doesn't really believe in Romano's nonsense, but he's going to be on the look out for muffins now. He doesn't have a weapon in hand, though.
awwww, look a small and unarmed Vash! Australia must hug and ruffle his hair therefore~
saw him first. He wants to show Switzerland the cutting of a chicken's head.
William
is
currently attached to him, so he wins~ Australia sticks out his tongue at the Nordic nation, looking rather smug.
Vash
has
no idea of who Australia is, so he blinks repeatedly before pushing him away, "W-What are you doing!" Then he sees Iceland. "Oh, hi."
Iceland
is
going to ignore the taller one's maturity. "Hn, hi. You're hunting grain, now?"
grins, 'I'm just saying Hi to my friend from the year 2010!'
smooths out his hair, "Uh, no." He answers quickly before turning his gaze at Australia. "...Friend?" Here he wonders why he would be
friends with someone who looks like England.
William
hates
these effing Eyebrows. 'Yep, Friends. The best of buds~ We're like two bottles of beer from the same crate, two bottles of wine from the_
same barrel.' He smooths off some imaginary creases off of his top, 'We look out for eachother.'
blinks again. Those eyebrows were really weird. "Why?" Of course, he constantly asks that. He flips his hair to put it into place, frowning.
doesn't actually know why... ;n; 'Because we're both top notch blokes?' He pulls out his phone to show Vash a picture of them drinking,_
drawn on eyebrows and all. 'Look, that's an older you!'
's brows furrow in response to the picture. He touches his (thankfully thin) eyebrows, looking repeatedly at the picture then back at Will.
William
is
going to go get his eyebrows waxed after this. He calls Iceland over for proof, showing him the picture, 'That's Vashikins here, right?'
Iceland
is
going to ignore the call, la la la~.
Vash
is
totally weirded out my the nickname. Just, what? "V...Vashikins?" Appalled Switzerland is appalled. He glares at the both of them.
nods, looking sad. 'Don't you believe me? You...' he pauses, 'You call me Willie.'
Vash
feels
slightly guilty, looking at Will' sad face. "I do...?" He coughs, "Well, it's fitting." He deadpans.
William
is
unamused. 'Well Vashiwashi suits you mate.'
Vash
is
very amused! "....What?" Okay, not anymore.
'Lord Vashington, Vashibunbuns~ and Vashitimtim, they're all perfect for you~'
now has the urge to bang his head against something hard and sandpapery. "Don't call me those names..."
tries to look innocent but the cheeky grin kind of gives him away, 'What do I get if I stop calling you those names?'
shrugs. Unfortunately for Will, he hasn't exactly discovered how to make his ~fabulous chocolate yet. "I don't know. What do you want?"
William
wants
his fabulous chocolate. Siiiigh, 'Use your imagination.'
stares at him incredulously. "Really, now." Part of him thinks that even if he gave this "Willie" something, he wouldn't stop teasing him.
William
will
never stop teasing Vashikins. He stands there, waiting~
shakes his head, biting his inner cheek. "I have no idea." He pauses. "Of what to give you and who you are, exactly."
looks shocked, ''I'm Australia! And give me whatever you want.' He tries to look cool... and fails.
Vash
has
never heard of an 'Australia'. "Hm, I still don't know you." He hums, thinking. "What do you want, anyway?"
shrugs, 'What do you have to offer?'
shakes his head again, "I don't know!" Because at this point, all he has are religious civil wars and violent tendencies.
sighs dramatically, holding out his arms with a small smirk. 'I'd like a hug.'
stares at his arms, then at his face. "...Are you sure?" He isn't too used to giving hugs. "Alright, then." Hesitantly, he wraps his arms
around the taller boy, face flushed. "Uh."
wraps his arms around the other, rubbing his back. 'Aww, thank you Vash.'
's face turns even redder. "Okay, okay, that's enough..." He tries to let go, but sort-of doesn't want to.
picks him and hugs him some more, grinning. 'Are you blushing Vash?'
flails a bit, trying to make the blush go away. "No...!" He purses his lips, "Put me down."
puts him down and steps back, ending the hug. 'Okay, you're not blushing.' *Smug smile*
smooths his hair out and brushes his pants, trying to look ~calm. "Yes, I'm not." C'mon blush, die down.
pats his shoulder, smiling. It's weird being the older one for once. 'Okay, you're not,' he agrees, acting more mature this time.
Vash
wonders
about the change of attitude, but says nothing of it. He gives a tiny, weak smile. "Must you do that?"
blinks, 'Do what?'
runs a hand through his hair, flattening a few stray strands. "Pick me up." :C
ahhs, grinning. 'You don't like that when you're older either.'
crosses his arms, "It's not fun to be picked up," He answers, pouting. "Really uncomfortable."
watches the other, hiding an amused smile behind his hand. 'But everything else was okay?'
twitches and grabs his hand, blush acting up again. "W-well!" He pauses. "I guess."
hand is grabbed?!?! 'Well, that's good! Friends should be able to hug right?'
grabbed his hand since he could see his smile...Will wasn't hiding it very well. "...Yes?"
nods, a little less perturbed about the hand thing. He breaks out into the same smile, 'Good.'