How Much I Love You
-I do not support ship bashing (there are mentions of ItAme)
*Jungfraujoch - a train ride to a high altitude glacier in Switzerland
Hope you all enjoy~
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Vash sat at the ice cream parlour with his //loving and very enthusiastic Polish boyfriend, Feliks. He and Feliks had just gone to Green Meadows Farm solely for Felik's need to see the ponies, and now they were at the local ice cream parlour as Feliks downed his popsicle — rather suggestively, might I add.
Vash, a giant red blush overcoming his pale skin, avoided eye contact with the flirtatious Polish man, continuing to shove spoonfuls of vanilla ice cream into his mouth — secretly hoping the coldness would make his blush melt away like ice in the summer.
"Okay, So, like," Feliks started. Vash wasn't listening, however; the way Feliks acted at this very moment made him recall when last year they traveled to each other's capitols and Feliks spoke so passionately about Warsaw's history.
What Felik's was talking about so passionately about was unbeknownst to Vash, but that just put the more fun into watching him. A train of mental feats of memory followed; like the time they went on a Jungfraujoch* in Switzerland around the mountains. The awed expression that covered Felik's face like a blanket made Vash smile —and even now it does.
"Vash? Baby? Were you even, like, listening to me at all?" The Polish man across from Vash inquired. Said man shook his head from surprise, humming a groggy and hoarse 'mhm!' While Feliks continued his rant about one thing or another.
Memories from even centuries ago flooded Vash's mind, but he didn't stop there; just last month they went to Italy and stayed in a hotel for a few days. They had pictures professionally taken by Alfred and Feliciano (who had accompanied them on their trip as sort of a double date thing) on the Spanish Steps.
Feliks was so happy, and he still remains just that.
"Hey, Feliks?"
"Wha- What? I was in the middle of-"
"Shut up for a second." Vash ordered.
Surprised, Feliks followed instruction from his Swiss boyfriend. Vash stood up and leaned over the table, giving Feliks a peck on the cheeks before resting his forehead against his Polish lover's.
"Oh, don't you know?" Vash started.
"How much I love you?"

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