Kage: My oh my! I never expected so many reviews, and for that I thank you, BlackRoseGirl666, moonlightgaia123, evilbookfairy666, Anonymous Void, Mew I is Dinosaur and trinn. You have no idea how happy your reviews make me, thank you!
Anonymous Void, it wasn't exactly my cup of tea either, so that is why I wrote an alternate ending on what you had said, it peaked my interest. It is added to "Missing" at the ending if you wish to read it. Also I hope you enjoy the one-shot and I apologize if it is not what you had been looking for.
Ordinary Day(Vanessa Carlton): Switzerland X Canada
Warnings: Fluff, I suppose, but that isn't much of a warning is it? Human Au, I suppose the era when arranged marriages were still around along with princes, I am unsure what years that could have been. My Apologies.
Matthew sighed softly as he lifted the sheets to his bed before crawling into them. Hugging his suffered bear-Kumaloca?-to his chest he stared down at his pillow with a small frown. Things had gotten out of hand, he-no older then eleven mind you-is expected to marry! A letter came from a foreign nation, it was a request for him to marry their prince in hopes of their nations to become closer and build a treaty, at least that was what he supposed. And his parents accepted! He didn't even know who this person was!
He felt his lips pucker into a small pout.
"What do you think of this Kumajoka?"
There was no reply as he expected. So Matthew sighed, snuggled in his covers, and allowed sleep to take him.
The next morning after breakfast Matthew excuses himself and exits to the garden. He walks into the rose maze and makes his way to the middle of it only to pause and hide behind the bush. There is a boy already in there, his hair was styled in a chin length bob cut and his eyes were green.
He's an ordinary boy, so why is he gaining so much of Matthews's attention? Maybe because he was staring so intently at the sky. Matthew looked up as well expecting to see something remarkable. Though from what he could see, there was nothing really of interest.
"Are you coming along?"
Matthew squeaks at the sudden sound and looks at the boy, his eyes were narrowed slightly. Matthew chews lightly on his bottom lip and slowly approaches the boy.
"I apologize for intruding."
The words flow out of his mouth quickly and Matthew feels himself flush in embarrassment. Politeness was something he was taught since he was a tot; it was second nature for him.
He see's the corner of the boy's lip twitch as though he was trying not to smile and Matthew feels himself relax a bit.
And soon after the slightly awkward, for Matthew, beginning they are both taking. Matthew finds himself enjoying the boys company. Until he realizes something.
"What is your name?"
And Matthew feels himself blushing a shade of rose red; he should have introduced himself first before simply asking that so rudely!
"O-oh! I…I mean m-my name is M-Matthew Williams, m-may I ask what your's is?"
He tried to fix his blunder though he stumbled slightly over his words as he did so. However, he took notice of the slight quirk upon the boy's lips, amusement maybe?
"Basch Zwingli, though most call me Vash."
Matthew felt his diminishing blush return full force.
…
Visits with Basch-Vash-continued, secretly, after there first meeting. Matthew awaited his acquaintance(?), friend(?) Matthew wasn't exactly sure what there relationship was. A soft frown pulled at his lips, remembering what had happened earlier.
"Isn't it remarkable?" A young woman giggled and Matthew paused in his eating. He quietly placed his utensils upon his plate and clasped his hands in his lap.
"If I may ask, mother, what is remarkable?" he questioned softly.
"Oh, Matthew! You have not heard?" Matthew's mother, a Madam Madeline spoke in surprise, her lovely lavender eyes blinking once, twice, thrice.
"My apologies mother, I do not regularly listen to gossip." Matthew said looking up at Madeline apologetically.
"Quite. Well, news came that you marriage ceremony will be earlier than expected." Madeline spoke a small smile catching upon her lips.
"O-oh, well that is splendid. U-um if I may, when is it happening?" Matthew said holding in his dread.
"Oh! You'll be in your eighteenth year! It was originally supposed to be in your twenty first year."
What generous time, he's surprised that he has to his eighteenth year. Though that means he has less time with Basch…
"Matthew." said boy turned with a small smile only to frown in puzzlement at the blank look upon his friends face.
"What is wrong Basch?" Matthew asked worriedly.
"Has something been eating at you?"
"What? Of course not, what made you ask?"
"You have been frowning and staring into the rose bushes for the past ten minutes."
"Well, I suppose there is something…" Matthew murmured feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught.
