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@ Vash~

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" she asked shyly, slightly nervous about breaking her news to him. She wasn't even sure if he knew about the masquerade or not, but this certainly was something that she had to run by him first. The girl didn't know Feliks all too well, and assumed that Vash should know a little more about him. Please don't be angry, she thought, taking the Swiss man's hand subconciously.

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With a heaving sigh, Vash shuffled the gun at his shoulder. He was going to her house… to Lilli’s house. He had spent countless hours readying himself, both mentally and physically. He didn’t want to seem like a mess the first time he ever visited her house, as he had been caught of guard when she visited a month ago. He wanted his visage to scream that he was taken care of, and he felt like he had desired the effect, but he still felt extremely nervous.

As he walked along a long winding path that led to the boarder, he rehearsed countless apologies in his mind. The Swiss man sighed again. Was he really up to this? That was one question, but he knew he had to do this. He knew that he was hurting Lilli because of how busy he had been lately. He cursed being so damn occupied with his weapons trade. Similar thoughts plagued his mind as continued to walk on.

A few hours later as the afternoon began to shine, Vash caught sight of the address that she had given him a while back that signified the location of her house. He was really starting to feel the break of sweat on the back of his neck, but he had come this far. He wasn’t about to turn around because he was afraid of talking to her. 

He would have gotten there much sooner, had it not been for the customs that tried to nag him about bringing his rifle. (He continued in his argument, “I’m Switzerland, damn it!” and sooner or later, they had accepted his entry after a call to his boss) He fumbled just before her door. He fixed his hair, beret, and wiped away and sort of material from his crisp green coat. He unslung the rifle from his back, allowing himself one last sigh before he reached up and knocked on the door, still unready as he forced himself into the motion. He could feel his mouth go dry and a torrent of butterflies writhe in his stomach. Vash felt his nerve failing him as he paced to the side away from the door, looking out at the grass. He reached up to fumble with his collar and he could hear a shuffle from inside.

“Gott, pull yourself together…” He mumbled to himself.

[It had been almost one month since Lilli had the enounter with her new friend, Ivan, and her brother. Not that she was counting or anything. Now, today, he was coming over to her house in the first time in what seemed to be forever. Yet the spontaneous meeting felt like it was only yesterday. Since the day, she had been frantically cleaning her home, top to bottom, night and day to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Everything had to be perfect. She didn't want to disappoint her dear brother, who had a standard for his cleanliness that she remembered almost verbatim.

After she finished her overkill cleaning, just the day before, Lilli barely remembered that they were going to need something to eat. How could she forget one of the most important details? Especially one she loved preparing for so much. In a frantic rush, she had run to the local market and purchased the ingredients for apple strudel. After it was done, the result was one of her best. That was done. She always had a cabinet full of all sorts of teas, so that didn't need worrying. What was she forgetting...?

She went to bed a bundle of nerves, but slept almost too soundly that night; however, when she woke up, Lilli realised something. What exactly was she going to say? She had missed the entire point that this meeting was about. Then another thing came to her mind: She had never set her alarm. Staring up at her clock, she realised she had slept in late, causing her to rush to get dressed, not minding with her socks or petticoats as she usually did. She just threw on her normal dress, tied her little purple ribbon in her hair and scurried to get a pot on the stove for tea. As soon as she got down the stairs, though, there was a knock on the door, and a mumble of words in a familiar voice just beyond it. He was there. It was already time. She quickly brushed her hair out with her fingers, her heart beating at Allegro as she reached for the doorknob, slowly turning it and opening the door, her stomach feeling as if it were in knots. However, when she saw her brother in front of her, she smiled and almost sighed. He looked wonderful.]

Vash... I'm so glad you could make it. Please, come in.

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holyswiss hat deine Frage beantwortet: Shh, he’s sleeping… [And he looks like such an...

W-when did you take this!?

A-ah, Bruder! I-I just found it when I was cleaning out one of my suitcases. I think it was one of our last picnics. I wanted to remember it, s-so... I'm sorry...