Apr. 18th, 2011

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I'll just stick this here for now so I don't lose and/or forget it.

Name: Ixaix
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: abby.gardner@covenant.edu
AIM/MSN/etc: Ixaix

Name: Vash Zwingli (Switzerland)
Canon: Hetalia
Timeline: Modern day

First Person:
[The train arrives, doors opening and allowing a slightly dazed young man to stumble out, one hand pressed to his forehead. As his eyes slowly clear the doors to the train shut behind him before slipping off down the tracks as silently as it came. He looks slightly ill and it takes him a few moments to fully realize his surroundings. Looking around in confusion he notices the odd pocket watch clutched in his left hand, the knobs on the side biting into the heel of his palm. Flipping open the watch he stares at it intensely, fiddles with the knobs, then raises an eyebrow.]

What the hell? [He closes the watch, straightens his spine, adjusts the strap to the machine gun slung across his back, and glares out into the fog.] I’m not in the mood for games. Too bad for the lunatic who brought me here, but I’ve got better things to do than be their pawn. Liechtenstein will worry if I’m not home soon.

[He strides confidently off in a seemingly random direction, tense but with a sort of bounce in his step at the prospect of getting to shoot whoever thought it was a good idea to bring this odd country into the game.]

Third Person:
It was... peaceful. He hadn't used that word in a long time. Vash laid back in the lush grass, basking in the golden sunlight and listening to the birds singing as they flew overhead. A fish jumped from the water of a nearby stream, splashing him in the face as it reentered. At the sound of a gentle laugh he cracked open one eye to see a familiar face smiling down at him.

"Hello, Lili." Vash said. "What is so amusing?"

"You are." She knelt beside him, wiping the water from his cheek with a handkerchief. "It's good to see you so relaxed, big brother. I worry about how much work you do."

"Someone has to keep food on the table." He replied, giving a rare smile to his beloved sister.

Without further comment she stretched out beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put a hand on her head, stroking her hair absentmindedly. It would have surprised almost everyone who knew Vash to see him this way, quiet and happy. For a country constantly on his guard against the world, it was a refreshing break from the norm to simply be.


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