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Lost Country Switzerland X Reader Pt:8
You and Vash stood outside of the U.N. headquarters, about to take a huge risk. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Clearing your mind, you readied yourself for what you and Vash were about to do; You were going to figure out who attacked your home.
You looked over at your friend, who stood beside you. You had both agreed the Lichtenstein stay home with Japan, who had kindly agreed to protect her while you were out. You chuckled, ‘out’ was an understatement.
“Vash?” You said, the sound of your voice making the blonde man jump slightly “Is everyone ready?” You were still surprised that so many countries had agreed to help you, so many, in fact, that you knew that no country in North or South America participated in the strike against your country, nor did any of the African countries.
Vash nodded, “I cannot believe that were going to try and trap all of our suspect cou
Lost Country Switzerland X Reader Pt:7
Your eyes snapped open and you threw yourself from your bed. You scrambled, less than gracefully, out of the door and downstairs. In the middle of the steps, however, your feet decided to not make contact with the ground, and the rest of your body decided to take their place.
“Ah!” You screamed as you tumbled to the first floor, sliding across the wooden planks as you did so.
You heard thumping, and when you looked past the birds and stars, that you were sure were actually there, you saw a frantic, well, as frantic as he could get, Vash rushing down the steps to get to you. Funny, you thought he’d be awake and downstairs by now.
“____________!” He said, rather loudly, you might add, as he fell to his knees beside you. “What happened? Are you injured? How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up a hand.
You giggled, but groaned in pain when you sat up, “I’m fine, really.”
His eyes narrowed, “Then ans
Lost Country Switzerland X Reader Pt:6
“Vash! What are you doing here?” You said cheerily, standing innocently with your hands linked behind your back.
His usually blank eyes revealed more emotion than you had ever seen them show. His green gaze bored into you with irritation and slight anger. He frowned, glancing at Lilli before turning back to you.
“You put makeup on my sister…” He mumbled, “And you drew all over yourselves.”
You crossed your arms in defense, “We didn’t do anything wrong. This is what girls do at sleepovers!”
“But drawing on your face isn’t normal!” He said.
Lilli jumped to her feet, “I did that to ___________! Bruder, I’m sorry!”
You walked over to Lilli, “You shouldn’t apologize for having some fun, Lilli.” You said, “Vash is being ridiculous.”
“I am not! You’re both being immature!” He protested.
“Sometimes, it’s okay to be immature, Vash.
Lost Country Switzerland X Reader Pt:5
Days passed, then a week, and you still had no word of the situation in your country. You were completely cut off from your home, but you were definitely feeling more at ease after your conversation with Vash.
You had just woken up and had gotten dressed when you heard a knock on your door. You called out, permitting entrance to whoever it was.
Your eyes met with a blank, green stare and you smiled.
“Good morning Vash.” You said with genuine cheer.
“Hello.” He said, “I just want you to know that I have a U.N. meeting today. Lilli is going to stay here with you, okay? Don’t let her stay up too late. I expect you to keep her safe, and the key to my gun vault is in my room, under the bedside lamp. The second code to open it with the key is—“
“Vash.” You interrupted, “Lilli will be safe with me. Don’t worry.”
He glared at you, not appreciating your interruption, “The code is 2-2-8-5-1-6. Utilize the access
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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