It's Just More Fun Together ~ Hetalia x Reader One Shots

Worse Than a Stormtrooper (Switzerland)

A/N While in Vegas, this idea came to mind as I walked around and played Midway games. It seemed to fit Switzerland the best, so viola! Hetalia, and the picture, and you, are all things that I don't own.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

There is nothing more fun and entertaining than playing a game with someone you care about...

Unless it's a trigger-happy, reclusive, overall generally angry country. Then a simple game becomes much more like a war. At least, this is what you found out when you decided to invite your best friend and neighbor, Switzerland, to a carnival.

It didn't end well.

"This is absolute schiesdreck(1)!"

"Woah Vash! Calm yourself, it's just a game!"

"No! I will not stop until I have hit at least one wooden cube off of the pedestal!" You watched as your friend slapped another five dollar bill on the table, promptly demanding more 'ammo.' Never before had you seen Switzerland spend so much money so absentmindedly, and it was starting to worry you.

The man running the game gave five more bags to Switzerland, and he expertly threw each one. At the wall. You cringed as each bag missed it's target, one even hitting the top block, but bouncing right off onto the floor. You glanced warily to the side to view Switzerland's expression, and he was fuming, his hands balled into fists and shaking. You saw this as a good time to intercept.

"Okay, I think that's enough playing for now," You gently tapped on Switzerland's shoulder to get his attention. The last thing you wanted was for him start threatening to beat people with his peace prize, which, you were regretful to admit, had already happened twice that day.

Vash sent one more angry glare towards the game before he grunted out a "Fine," and began to follow you. There was a brief moment of silence.

"Jeez, what a stupid game!"

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "You know, these games are rigged. Those blocks were probably stuck together by something that makes it super hard to knock them down. It has nothing to do with your actual ability to hit something.Though you did have pretty bad aim." You teased.

"Hmph, whatever. Let's just go eat. I brought some food so we wouldn't have to buy anything." You could tell that Switzerland was still upset, but you knew that he got worked up over the smallest things, so you weren't too surprised. A small amused smile appeared on your face when he said he brought food. His almost subconscious desire to save money was just one of his quirks that you had grown to really like about him.

"Sure Vash, there's a bench right here." You both sat down, and you watched Switzerland as he dug around in his coat and brought out a paper bag. Reaching inside, he took out some sandwiches you were sure were made by Liechtenstein, and filled with his favorite cheap brands of cheese. As you ate, you glanced around the area you were in, determining what you should do next. You had been there for quite some time already, and the sun was beginning to set.

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"I don't really care." You let out a sigh. One of the things that bugged you a bit about your friend was his indifference. He rarely had opinions about anything other than food and money, which made it difficult to determine what he really wanted.

When you opened your eyes to look at Switzerland, you found him staring at a shooting game across the way from you. Blinking, you giggled softly. Switzerland noticed this and turned to you with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"What are you laughing at now?"

"You!" A light blush appeared on Switzerland's face, though he desperately tried to hide it while still managing an agitated expression. He crossed his arms and turned from you, finding the ground a much more interesting subject.