Erreur dans l'amour- Germany X Switzerland- Chapter 6
Ludwig took in a deep breath as he sat down in his living room; it had only been a few hours since Vash had left and already he wished to hold him again. He missed him so much already and it had only been… Oh yeah, he looked at the clock, wishing tomorrow would come. He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer, one of the best. Gilbert appeared by the fridge door," Kesese, you lucky bastard."
"What are you talking about?" Ludwig questioned, a bit ticked that his brother had to be so nosey.
"You know what I'm talking about!" Gil shrugged off his brothers questioned and asked his own," So, was the Blondie any good? In bed, I mean."
"T-hat's none of your concern." His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as he briskly replied. He didn't want to stay on the topic long, and he also didn't want to explain to his brother that he was a bit late on asking the question, since they had already been in bed several times. This was just the first time the two had done so at his own house. You could say it was because the Swiss man did not like the thought of a certain prying Prussian in the house or that it simply wasn't his place of comfort, but either way it wasn't the first time.
The Prussian man, being as he was awesome in all things considered, continued to pry his little brother for details on which his blue-eyed sibling did not wish to comply to.
Vash unlocked the door to his house, jiggling the doorknob in suspicion, the shock system he had installed didn't sound off. It was already dim out, the evening light fading into the darkness of night. Whatever pale light illuminated the yellow walls of the Swiss houses entrance with light were slowly cut off as Vash shut the door. The eerie feeling he received in his own home unnerved him. A shiver rushed down his back and he reached for the all too familiar rifle that lay against the wall next to the door.
There was a pause as he heard the sound of wood creaking from upstairs; Lily's room was upstairs, but Lily was going to Roderich's and Elizabeta's house for the week. Vash didn't dare to breathe as he carefully wrapped his fingers around his rifle; dust fell off the gun as it was swung up next to his head, he hadn't found a true need for it in a few months. When the creaking stopped, a moment of eerie unsettling silence set in until Vash took the first step forward.
For the first time, Vash cursed himself for not installing new wood paneling in the entrance of the house as the wood made a loud creaking sound. Carefully, Vash took another step, being sure it was stronger wood he stepped on. He checked every room throughout the hallway leading into the living room and eventually the kitchen. He opened each door carefully, his rifle poised to kill. He walked into the living room when all of the rooms leading from the hallway were checked and breathed very slowly, careful not to make too loud of a sound.
RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG! The phone rang loudly, the drumming of the alarm sounded strangely familiar to Mexico and his 'R' rolling with the tongue. Vash jumped a good three feet until he realized it was only the phone. Quickly he walked towards it, shivers running down his back as he reluctantly turned his back to the hallway entrance. He cautiously answered, bringing the phone up to his cold lips; vapors escaped his mouth as he spoke," Hello?"
"Vash! Why are you whispering?" The voice on the other line spoke quickly. Before the Swiss man had the chance to even begin to think of why he whispered, the Hungarian women spoke once more," Oh, you're probably wondering why I called you at this hour, but it's about Lily..."
Vash almost dropped his rifle as he heard his little sister's name through the phone, "What's wrong?"
"Roderich and I were supposed to meet her at the train station between Austria and Switzerland, but she never showed up. We had the conductor's do a search on the system and she never even obtained her train pass. We were calling to see if she was with you, or if you had changed plans." Elizabeta spoke in a worried voice.
"Seriously, Vash, I know you're a cheapskate, but I don't understand why you would keep her from coming even after we paid for her ticket over." The thick Austrian accent was soft spoken through the phone in a light tone, but Vash only shivered, Lily wouldn't boycott the Austrian and Hungarian couple, and it wasn't like her to be late…
"I- I can't talk right now. Listen, Elizabeta if you see Lily keep her s-," Vash stopped mid-sentence, the long drown out beep of a cut off call rang in his ear. The Swiss man set the phone back down and looked around the living room. He heard a creaking from upstairs once more and took up his rifle again. Slowly he walked up the steps of the stairs, wanting to jump every time he heard a squeak sound out from beneath his own foot, but he stayed calm. The chill air surrounded him, pressing down on him as he climbed his way up the staircase. An intimidating presence met with his own and Vash fought back the sudden urge to run away and kept walking, perhaps at a time like this, he wished his Ludwig was here with him; at least it would have put his mind to some rest.
