Switzerland X Reader

           Yep, you’d done it. None of your friends would understand your rationale, but you did it. You had asked your favorite country-person out to go gun shopping. Which part was less understandable? The Swiss man you asked or going to buy a gun? To you it made perfect sense, Vash loved guns and, well, you loved Vash. The conversation went a little like this:

    “Hey, Switzerland!  Wanna go gun shopping?”

    “Shopping for guns?” he asked dead seriously.

    “Yeah, shopping for guns…. Maybe food afterwards?” You asked hopefully.

    “Gun shopping and food,” he mused, “sure, “  he said plainly.

    And, that’s basically how you scored your date. Your plan was pretty simple, take the man gun shopping, and go get food. Why not? The next day you waited at the plaza, not for long though, straight at the strike of 10 Switzerland appeared. He strode towards you briskly. You smiled a bit, and waved.

    “Hallo,” He said when he was close to you.

    “Hi, you ready to go gun shopping?” you asked.

    “Yes I am but, I didn’t know you could shoot,” he said skeptically.

    “Well,” you drew out the word, “I’ve done some shooting at the shooting range… not a lot but it’s really fun,” you said. He glanced at you briefly then nodded and headed off to the gun retail store.

    You felt like he was taking you shopping, not the other way around, you were buying yourself a gun and he was helping you choose, you reminded yourself.  You two entered the store and you let out a tiny gasp. His emerald eyes glanced to you, your eyes were wide and a smile was plastered to your face.

    “(y/n)” He said still looking at you.

    “Huh?” dragging your (eye color) Eyes away from the shiny gun metal, to meet his face.

    “You look like a kid in a candy store,” he said his eyes darting away. “So what kind of gun did you want?”

    “A rifle,” you said bluntly.

    He blinked… alright so the girl wants a rifle. This cute, funny girl, who would sew with Lichtenstein and help her bake cookies, wanted a rifle….. Why not?

    You perused the selection of rifles and made your selection. Switzerland approved, though he still looked a bit shell shocked about your rifle.  When you had paid, Switzerland you and your gun left the store. Vash seemed to be leading the way and, you guessed that it was to somewhere to eat, you had said that you wanted to get food after.  Soon you found yourself standing outside a café with cute little two person iron tables.  

    Soon you had ordered your food and drinks and were eating and genuinely having a good time. You paused a moment and studied your date. He was smiling a rare smile, one usually reserved for Lichtenstein.  You smiled and sort of stared, he looked even better with a smile on his face. You had zoned out on happy thoughts and just now realized that he was looking at you in the eye with a confused but still happy look.

    “So Swit-“

    “y/n-“ you both paused waiting for the other to begin again.  He gestured for you to go on, the happy draining from his face leaving a trail of awkward in its wake.

    “Switzerland, this was really fun. Thank you a bunch for going shopping with me and this restaurant is great I would have never eaten here if you hadn’t taken me,” you smiled happily.

    “It was nothing (y/n). I’m glad you had fun and got the gun you wanted. You know I could help you shoot, and show you a new place to eat again sometime. THAT IS IF YOU WANT,” he added a bit too quick.  

    “I’d love too,” you smiled broadly.