SwitzerlandxReader - 'Kicks'

There is nothing worse than a pissed-off Swiss, with tendency to be trigger-happy, in a mall.

True fact.

You should've realised this when you dragged your Swiss boyfriend with you for shopping, you know. But, alas, that minute detail slipped out of your mind when you had planned this day out.

"[Name]!" Vash called, tapping his foot impatiently. "Are you done?"
"N-Not yet!" You called from inside of the trial room. "I'll be there soon!" You tried to sound as sweet as possible.

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Vash rolled his eyes, as he waited. It had been a huge, huge mistake agreeing to come with [Name] shopping, but he did owe her something after she'd looked after Lili one evening when, all of a sudden, Italy decided to pay one of his increasingly-frequent visits and he had to go after Italy.

Okay, so maybe he shouldn't have said 'whatever you want' when she asked for something as a thank you gift.

However, what irked him the most were the youngsters nowadays. An adolescent boy, no older than thirteen, if her were a betting man, just happened to walk past, and was bragging to his friend about the shoes that he'd bought.

Vash's mind was reeling when he heard the exorbitant price the boy had bought the shoes for.
That would be an average person's pay for one day!

All for those...what was the word...yes. "Kicks"
He had the murderous urge to just fire his gun in the middle of the mall, and then see how fast everyone would scramble. Just how fast could their 'kicks' take them?

Just at that moment, you exited the trial room, empty handed.
"You aren't...buying anything?"
She shook her head. "They're not worth it, Vash."
He grunted, and motioned for her to head towards the exit. Smiling, she joined him.

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"Vash?" You waved your hand in front of your boyfriend. His eyes seemed to refocus, as he turned to you with a quizzical look. "Whatever is the matter? I haven't even bought anything!"
He shook his head, hastily. "It's not that, [Name]. It's just..."
"Just...?"
He sighed, as he placed his fork down. "I can't believe just how...spendthrift some people are."
You looked at him, wide-eyed. "...THAT'S what has been bothering you all along, Vash? How people spend so much on-"
"It's more than that, [Name]. I mean, think about raising a child in this world. She would grow up with people of this sort around her, people who would enforce their ideas on her. That's the type of girl she'd be – a spendthrift, spoilt brat who'd just buy things on whims, and spend all the money that we earn with so much of effort. She wouldn't realise the value of saving money, let alone investing that money and making more money from it!" Vash stopped when he realised he hadn't heard his girlfriend say something for a while now.

Vash turned towards you, to find you resting your chin on your palm and elbow on the table, with a dreamy, dazed look on your face.
"[Name]!" he called sharply, but you still looked at him with a cloudy gaze.
"I never knew you wanted a child."
You could see the blush rising to his cheeks, as he spluttered around for the right word.
"N-Nonsense! Who said anything about me wanting a daughter!"
Your grin widened. "Daughter? I only said 'child'..."
Realising that he had been caught in his own mistake, Vash stared down at his plate, and went back to eating, making sure not to make any eye contact with you. You giggled slightly before you picked up your fork and went back to eating as well.

"Vash, you're adorable."
"D-Don't call me adorable."

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Extended Ending:
"Vash!" You called through the trial room. "I need your help! Could you come in here, please?"
"Not like they will let me in, [Name]." he muttered in reply.
You opened the door ever so slightly, and peeked out. Pouting ever so slightly, you quickly beckoned him with your hand and whispered "They won't care, love."
Heaving a small sigh, he quickly got up and strode into the trial room.

He stopped in his tracks, however, when he saw you in a rather...erm, fitting red dress, the zip undone at the back.
"Care to help lift it up for me, Vash?" You said, as sweetly as possible. The sight in front of him seems to emphasise on the sheer lack of room, and he pulls at his collar, subtly. With shaky hands, he attempts to pull the zip up, but after a few attempts, just gives up.
"Just take that darn dress off."