"Take my hand." Matthew looked down at Basch's hand before hesitantly slipping his own in.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a place I go to for solitude, we can converse there." as Basch spoke he began to pull Matthew after him.
"Oh."
Why was he reacting so oddly? Those words were so ordinary and yet…
They seem anything but.
…
"Basch!" Basch looked up from his book to see his friend jog over with tears flowing down his face.
Luckily Basch was used to this and stood before opening his arms albeit stiffly as his friend immediately filled them.
"The wedding ceremony will be taking place upon my sixteenth year."
Basch exhaled slowly as not to seem surprised.
That was next year.
"My life will always be based upon an imaginary book, do you not agree?" Matthew laughs a terribly fake sound.
Basch does not agree and shows Matthew this by holding him closer.
"Basch…?"
Matthew is so very confused and a part of him is oddly ecstatic about this change in demeanor.
"Matthew, have you ever thought about living while you can?"
Matthew pulls back, though not all the way because Basch is wonderfully warm, and gives the Swiss young man a puzzled look.
"Live while I can? What does that mean?"
Basch rolls his eyes and with that passive expression upon his face he leans forward, his lips and Matthews's only inches apart. Matthew's cheeks instantly turn dark red and his eyes cling to Basch's.
"It means to do what you want while you can."
"Oh." Matthew murmured before Basch's lips pressed lightly onto his own.
…
Three more months. Matthew shakes and Basch holds him lightly.
"I wish…" Matthew pauses and looks away.
"What? What do you wish for?" Basch asks placing a hand beneath Matthews chin and turns his head until Matthew is looking at Basch's face.
"It d-does not matter, it will not change things…" and Matthew sounds depressed.
"It matters to me." Basch gives Matthew a small smile and gently squeezes his shoulder.
"I…" Matthew blushes a light pink that is slowly growing in color. "I wish that it was you."
Basch gains a confused look and Matthew giggles.
"I wish I was marrying you." Matthew explains with a smile before it falls turning into a sad frown.
"However, that won't be happening." Matthew stands and giving Basch an almost silent 'goodbye' leaves.
After that Basch is left alone to think about what Matthew had said.
…
It was time. Matthew dressed in white, stays out the door in which the man he is to marry awaits. He bites his bottom lip and desperately looks for something to distract him. Worst of all he had not heard from Basch for the past week. His heart beats painfully, rejection filling him.
"Matthew!" he turns only for the object of his thoughts to collide with him. They end up on the floor and both feel there cheeks heat at there improper position. Basch hurriedly pushes himself to a stand and helps Matthew to his feet as well.
Basch coughs into his hand before looking at Matthew.
"Basch…?" There was a questioning tone in Matthews's voice because he cannot begin to understand why Basch is here, could it be something important?
"Matthew, please, run away with me." Matthew's eyes widen at the suggestion and he gasps.
"Y-you mean elope!" Basch shushes him and looks around to make sure no one is listening in.
"Yes, would you?"
"B-but Basch I don't know…" to run away unrepentantly with the person he loves… or get married to someone he doesn't know…
"I won't pressure you, Matthew. However, if you are going to get married to the man behind the door I should at least let you know of my feelings for you. I love you, Matthew Williams." Matthew stares at Basch and watches as his passive neutral Swiss is the one to turn as red as fresh roses. And with a smile he lifts his hands to cup Basch's face.
"Yes, I will!" And Matthew kisses Basch upon the lips in his happiness.
…
Five years have passed since their elope, they had moved from the lovely land of France to the cold land known as Canada. It was a long journey; however, both shall never forget it.
"Basch, why is it that you always look at the sky when the sun sets or rises now?" Matthew questions leaning against Basch to look up at the purpling sky.
"The sky reminds me of your eyes at this time." Basch answers and smiles at Matthew as said young man flushes.
Basch may have been an ordinary boy but now, he mean's everything to Matthew.
Kage: Ah, I feel like this is a fail(and rushed), my sincerest apologies. However, this could make a good multi-chapter story. Also if you read "Missing" already read it again or at least the Alternate ending.
Apologies again if it was not to your satisfaction Anonymous Void.
Basch is actually Switzerland's human name though people use Vash instead, though when I think about it Basch and Vash sound similar to me.
Requests are always welcome; just make sure you add the pairing, song and any extra details you believe are appropriate. Polite criticism is always appreciated as well.
Thank you for reading.