OOC: Log post~
Who: Switzerland and Viet Nam
What: Viet Nam and Vash climb a hill.
When: This weekend.
Where: That hill in Zurich.
Why: Because Viet Nam wanted to see Switzerland. And Vash is a guy.
Misc: Blair will probably kill Vash.
"I see you've arrived safely," Vash said. He noticed that Viet Nam was slightly shivering. He sighed, he thought fifty degrees Fahrenheit was warm enough to not be wearing a coat but he realized that Viet Nam was from somewhere warm and he handed her a scarf. "It's not that bad once you get used to the cold," he added. "Now, are you hungry?"
For someone used to temperatures around 32°C (roughly 90°F), Zurich's 10°C was a rude awakening. Viet Nam took the proffered scarf gratefully, wrapping it around her neck before returning both hands to her paddle.
"Thank you, Vash-sa-" She stopped herself before completing the instinctual honorific. Smiling sheepishly, she shrugged a little and adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. She probably would have complimented his spacious airport but was too distracted by the cold.
Vash raised his eyebrow at the honorific that was almost blurted out. Truth to be told, he was annoyed by it. "You don't have to call me Vash-san. It is unnecessary." He crossed his arms and saw a nearby bratwurst stand. "If you're hungry, you can try some bratwurst. It's the best in the world." He grabbed her hand, something he was so used to do with Liechtenstein when he wanted to show her something and led Viet Nam to the nearby stand.
Viet nodded, slightly blushing over the mistake. Some habits die hard. The blush grew as she was pulled over to the stand, intrigued by the smell... And the very lovely warmth radiating from the grill.
"Yeah, I'm a little hungry," she replied, looking over the various flavors of bratwursts. The airplane food hadn't been that filling.
"I'll pay," Vash pulled out a couple of Euros and paid the man for the bratwurst. Usually he would let the other person pay because he didn't want to spend his money on such trivial things but this was different. It was his sister's friend and he should treat her with respect. He handed it to Viet Nam. "So, is there anything you want to do in Zurich? We could climb a mountain, go to churches or museums."
Taking a sausage in her hand, Viet took a small bite. It was different kind of spicy, but still good. Swallowing, she thought over the question.
"Mm. Well," she said carefully, a tiny wrinkle between her eyebrows as she pondered. "I'm sure you'd know the best places to go around here, I mean. It being your country and all." Brightening, she smiled at Vash, "I defer to the expert."
Vash nearly turned red at the smile Viet Nam gave him. Nobody ever smiled at him like that, except Liechtenstein. "Well, I suppose we could climb the Uetliberg. It's a hill overlooking Zurich. It's very beautiful," he added.
"Oh, I love mountains!" Viet said, the smile growing, oblivious to Vash's almost-blush. She enjoyed climbing her own mountains whenever she had some free time. "Is it very high?"
"It's not...terribly high," Vash said, hoping that the Vietnamese girl wouldn't be disappointed. "It's a little more than half a kilometer tall," he added hastily, not wanting to disappoint his guest. "We could do something different if you don't like it."
"That's big enough for me," she said, waving a hand. Not wanting to offend her host, she quickly added, "The size of it doesn't matter, as long as it's in good company."
Vash was relieved. "Alright. We just have to take a short bus ride and we'll be at the base of the mountain." Minutes later, the two of them were walking on a paved road, up the hill. "If you get tired, we could stop and rest," he added, indicating the benches along the trail.
Viet gave a distracted nod in response, too busy gawking at all the snow on the mountain path. It was nothing like the small pockets found on some mountaintops back home in winters.
She turned back to the other country, eyes wide. "Is there snow like this everywhere here?"
"Snow?" Vash pondered hard at the question, trying to think of the cities where the snow had already melted. "Well, it's still early in March so most of the snow hasn't completely melted yet," After a few minutes of silence, with just the two of them walking up the trail. "I'm sure you've never seen this much snow before," Vash said, the corners of his mouth turned up a bit.
"Oh no," she replied, brushing fingers through some snow on top of a skeletal bush. "Never this much, and it feels a lot different too." She grabbed some, prodding it, shaping it. "Look, you can even play around with it!"
She looked like a little kid, grinning from ear to ear.
Vash smiled but then he realized something. "Hold on, your hands could get cold." Vash dug into his pockets to look for gloves but he found no extra ones. He didn't want disappoint his guest so he peeled of his own gloves. "Here, you can use these. I hope they aren't too big."
"My hands aren't that cold, they're-" she stopped as she realized that no, her hands weren't cold. They were numb. Uh oh.
She looked at the gloves in Vash's outstretched hand, then glanced back at him. "Are you sure? Won't your hands get cold then?"
