"Hey! Vash!"
The angry Swiss man turned around when he heard his name being called. You ran up to him, a wide smile on your face.
He glared at you, "What do you want, (Y/N)?"
You pulled up the sleeves of your shirt and flexed your (non-existent) muscles, "Did you bring your tickets? Because it's time for the gun show!"
You over accentuated your (still non-existent) muscles on the words "gun show."
Vash, his expression never changing, simply took a small pistol from his back pocket and clicked off the safety.
"Get off my property."
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that was so horribly cheesy and such an eighth grade move of me I'm so sorry
but you know you love me
YOU ARE READING
Hetalia x Reader Drabbles
FanfictionRandom little scenes that I will probably think of in the precipices of the night.