The Swiss man paused, he should've called Ludwig. He contemplated whether to head back down and call his German lover or to go ahead. Vash shook his head in horror, What am I thinking? I don't need Ludwig to protect me! I'm Swiss, for God's sake; I never relied on anyone before. Besides… This is my house; if I can't keep it safe for my little sister than what kind of man does that make me? A cowardly one… Vash shook his head in frustration as he answered his own question; I can't think like that anymore, I'm not dependent on anyone.
There were only a few rooms upstairs, and immediately he turned to Lily's, unconcerned for his own room. He slammed the door open and held his rifle up, ready to shoot at the trespasser. He blinked in surprise as he witnessed his little sister on the bed, appearing to be sleeping, but as he got closer he noticed the dusty cloth strapped around her mouth to keep her from making noise. His heart pounded with a tinge of fear as he saw small dots of blood where needles had been injected into her between the shoulder and neck. She was deathly silent, but he felt semi-relieved when he saw her chest move ever so slightly as she breathed in and out. He examined the bed, the sheets were nicely made, and Lily slept so peacefully on the bed, though her right wrist was chained to the bed post and dried tear trails remain stained on her cheeks. The sight horrified the Swiss man at what seemed like the aftermath of a calm struggle.
He reached for the handcuff chained to her wrist and tugged on it, he needed to get her out of there and to a hospital or nearby clinic; somewhere they could see what had been injected into her blood stream. He looked around the nightstand for the key, cursing whoever had done this to her.
The door to the room slammed shut and Vash turned around faster than a fly could dodge a swatting hand after staying still for several minutes in the same spot. In the shadows of the room a figure could just be made out. It was a small, skinny figure, dressed in a blue military outfit stood in the dark. Vash pointed his rifle at the man and growled angrily," Who are you?"
The figure just smiled as he stepped into the light that was filtering through the window. What should have been his nicely tanned skin stood out awkwardly as it revealed ghost like whiteness, the normally cheerful brown eyes of the Italian seemed to glow a crimson red as he gazed unwavering at the young blonde holding him at gun point. He didn't speak as his gaze flickered from the young girl to the older, protective brother.
"Ve- Veneciano!" Vash stuttered, surprised," Did you do this to Lily!" He didn't really want to believe it, the innocent seeming Italian man that always had his eyes closed, could he really be here right now?
Veneciano lifted up his hand, needles hanging on each finger," You tell me," His voice was filled with blood-curdling venom," Vash."
The Swiss man cocked his gun, pointing it right at the Italian's head," Why are you doing this?"
"It's just…" Veneciano sighed, his gaze raking over the Swiss man's well-built body," Not fair."
The Italian ducked under as the gun was shot. Vash felt the familiar push of the power behind the rifle, but was unprepared for the Italian to appear beside him, landing a blow to his side that would have battled Ivan for a hard time to breathe.
Vash keeled over for a split second as the breath was knocked out of him. He dropped his rifle in the process, though it didn't matter, there were no more bullets anyways. The Italian kicked at Vash's side, sending him to the floor; Vash fell back, but quickly recuperated himself, rolling back and jumping up, dealing a blow to the Italian's jaw. Vash took in a deep breath as Veneciano took a step back, Vash spoke in anger," What the fuck is your problem Veneciano! You don't just kick people to the ground and get away with it!"
The Italian laughed happily and wiped the dirt off his face with the forearm of his sleeve," Heh, Hehehehehe. You just don't understand… No one ever does…"
"You're not making any sense!" Vash told his friend, this was no game; the small Italian was dead serious. The petite man aimed another punch at Vash's stomach, but he caught the punch, pushing him back," I don't want to fight you!"
Vash knew Veneciano was one of Ludwig's best friends and he didn't want to get in a fight with him, but something was wrong with the Italian. Veneciano growled and kicked Vash in the chin. There was a sickening smack sound and Vash found himself collapse to his knees, his leg screaming in pain. The Italian kicked Vash again in the stomach as he fell to his hands and knees, coughing up some blood, the amount of force applied to the Italians kicks were surprisingly strong. Vash attempted to get up, but was kicked down again, something about this seemed impossible. The Swiss man struggled between the realm of consciousness and blacking out as he looked around the room. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain sting him in the neck; he blacked out just barely hearing the mumbled, ominous voice of the Italian laughing maniacally," Than, I guess you will lose."