"You need them more than I do." Vash looked at Viet Nam's red hands. That was bad. Vash stuffed his gloves into his pocket quickly and took Viet Nam's hands. "You could get frostbite if you aren't careful," he explained as he rubbed her hands, trying to bring some warmth back into them. After a few minutes of massaging, he took the gloves out of his pocket and gave them to Viet Nam.
"Wear these. I'll just put my hands in my pocket."
Viet's face was just about as red as her hands had been by the time Vash stopped rubbing. "A-ah, I'll try and pay better attention," she said, her breath puffing in the air. She tucked her hands inside his slightly larger gloves, glad for the imparted warmth. "Thank you very much."
"It's nothing. I just don't want you to get hurt. Frostbite is a very serious condition," he said. He noticed the red flush creeping up on Viet Nam's face. "Y-You're not developing a fever, are you?"
"U-um, I don't think so?" she answered uncertainly. "I feel a little warmer now, but I'm sure it's just because of the rubbing. Of the hands, I mean."
"I see. Well, why don't we climb this hill quickly? You'll be able to see the whole city of Zurich. It is a site to see,” Vash was about to offer his hand to Viet Nam when the cold wind blew. Vash quickly stuffed his hands into his pocket and he scowled. He wanted to offer a hand and lead Viet Nam but it seemed like the cold wind didn't agree with that idea. Vash then, tentatively, offered his elbow. "Here." He said simply.
Viet rubbed her arms at the sudden chill. She took in the offer and the elbow, and immediately threaded her arm through his. She huddled up next to him, wordlessly grateful for the body heat.
Vash felt himself blush at the close contact. Nobody was ever this close to him, minus Liechtenstein. This was a first that he let a foreigner touch him (Blair didn't count. She practically molested him every single day without his permission). He didn't object, really. To be honest, he had grown quite fond of her and he liked talking to her. Elbow in elbow, the pair continued up the trail, taking breaks and here and there. After an hour, they had quickly arrived at the summit. The whole city of Zurich was in view.
Viet didn't notice any discomfort, being too busy bowing her head against the wind. But she caught her breath at the fantastic view. The entire city could be seen, lights turning on as the sun slowly sank towards the west. She squeezed Vash's arm as she gasped in delight.
"Oh, it's so beautiful!" She saw why Vash had picked this to do first.
Vash stumbled as Viet Nam squeezed his arm. He smiled; Viet Nam really did remind him of Liechtenstein. "It is beautiful. This is why Zurich is my favorite city," he said softly. "I'm glad you liked it. Maybe you want to take a picture of it?" Vash pulled out a camera from his pocket. "Or do you want me to take a picture of you?"
"You're very prepared," she said, gratitude in her voice. She put a finger to her chin, thinking it over.
"Would it be possible to take a picture of the both of us and the city?"
"B-both of us?" Vash widened his eyes at the request. Oh well, he shouldn't say no to his guest. That would've been quite rude. He looked around and unfortunately, there was nobody around. He sighed, "I suppose I could try to take a picture of both of us. It shouldn't be too hard." He walked over to a place that looked good and motioned for her to come over.
"Of course! That way I can remember the both of us here, together." She explained it as if it should be obvious.
At the gesture, she moved to stand by Vash, facing away from the panoramic view. "I'm sure you'll be able to do it," she said encouragingly.
"Right," he put the camera in his left hand. He leaned in, near her face and positioned his arm as far back as he could. "Smile for the camera," he said, turning the corners of his mouth up, slightly.
Viet Nam beamed and flashed the hand signal Hong Kong had taught her for the picture. After the dots stopped flashing across her vision, she nodded at the mention of food.
"Well, that's done. Do you want to go for dinner? We don't have to walk down, we could just take the train," he pointed to the small train station.
"Eating does sound like a good idea..." Her stomach chose that moment to assent noisily. She chuckled, a little embarrassed, before continuing, "The train sounds faster. Though whatever you want to do is fine with me."
"We could eat fondue. It's Switzerland's national dish and it's very good," Vash offered his elbow to Viet Nam.
What's fondue?" the other nation asked, once again linking her arm with his. "Is it anything like the bratwurst we had before?"
Viet Nam had avoided trying most European food since Francis forcibly introduced himself. It was the principle of the thing.
"Fondue...is melted cheese on various ingredients like vegetables or meat. You can also have chocolate fondue which is just melted chocolate and you could dip fruits in it. It's quite delicious," Vash explained as the two of them walked towards the train station.
"Oh... That does sound good." And hot, but Viet just kept that happy thought to herself. Because as pretty as Switzerland was so far, she could feel a chill setting in.
What: Viet Nam and Vash climb a hill.
When: This weekend.
Where: That hill in Zurich.
Why: Because Viet Nam wanted to see Switzerland. And Vash is a guy.
Misc: Blair will probably kill Vash.
