SwitzerlandXReader: Home On The Range

You're friend Vash had invited to do something today. All he gave you was an address and what time to be there. The address seemed Very familiar, but you just couldn't place it. Your best friend wanted it to be a complete surprise, and you would respect his wishes. Even though you had the biggest urge to look up the address on Google Chrome (A/N: cuz it's the besssst!! //shot).

At 7:32 A.M. sharp, your loud, annoying alarm clock went off. You groggily went downstairs, ate breakfast, and had the strongest cup of coffee you could make. Boy, was it a strong cup of coffee too. After that, a very cold shower welcomed you. Great, your water heater was broken again. Looks like you were going to have to call it in.

Okay, so this wasn't your best morning ever, but at least you would get to see Vash. You had been developing a love for this man ever since you met him in highschool. Both of you were twenty-three now. And little did you know, Vash was harboring the same feelings.

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After fifteen minutes of driving, and a couple of wrong turns due to your Global Positioning System, you made it with two minutes to spare. And then you saw where Vash had directed you. The shooting range. Vash's second home-away-from-home. Being the gentleman he is, Vash was awaiting you outside.

"Hey Vash!" you called out, earning his attention.

"Oh ________."

"So I take it we're going shooting today?"

He gave a simple grunt, grabbed your hand, and dragged you inside.

"Good morning Vash," the clerk named Rick said plainly. "Who ya got with you today?"

"This is _______, my best friend. ________, this is, Rick, the manager here."

"Hello!" you greeted the new face with a smile and wave.

"Hey. Well, you know the drill, Vash. Go on in, the range is empty as usual."

"Thanks," Vash replied and walked in.

He handed you a pair of glasses, big, weird ear protectors, and was going over proper gun safety. You were lucky; the range was always empty this early. That's probably why Vash came here this early every day. After Vash quizzed you, twice, he said you were ready.

Vash went first, and hit the bulls eye every time. You clapped him on, and couldn't believe he was this good of a shot. I mean you knew he was good, but not THIS good. Now you knew you would always be safe, especially since he carried at least two guns with him at all times.

Now it was your turn. Vash wanted you to start out easy, so he gave you a Colt New Frontier. Stepping into the little box area, you took aim. Squinting one eye, finding the bulls eye, you shot. You were off by a few inches to the left. Swearing under your breath, you reloaded the gun.

"________! You're not holding the gun correctly…" Vash complained and walked up behind you.

"Can you please show me then?"

He grunted. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around you, hands covering yours, and aiming for the target. Little did either of you notice the blush creeping onto both of your faces.  Vash let go, and you fired, hit the bulls eyes and repeated this several times.   

You set down the gun, and took off your gear, as did Vash. After you did so, you ran up to Vash and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks, Vash. This was really great!"

To your surprise, he hugged back and buried his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair. All you did was snuggle into his chest.

"I love you _______," Vash whispered in your ear.

"I love you too Vash," you said sweetly.

Little did you know, Gilbert was getting it all on camera.