creeps behind him and squeezes his sides... that's the best way to cure hiccups, in his opinion.

yelps and jumps, flailing a bit. "Hey!" Oh, the hiccups seem to have left-- "Hic!"

... eyebrows furrow, that always works. 'You okay?'

frowns. That definitely didn't work on him. "Yes, I'm- hic, bien." Oh God, here come the effects.

smirks briefly, 'Bien?' He's speaking French all of a sudden? Looking around he smiles, 'Tried drinking upside down?'

nods, cheeks pink from embarrassment. Well, this is what happens when he gets hiccups... "Oui, je n'aime pas- hic, ricevendo acqua sui-

i miei pantaloni." [Yes, I do not like getting water on my pants. XD;;]

got 'trousers', 'water' and 'I don't like.' He laughs, 'Oh, you don't so you?' He smirks, 'Try holding your breath?'

*do you

holds his breath. After ten seconds, he exhales and nods, "Sì! Penso che abbia funzionato." But then he's stuck in Italian now.

.... doesn't know Italian, at all. He laughs some more, holding onto his sides to try and contain the laughter.

[lol oh, that was "Yes! I think it worked."]

frowns and places his hands at his sides. He grumbles, not wanting to speak.

watches the other, blinking. 'You're better now Vashikins?'

crosses his arms and shakes his head. "No, Io non sono."

'But you no longer hiccuping....'

nods. He isn't hiccuping anymore, but he's stuck in Italian. Like Buzz Lightyear and Spanish mode.

*you're

... laughs. He has modes... does he have a button too?

need to get hiccups *again*. Goddammit, this isn't fun.

[Brb, dinner~]

((Brb bus ;; ))

... can't really give people the hiccups :c

to find a way to get hiccups, then. :C

'How did you get them in the first place?'

scratches his cheek awkwardly, "Non lo so." Yes, he's no help at all. ["I don't know"]

, 'Drink a can of coke really fast and suck in some air while you're doing it!'

blinks. For some reason, this plurker thinks that Will said that really really fast. "Uh. Si... Ho bisogno di coke." ["I need to get coke"]

probably did say it very fast, he wants to help his friend out... He flails, 'Umm... we need to find a can of coke.'

snorts and nods. "Quello è che cosa ho detto." He shakes his head afterwards, because Will probably didn't understand that either.

doesn't understand a word of that... He looks a tad worried and maybe verging on upset. 'What will happen if you don't... change?'

snaps his fingers, thinking. He brings out a pen and makes a square shape with his fingers. He's asking for paper.

... doesn't have paper... He pulls up his sleeve, offering his arm?

... stares. He snorts then proceeds to write on his arm. 'LEARN HOW TO SPEAK ITALIAN.'

... makes a face, 'But I can already speak Japanese... and kind of understand French.'

tilts his head, the motion replacing the question, 'You can speak Japanese?'

nods, 'He's one of the closest countries, isn't he?' There's a pause, 'It's also taught in schools at my place.'

makes an 'ohh.' face, nodding. He still wonders why that is, though.

replies, 'It's all about proximity... I mean, in Britain they learn French primarily because France is the closest major power, in America_

Spanish is popular because of the prominence of the language in their culture.' He smiles, 'Japan is roughly in the same time zone as me_

and we do a lot of business... it's only common courtesy to learn his language.'

nods again, understanding that. In his case, however, his neighbor's languages are already official as his own. Which brings him to his-

current problem.

... stares, 'How do you say Hello?'

...stares back. "Ciao."

mimics 'Ciao.' before giving up. 'Let's go find a vending machine.'

chuckles at his attempts. He had such a funny accent. "Sicuro." He says, following him.

scowls, hitting the other's arm lightly. 'You're such a bastard.'

grins and rubs his arm. "Grazie~" He rolls his eyes.

rolls his eyes, 'Ehh... you and your grassy ass.' He knows Grazie, he just chooses to annoy the other. He smiles upon spotting a vending_

machine, looking to Vash. He'll need money...

glares, handing money to him. "Erboso, realmente." ["Grassy, really."]

buys him a diet coke... since he's sure Vash wants to keep his figure. 'Really,' he replies, simply guessing what Vash is saying, as he_

passes over the drink.

Grazie again, despite him thinking that Will thought it meant grassy. He takes the coke, staring at it, then at the other, asking.

laughs lightly, 'You're meant to drink it mate.'

rolls his eyes. He does it fast, then sucks some air in. No hiccups so far... Wait. "Hic!" He covers his mouth.

cheers, hugging Vash tightly. 'Can you speak English yet?'

stays silent for a while, waiting for another hic. He shakes his head, "Nein." A pause. "Hic! -Make that a yes."

panics, 'Well we need to cure you now, hold your breath.'

nods and starts holding his breath as fast as he can.

... stares o3o

flails, sort-of asking when he can let his breath out.

.... grins. He's tempted to shake his head but nods, 'You can breath now...'

exhales and pauses, waiting. After a while... "No more hiccups!" A grin. "Finally."

rolls his eyes, 'You're one weird guy.'

snorts, "You're weirder."

raises an eyebrow, 'Well then we're a good match.''

crosses his arms, "It seems like it."

puts his hands on his hips, standing back. He tries to hold back a laugh, for some reason this all was hilarious to him.

finds it funny too, though probably not as much as Will. It's just, the other's failure at languages is funny.

... can speak Japanese mate, he's learned two new phonetic alphabets and Kanji. He ends up laughing, hugging Vash. 'I'm glad I can_

understand you again.'

means the failure at his languages. Particularly in Italian. He hugs him back awkwardly and snorts, "That sounds weird."

[Switzy also has Romansh but then I forgot to put it in so >u>;]

... 'That's because I'm talking to you and you're weird.' He rubs the other's back 'But... you sounded sexy speaking Italian.' He jokes

snorts and rolls his eyes, "Suuure I did," he says, smirking.

laughs, letting go, 'You really didn't.'

smirks, "Obviously. I sound like a dying cow or something."

shakes his head, 'Nah... more squeaky... like a dying pig.' He steps back and out of arm length.

...Glares. "Squeaky?" He tries to make his voice deeper. "Squeaky."

chuckles, 'Yeah.. squeaky.'

frowns, "Not squeaky."

smiles, 'If you say so mate.'