Hetalia Kisses!! (slowly updating again c: )

Switzerland

Switzy-land was requested by @CatObsessed_ !

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Crap.

How did you get drunk? The party at the bar.

How did you get lost? You forgot where your car keys were.

Why were you in front of Switzerland's house at 3 in the morning? Because you wanted to see him.

Switzerland was awoken at the sound of drunken singing at the front of his house.

"What the hell?" He grumbled, glaring over at his clock. It was 3:24, and the singing didn't stop. He picked up his shotgun and loaded it, muttering insults in German and Romansh to whomever was in front of his house at this hour. If it was Italy... he growled at the thought.

He prayed that this person had not woken up Lili.. or he'd absolutely flip out.

He was dressed in his night clothes and peeked his head out of his window, his shotgun aimed at you. It was dark, so he could only see the silhouette of your body.

"Who are you and why are you here so damn early in the morning?!" He shouted.

You giggled and stopped singing, stumbling over so you were standing just under his window, and you drunkenly said;

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair! So that I may climb thy golden stair!"

It took every ounce of willpower Vash had in him not to shoot you in the face. He finally realised by your voice that it was you, and he sighed and set down his shotgun and left his place at the window, heading downstairs, outside, and up to you.

"Are you drunk, (Y/N)?" He asked, even though you obviously were.

"No." You slurred, frowning and hiccuping.

He wrapped an arm around your torso and you wrapped one of yours around his shoulders as he helped you walk inside.

"I can smell alcohol on your breath, (Y/N)." He growled at you, setting you down on the couch in his foyer.

"I need to brush my teeth, don't I?" You giggled.

He nodded and stood up. "You know where the bathroom is. I'll get you a fresh toothbrush and some pepto bismol to lessen the hangover you'll have in the morning." He walked away.

You nodded and stretched, scooping up a pillow and snuggling it. "Oh dearest Vash," You murmured to the pillow, nuzzling it. "We shall be together forever." And you started making out with the pillow.

Switzerland walked back over to you with some water and pepto bismol, but stopped dead in the tracks when he saw you snogging his favourite pillow.

"Excuse me." He cleared his throat and sneered at you.

You looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights and dropped the pillow. "Sorry."

He rolled his eyes but offered you the tiny cup that was filled with pepto bismol, and you took it and drank some of the water he poured for you.

"Now go brush your teeth!" He snapped.

"Aye *hic* aye captain!" You leapt up and stumbled over to where the bathroom was and found a new mint green toothbrush waiting for you.

Vash followed you, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you squirt a ton of toothpaste onto the bristles and begin brushing your teeth crazily.

Honestly, the only reason he actually asked you to brush your teeth was so that when he kissed you, your mouth and tongue wouldn't taste like the bitter alcohol you had previously drunken.

He was actually going to confess to you tonight. He let out a breath at the thought of you being his. You didn't look your best right now, your hair was messy, your makeup had smeared a little, and you had toothpaste and spit running down your chin, but in his eyes, you were perfect.

"Why're you staring at me?" You asked, sobered up some as the minty taste in your mouth got the lingering alcohol out when you rinsed it. You patted your mouth with a towel and raised an eyebrow at him.

"No reason," He said quickly, looking away.

You went to leave the bathroom, but Vash wouldn't move.

"Uhm, Vash? Can I leave?"

He turned his gaze back to you and nodded, stepping out of the bathroom to let you leave. You give him a questioning look as you stepped out into the hall, only to have yourself trapped as both of his hands slammed flat onto the wall on each side of your shoulders.

His eyes stared into yours, an unknown emotion circling around in them and giving them a new glint.

"V-Vash?" You squeaked as he lowered his face closer to yours.

He didn't respond to the little whimper of his name and pressed his lips to yours in a fierce yet gentle, passionate yet sweet, and hungry yet happy kiss. You responded immediately and kissed him back, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

He let out a soft moan as your bodies pressed together, and he kissed you deeper, earning a small moan from you.

Unfortunately, you both ended up pulling away to breathe as your lungs ached for air, and as you panted softly against his chest, he lowered his lips so they were close to your ear, and you shivered as his hot breath gently blew into it.

"I love you." He whispered, and you pulled him into another kiss.