Switzerland X Reader – Inexperienced Impulses
“Vash, I did a terrible thing.”
Looking up from his place by the windowsill, Vash Zwingli cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you standing in the doorway of his living-room, eyes cast miserably down at your feet and hands holding something behind your back. He sighed and momentarily closed his eyes in anticipation of what was to come.
He had been sitting at home quietly, enjoying a peaceful evening to himself while his sister spent the night at a friend’s house. He’d been watching the sun set beneath the beautiful rolling green hills of his countryside – the sight of which could be viewed best from the window of his living-room – and had made plans to heat up some left-overs for dinner later before retiring to his study to clean and polish his large collection of firearms. All in all, a pleasantly planned evening.
However, the mere sight of you made all of his plans seem somewhat irrelevant – a fact which never ceased to displease him. Often would he grumble complaints to Lili about your ability to throw a spanner in his works, with your impulsive visits and your characteristic smile that always seemed to cause Vash to become flustered.
Never mind the reason for you visit; your presence itself was enough to cause his heart rate to accelerate and his usually sharp mind to become frustratingly fuzzy. Vash contained himself well in the face of all this, however; after that one time when he’d blushed like a fool in front of you after you had pecked him on the cheek, he made a special effort to keep a tight rein on his emotions whenever you were around.
And so it was that Vash gave you a weary look, framed by the fading orange glow of the setting sun behind him. His wary green eyes and good posture contradicted the casual air he was attempting to exude.
You walked over to where he sat and reluctantly held out the large shopping bag you’d been concealing behind your back, keeping it away from your body as if it were a dead thing. Vash took the bag from you and, with another sigh, peered inside.
“You bought more shoes,” he stated simply, his voice deadpan as he looked up at you from beneath his brows.
Nodding slowly, you replied, “I did. And I’m a terrible person, I know! I’ve been saving all month, just like you said that I should, but…these boots…and that sale…”
As you trailed off, Vash put the shoes down with a grim set to his mouth. While it looked to you as if he were merely displeased with your ability to spend money so frivolously, the Swiss man was actually trying to keep his desire to embrace you in check. You looked too damn adorable and vulnerable when you were feeling guilty; he couldn’t help but want to hold you and reassure you, to make sure no one could take advantage of your weakness…
Even if that weakness happened to be something as trivial as shopping.
“Vash? Are you listening…?"
Vash blinked and looked up to see your face very close to his own, your eyes showing concern and one of your hands gently gripping his upper arm. For a terrible moment, he seriously considered leaning forwards and connecting his lips with yours, so caught up was he in your singularly beautiful features. But the moment passed, leaving him to flinch and stand abruptly upright in order to dislodge your hand and create some sorely needed space between the two of you.
“I, uh…yes of course,” he muttered as he side-stepped around you and walked over to one of his large bookshelves in order to conceal the irritating colour that was beginning to spread on his cheeks. Cursing inwardly, he raised a hand above his head to place against the bookshelf and shifted his weight forward so that he was supported by it, as he attempted to regain his composure.
He failed to notice the look of disappointment on your face, but he did feel himself stiffen when you said from behind him, “I apologize, Vash…I’m over here again, annoying you with my trivial troubles. God, I must get on your nerves! I can’t even remember the last time you asked me for help or advice; it’s always about me, isn’t it? I really am sorry. I’ll return the shoes and try to stick to the last lot of advice you gave me.”
Vash turned around to see you gathering the ends of the shopping bag in your hands, your shoulders slumped and your face a thin mask of normality in the place of hurt; the latter of which he could see in your tell-tale eyes. The stubborn blonde felt himself cringe inwardly at how uncaring he had been acting towards someone that he was supposed to deem a friend. He had been so caught up in controlling his own feelings that he’d forgotten to consider yours.
“No, it’s me who should be apologizing, (Name),” he said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked slowly back to you, “I was being inconsiderate. Please, have a seat and I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”
“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly, your brow furrowed and mouth twisted down slightly in a way that made Vash’s breath catch.
“Yes,” he replied briskly, before marching off to the kitchen. He needed to focus on something that wasn’t you for the moment in order to clear his head.
Once he’d managed to retreat to his safe haven, he put the kettle on to boil before gripping the kitchen bench and lowering his head in embarrassment. Why did he act like such a fool when (Name) was around?! Could it really be as Lili had so innocently suggested the other day…?
Was he actually falling in love with her?
Vash shook his head in annoyance. He had never really dabbled in romance before, thinking of it as nothing more than a fool’s past-time; a venture which would surely result in more troubles than triumphs, throwing his neutrality into disarray. And yet…
There was that sweet voice again. The Swiss man winced as he realized that the kettle had boiled already while he had been lost in his thoughts and that the object of his contemplation was now standing right behind him. He cursed inwardly again and wondered when he had become so spacey (a word he’d picked up from Lili).
“Ja, sorry (Name), I just-“
Vash was interrupted by the feeling of your arms wrapping themselves around his torso from behind, pressing your body into his in a way that made him gulp audibly and blush again. His body became stiff and unyielding, unable to relax against yours as you pressed one of your cheeks against the back of his neck and rested your head there, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort.
“Vash, can I ask you something?” you whispered, your voice low and intimate.
The blonde cleared his throat and tried to ignore the feeling of your warm breath against his skin as he replied gruffly, “Go ahead.”
“Do you…have feelings for me?”
There was a long silence that stretched out between the two of you in the kitchen as Vash tried to put order his thoughts, a frown on his handsome face as he blinked slowly and held his breath. Just as you were about to remove your arms from around him and accept rejection, he managed to regain control of his body and swiftly turned around to face you. Looking down at you with serious eyes, Vash gripped your shoulders and pulled you towards him where he met you halfway with his lips. He was forceful at first, crushing your soft lips with his own in a manner that indicated inexperience, but he soon eased up and began to kiss you with more care, his mouth moving slowly against yours. Gradually, Vash moved his hands up to your face and cupped your cheeks as he savoured the feeling.
Being typically Swiss, the only thought that came into his mind at that precise moment was that you tasted sweeter than even the best Swiss chocolate.
When the two of you finally parted, his cheeks were covered by a faint pink blush but his eyes showed more confidence than they had previously. You beamed up at him and kissed him again gently before rubbing your nose against his.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked curtly, his eyes unable to meet yours for the moment as you ran your fingers lightly through his hair.
“Adequately enough for now, I suppose. Though, I wouldn’t mind hearing it spoken aloud as well…”
Vash sighed. “Fine. I…I’m in love with you. Okay?”
“Okay!” you giggled, “I love you too. Now, not to ruin the mood or anything…but do you think I can keep those boots?”
Vash was not normally an impulsive person. Nor was he usually decisive and direct. But all airs of neutrality were thrown out the window where love was concerned~