Through The Alps | Switzerland ✎

Ch 2: Where Have You Been?

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Y/n's POV~

   I walk into the market just steaming after the argument I had with Vash, I was mumbling nonsense when I collide with something or someone. I look down to a see a basket and tomatoes on the floor. I start to pick up the basket and mumble sorry when I finally meet the person I bumped into. She had curly, long, light brown hair, green eyes and a flower in her hair.

   "No worries, it was my fault I didn't see you." She said with a smile on her face.

   "No, no, no it's my fault. I'm sorry, I just have been having a bad day with the person I'm staying with." I say as before I said it, I just said my life story.

   "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm Elizabetha, and I think I've seen you around, correct me if I'm wrong, but you reside with Mr. Vash." My eyes widen. Does she stalk me?

   "How do you know that?" I asked curious, because you never know, she might be a Nazi spy.

   "Oh! I'm sorry I probably sounded creepy, I live behind your house at Mr. Roderich's house!" I said I was still confused so she decided that I was coming over to her house.

   She said that she worked in Mr. Roderich, an Austrian pianist and composer. Then she told me that also a cute little Italian boy worked with her, his name is Feliciano or simply Feli. We made to her house through a back door and a little boy waddled towards her.

   "Ms. Elizabetha! Ms. Elizabetha! Ms. Elizabetha! You're-a here!"

   "Yes I am Feli! Also this Y/n! A new friend of mine!" I giggle at the little Feli as he so adorable.

   "Ciao Y/n! Do you-a have pasta!?!" He said as I giggled and Elizabetha explained that he loved pasta.

   "No I don't, sorry but maybe I can make you some later!" He nodded and proceed to exit the kitchen. Elizabetha showed me around the big house, but the last destination, I heard beautiful piano music come from the room. It was sorrowful, sweet, but mild.

   "This is Mr. Roderich's piano room. He practically lives here. But this how I know that you live with Mr. Vash." She opened the doors, I saw a grand piano being played by a dark brown messy haired, pale man with a mole. I saw beyond him and giant windows which showed a house. I looked closely at the house to see its Vash's house. Then the sweet melody stopped.

   "Elizabetha, who is this woman here?" He had a German like accent, like me, but it seemed a bit different from mine.

   "This is Y/n, I talked about how you play the piano, and she was interesting to hear you play."

   "Oh. If that's so, she can sit on the bench with me to hear me play." I blush as he literally is inviting me to hear him play. I thank him and he asks.

"Do you speak German?"

"Ja mache ich." (Yes, I do) I sit down on the piano bench with Mr. Roderich he began playing all German composers songs, symphonies, and majors, and minors. Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, and many more. At the end of song he would smile at me. I'd smile back. Sometimes, I would look back at the window. I don't know why, I feel like something is there. Until Mr. Roderich notice I was distracted.

   "What time are you suppose to be home?" He asked. I look outside as it was dark already. I jump up.

   "Oh I probably should be home! OHMYGOSH-" Mr. Roderich placed his hand on mine.

   "You can stay if you'd like."

   "No! I should be home! I'm sorry sir! I really enjoyed your music!"

   "It's okay, you can as much as you like. I enjoyed your presence." I dash off and I say goodbye to Elizabetha, and I run out but I hear a voice.

   "You forgot your sweater!" I turn around to see Mr. Roderich running with my sweater. I run back and thank him. I tip toes through the yard when I hear.

   "Where have you been?" I turn around to see Vash with a rifle sitting on a lawn chair. He gets up and walks towards me.

   "Why were you in Roderich's house?"

   "I was with Elizabetha, his servant-"

   "DON'T LIE! I SAW YOU SITTING ON HIS PIANO BENCH WHILE HE HELD YOUR HAND!" I jumped back.

"HOW DO JOU KNOW THAT I VAS VITH MR. RODERICH!" I cover my mouth as I realize my German accent slipped.

"I CAN SEE THROUGH THAT D*** WINDOW OF HIS!"

"VHY ARE LOOKING THROUGH HIS WINDOW?!? VHY DO JOU CARE IF I WAS WITH MR. RODERICH?!?"

"BECAUSE I'M SUPPOSE TO WATCH YOU!!!"

"JOU DON'T EVEN CARE?!? VHY DO JOU BOTHER CARE FOR ME?!?" I yell. He didn't yell back, he picked me up and threw me on his shoulder. I pound my fist on his back and kick his chest

"YOU STUPID IDIOT! CAN'T I HAVE FRIEND?!?!" I started to shout German profanity at him but he continued carrying me inside the house.