blondes body, fit, well-rounded, cute, testing… The German shook his head to keep himself focused on fixing the roof.
Once the roof was finished Vash stood up again, looking down at the sitting German, he seemed off in his own world. Vash snapped his fingers in front of Ludwig's face," Oi, wake up. It's done."
Ludwig snapped back to reality, slowly taking things in. He blinked, hoping he hadn't said anything in his daydreaming. The sun was already beginning to sink lower in the sky.
"Geez, what's distracting you? I'm going down; it looked like the room needed some organizing as well." Vash announced and went down the ladder. Ludwig nodded, standing up and stretching, How can you ask what's distracting me, when you keep acting so damn cute?
Once in the dusty room, Vash began to stack up old military books and collecting them on the shelves. By time the German had made his way in, Vash was already half way done. Ludwig watched as the Swiss man bent down to pick up another book and stuck it on the shelf. He pulled back quickly and cut himself with a shard of metal that was laid on the shelf. Little beads of blood formed on Vash's index finger and little tears formed at the corner of his eyes. Ludwig sighed at the cute innocent face the blonde was making and walked over.
"You need to be careful." Ludwig took Vash's finger and licked the blood off, pulling out some medical tape from his pocket. Vash grew red hot as he watched the German bandage up his bleeding finger.
"I wouldn't need to be if you didn't have random scraps of metal on your shelves." Vash said bitterly, he didn't like being scolded.
"It's getting dark anyways, we can finish tomorrow." Ludwig paused, hesitating for a moment when he finished bandaging his finger. He pulled some stray hairs out of Vash's face and put it behind his ear, stroking his cheek gently as he reached down and kissed him on the forehead. Vash turned a new shade of pink, he'd never received so much affection before, and it was just a formal kiss on the forehead… humbly