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.
Vash
is
a guy again! FINALLY! Personally, he doesn't ever want to be a girl again. Ever.
regrets losing that bet. Though all the nations are annoying, she doesn't want to forfeit and look weak. [Will, let's say (s)he lost. /shot]
Vash
is
on the shooting range, the wind blowing at the dress he--she's wearing. As many times as she's worn dresses, she'll never get used to them.
Vash
feels
incredibly hungry for some reason. Maybe eating chocolate for breakfast isn't very good.
fell and knocked over a jar of glitter. Ah, thanks a lot, now he's itchy everywhere.
Vash
wonders
why he feels like he missed three days of his life. He can't remember anything that might have happened.
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.
Vash
is
freaked out by the calmness of everything, and how ...modern it is. Maybe he shouldn't have gone outside his house.
Vash
was
going to try and conquer Italy, but stupid France got in the way of that. Grumble grumble. [Have some Battle of Marignano!Switzerland.--
hasn't held a gun in a while. To the shooting range, perhaps? It *is* hot out, though.