Austria X Reader X Switzerland

Shooting Practice

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You heard your alarm clock as you were snoozing peacefully. Now it was your time to snooze your alarm. "I don't even need that stupid alarm..," you muttered and curled yourself back in bed when your dad came with a trumpet almost basically blowing in your ears.

You covered your ears when the blast reached you and quickly got up as your dad stopped playing the trumpet as I saw that he was wearing his military uniform.

"Soldier Y/N, report to duty by the car. You have 15 minutes to get ready," your dad said as you stood up straight.

"Sir yes sir!" You exclaimed as dad walked away as you salutes. You quickly got a pair of black leggings and your favorite shirt along with you F/C hoodie. You took a pair of sneakers as you reached your dad's Jeep and sat in the front seat.

He started the engine and played his music on the radio. You took out your earbuds and put your music volume high enough so you wouldn't be able to hear the radio. You looked out the window to see the usual shooting range as you took your earbuds off.

Stepping onto the dirt, you picked up your usual gun and faced your target. You watched as your dad left by driving off as you held your gun with both of your hands. You paid attention to your target. The red was the outer circle, the green was the second, the yellow was the third, and the blue would be the bull's eye.

You pulled the trigger once, landing on the green space. You sighed and pulled the trigger again, landing on the same green space again. You sighed and tried a different stance as you shot it three more times.

Red, yellow, blue.

You smirked as you reloaded your gun by the bullet station. You noticed someone wielding a shotgun in his hands wearing a black sleeveless shirt with camo pants as he wore a cross necklace. You were silent when your eyes met.

"Y/N?" He asked, soon recognizing you. You smiled and hesitantly chuckled.

"H-Hey, Switzy...what brings you here?" You asked as he looked around, putting his bullets in his shotgun.

"The other shooting center I went costed too much money, so it was better to go here," he said as the both of you returned to target practice. Instead, you paid attention to the way Switzerland was shooting.

His eyes paid no attention to anything else as he was looking at only the target and nothing but the target. He pulled the trigger three times.

Blue, blue, blue.

You stood there is shock as he pulled the trigger five times. The bullets were flying almost as rapid as a machine gun.

Blue, blue, blue, blue, and blue.

Then you watched as he trained his focus intently as he pulled the trigger seven times.

Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, near yellow.

"Dammit..," he muttered under his breath as you shrugged, not focusing on Switzerland as you inhaled deeply, looking at the target and pulled the trigger once.

Yellow.

You were impressed with yourself, so you tried two.

Yellow, green.

You grit your teeth and set up for three.

Red, green, green.

You squinted your eyes toward the blue space and then you were about to pull the trigger out of anger when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Switzerland was there.

"Your position changes every time you shoot. Try to keep it still. Also, with the gun you have, squinting would be bad. Keep your entire focus on the target, and nothing else but the target."

You nodded as he walked away and refilled the bullets in his shotgun. You followed his advice and inhaled deeply as you stood up straight, fixing your posture and sticking out your chest a little bit, frowning at what you saw.

You paid zero attention to that and looked straight at the target, both hands on your gun as you tried to pay attention to only you target.

"Y/N!" You heard Switzerland yell your name loudly as you pulled the trigger, startled. Switzerland tackled you to the ground with his arms wrapped around you as you trembled out of fear as you heard a second gunshot loud and clear. At the same time, you blushed with the fact that your friend was indirectly hugging you which took you by surprise,

"Eh-What's going on?" You asked, clearly scared of what was going in. Switzerland just hushed you and looked around.

"It's an actual shooting. Now just stay calm and-" Switzerland was cut off by the sound of one of the shooters yelling.

"Listen up, punks! We're gonna go and rob this joint!" Someone yelled in a raspy voice. However, the voice sounded familiar to you.

"Wait a second..," Switzerland said as he released you, Hong out of the hiding spot and faced the the shooters.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THREE PLANNING ON PRANKING HERE?!" Switzerland exclaimed and held up a shotgun to their heads. You felt like it was okay to come out as you found Switzerland yelling furiously at the Bad Touch Trio pulling pranks.

"I expected for you to come here, so I took this picture and I'll send if to the whole school," France smirked and held up a picture in his hands.

The picture contained a photo of you and Switzerland when he tackled you to the ground and people could easily misinterpret it for something else.

"G-Give that back to me you three idiots!" Switzerland exclaimed as he held his shotgun up to France's head who had the picture in his hand. You noticed that Switzerland had a slight redness on his cheeks.

You couldn't help but giggle as France handed the picture back to Switzerland.

"Fine, beats having a bullet to the head," France said as the three left as Switzerland teared the photo into pieces.

"Forget that ever happened," Switzerland said as you looked at your watch to see that was 2 o' clock as you put your gun back on the table. You grabbed the rest of your stuff and looked at the target.

The bullet you shot was dead in the middle.

You smiled as you walked over to your dad's car and put your bags in the back as you put your earbuds on and continued to listen to your usual music and looked out the window. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself and smiled.

So he does have a soft side..