~~Arms around waist~~
I don't like (Name).
Switzerland held the dooropen for (Name), and blushed bright red when she turned a kind smile to him.
I don't like (Name).
"Good morning Vash, how are you today?" (Name) asked with a smile.
"G-good morning, I'm w-well. You?" The Swiss man stuttered.
"I'm good thank you!" (Name) shone with happiness.
I DON'T like (Name).
Vash heard sniffling in the room outside the big conference room. He opened the door to see (Name) sitting by the window, looking over at him in shock, France standing over her.
In 0.0034 of a second, Vash had his gun out and firing at the Frenchman for being near you.
"Are you alright (Name)?"
"Y-yes," She stuttered, and suddenly threw her arms around his waist, "thank you Vash."
I DO NOT LIKE (NAME)!
"Ahh! Vash, I love the chocolate from your country the most. It's got such a nice rich flavour." (Name) praised while the Swiss man looked away.
Crap . . . I like (Name).
Vash walked into the conference room, and (Name) was the only one still there. Quietly he walked up to the woman looking out the window, and shyly wrapped his arms around her waist tightly.
"Vash?" She asked quietly.
"Just, j-just let me have this. I-I don't want . . . to let you go."
(Name) smiled, and turned in his arms, returning the hug, "I like you too."
~~I like you too much to let go~~