AN: Ne... This update is almost so late that I don't have to apologize, maybe~?

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Sorry about the ridiculously late chapter, Bi/Tri-daily updates are back up starting now. This chapter is up pretty much just because I needed an update, so it's short and contains nothing of great importance. But fret not! The next shall have actual substance.

Disclaimer: I owned hetalia for a day; it involved much being beat up by peace prizes for writing this.

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Vash walked out of his third block class still a bit harried. He didn't like to think of himself as sensitive, or the type to care much about what others did to him or thought about him. Neutral, he supposed. The one exception he allowed was his younger sister; Liliane.

Lili was his birth sister, but they had been raised separately; not dissimilar to Gilbert and Ludwig's situation. They first 'met' each other when he was ten, and she had just turned nine. Their parents had given each other a few crude exchanges, pushing each child forward as if happy to be rid of them. They connected instantly, their similar situations and sibling blood seeking out one to hold comfort with.

That was also the day he had met Roderich. He was a year older, eleven, but to Vash he had seemed decades older than him at the time. The three had grown up together in the small town. They used to debate whether it was in Austria, Switzerland, or Liechtenstein, each child's patriotism going strong. It was in Austria.

Every now and then, after at least two years together, Roderich began to fight. He wasn't serious, Vash and Lili could tell, but the emotions were there. Vash had yet to learn that the 'Gilbert and Elzovet' he had always complained about were the same as the ones he knew now. And Vash had always helped him, brought him back, listened to him complain.

But it seemed the moment Vash began to let another person into life, a new brother, Roderich began to grow further apart.

It was almost like he was purposely avoiding the Swiss, as if there was something keeping him from being his friend.

So the next year, when the program ended, and Vash and Lili were brought back (both to their mother in Switzerland, their father had 'expressed a disinterest in keeping them any longer' in her angry words) he had found it relatively easy not to mourn over his separation from the others in the town. Lili had been a bit more upset, but the siblings had established a relationship such as, if you're with me then I'll be fine.

Until now.

At some point, some point Vash hadn't made sure to catalog, every conversation with his sister ended in the same aspect, some doting view of Erik. Last time he checked his hair was 'so shiny' everyday. And no, he didn't particularly see how 'unique' his eyes were. Well, he did, actually, but he didn't feel the need to comment on it.

And he knew it was only Erik, too. I mean here was a man with silver hair and bright sangria eyes yet she didn't talk about that.

Vash wasn't so protective as to keep his younger sister from him, but he still wanted to know more about this mysterious boy than his appearance.

So he walked out of third block a bit irritated.

"Dude. Why're ya so pissed?"

Vash turned to see Gilbert leaning over the counter, staring at him. "Because you seem to have become a regular occurrence in my life." He growled. Gilbert frowned, the pit of the cherry he had eaten cracking before he spit it across the room into the trash can lying idly by. Vash rolled his eyes, used to the nonverbal responses he would receive at times. "I'm concerned about Lili's adoration."

"Ah, yes, Erik." Gilbert nodded, fiddling with the stem, "He seems nice." A smirk flashed by Gilbert's face for a moment before he converted back to the fake stoic expression.

Vash glared half-heartedly at him for a moment, "Seriously, what are you doing here."

"Do you have any marshmallows?"

"What do you need... nevermind. I don't even want to know." Vash responded decidedly, confused.
"Gonna microwave 'em." Gilbert answered as if it answered everything.

The Swiss's eyes widened and he gaped up at him for a few seconds. "What? Why?"

Gilbert mimicked the expression, "You've never had microwaved marshmallows before!" He shook his head as if the very idea was incomprehensible. "You're missing out on life man!"

"I'll remember that." Vash replied with a roll of his eyes. "Of course I don't have any, did you think I would? Feliciano might though."

"That's what I'd been thinking, anyway." Gilbert flicked him another light look before heading to the small kitchen-esque area of the dorm room. Vash stared at the floor for a few moments, at a loss for what to do, as he heard banging and shuffling noises from the area. He heard plastic ripping, and a few seconds later electronic beeping that must have been the microwave. He wasn't- no. He definitely was. "Gilbert!" he called, racing into the room, "You're not doing it here?"

Gilbert spun, holding two mugs with small laces of white on the top and forks inside. "Yeah. Not a problem, is it?" He held out one of the mugs, inclining his head as if offering it to him. Vash took it cautiously. He pulled out the fork, a small strand of white goo stringing after, hardening and breaking off. "Try it!" Gilbert was unnervingly eager, crunching on a bit of his own.

"I-I am..." he replied hesitantly, sticking the still hot... goo... into his mouth. It was overwhelmingly sweet, more so, actually, than an unmicrowaved one. He swallowed it, the marshmallow sticking to his throat for a few seconds. "Okay. I tried it."

Gilbert hummed something from in front of him, completely absorbed in his own. "Amathing, ithn't id?"

"To start a war over." Vash replied snarkily with roll of the eyes. "Now seriously, you've got your marshmallows, and I need to finish my homework. Are you leaving?"

"You know, I think I deserve a reward." Gilbert said with a grin.

"And why's that?"

"I haven't made a sexual innuendo about what we're eating yet."

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