Vash
@neutralchocolatecheese
male Berne, Switzerland
{Disclaimer: Role-Play account}
Erm, clears throat guten tag. I am Switzerland.
Make one wrong move to either me or my sister, and I will shoot you.
That is all. Move along now.
Erm, clears throat guten tag. I am Switzerland.
Make one wrong move to either me or my sister, and I will shoot you.
That is all. Move along now.
should be getting back home, it seems. Ah, here goes waking up early.
Vash
is
just going to be quiet until the Euro cup. Now, as long as he doesn't have to co-host with Austria ever again...
Sighs and ...congratulates Spain. (OMG OMG FUQ YEAH SPAIN)
Vash
wishes
Netherlands luck in today's game. Knock that Spanish idiot dead. *Grumble grumble* [I'm for Spain tho. |D ¡VAMOS ESPAÑA!]
Vash
wonders
why he feels a weight on his arm. Tug, tug, tug, it goes. His eyes snap open in irritation. "What the hell?" He questions into the darkness.
[Handcuffed to Bel? lololol cue fighting]
Vash
is
quite hungry. Now where to find food.
's head hurts. It's probably because of the heat and somehow, boredom.