"I see you've arrived safely," Vash said. He noticed that Viet Nam was slightly shivering. He sighed, he thought fifty degrees Fahrenheit was warm enough to not be wearing a coat but he realized that Viet Nam was from somewhere warm and he handed her a scarf. "It's not that bad once you get used to the cold," he added. "Now, are you hungry?"
For someone used to temperatures around 32°C (roughly 90°F), Zurich's 10°C was a rude awakening. Viet Nam took the proffered scarf gratefully, wrapping it around her neck before returning both hands to her paddle.
"Thank you, Vash-sa-" She stopped herself before completing the instinctual honorific. Smiling sheepishly, she shrugged a little and adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. She probably would have complimented his spacious airport but was too distracted by the cold.
Vash raised his eyebrow at the honorific that was almost blurted out. Truth to be told, he was annoyed by it. "You don't have to call me Vash-san. It is unnecessary." He crossed his arms and saw a nearby bratwurst stand. "If you're hungry, you can try some bratwurst. It's the best in the world." He grabbed her hand, something he was so used to do with Liechtenstein when he wanted to show her something and led Viet Nam to the nearby stand.
Viet nodded, slightly blushing over the mistake. Some habits die hard. The blush grew as she was pulled over to the stand, intrigued by the smell... And the very lovely warmth radiating from the grill.
"Yeah, I'm a little hungry," she replied, looking over the various flavors of bratwursts. The airplane food hadn't been that filling.
"I'll pay," Vash pulled out a couple of Euros and paid the man for the bratwurst. Usually he would let the other person pay because he didn't want to spend his money on such trivial things but this was different. It was his sister's friend and he should treat her with respect. He handed it to Viet Nam. "So, is there anything you want to do in Zurich? We could climb a mountain, go to churches or museums."
Taking a sausage in her hand, Viet took a small bite. It was different kind of spicy, but still good. Swallowing, she thought over the question.
"Mm. Well," she said carefully, a tiny wrinkle between her eyebrows as she pondered. "I'm sure you'd know the best places to go around here, I mean. It being your country and all." Brightening, she smiled at Vash, "I defer to the expert."
Vash nearly turned red at the smile Viet Nam gave him. Nobody ever smiled at him like that, except Liechtenstein. "Well, I suppose we could climb the Uetliberg. It's a hill overlooking Zurich. It's very beautiful," he added.
"Oh, I love mountains!" Viet said, the smile growing, oblivious to Vash's almost-blush. She enjoyed climbing her own mountains whenever she had some free time. "Is it very high?"
"It's not...terribly high," Vash said, hoping that the Vietnamese girl wouldn't be disappointed. "It's a little more than half a kilometer tall," he added hastily, not wanting to disappoint his guest. "We could do something different if you don't like it."
"That's big enough for me," she said, waving a hand. Not wanting to offend her host, she quickly added, "The size of it doesn't matter, as long as it's in good company."
Vash was relieved. "Alright. We just have to take a short bus ride and we'll be at the base of the mountain." Minutes later, the two of them were walking on a paved road, up the hill. "If you get tired, we could stop and rest," he added, indicating the benches along the trail.
Viet gave a distracted nod in response, too busy gawking at all the snow on the mountain path. It was nothing like the small pockets found on some mountaintops back home in winters.
She turned back to the other country, eyes wide. "Is there snow like this everywhere here?"
"Snow?" Vash pondered hard at the question, trying to think of the cities where the snow had already melted. "Well, it's still early in March so most of the snow hasn't completely melted yet," After a few minutes of silence, with just the two of them walking up the trail. "I'm sure you've never seen this much snow before," Vash said, the corners of his mouth turned up a bit.
"Oh no," she replied, brushing fingers through some snow on top of a skeletal bush. "Never this much, and it feels a lot different too." She grabbed some, prodding it, shaping it. "Look, you can even play around with it!"
She looked like a little kid, grinning from ear to ear.
Vash smiled but then he realized something. "Hold on, your hands could get cold." Vash dug into his pockets to look for gloves but he found no extra ones. He didn't want disappoint his guest so he peeled of his own gloves. "Here, you can use these. I hope they aren't too big."
"My hands aren't that cold, they're-" she stopped as she realized that no, her hands weren't cold. They were numb. Uh oh.
She looked at the gloves in Vash's outstretched hand, then glanced back at him. "Are you sure? Won't your hands get cold then?"
"You need them more than I do." Vash looked at Viet Nam's red hands. That was bad. Vash stuffed his gloves into his pocket quickly and took Viet Nam's hands. "You could get frostbite if you aren't careful," he explained as he rubbed her hands, trying to bring some warmth back into them. After a few minutes of massaging, he took the gloves out of his pocket and gave them to Viet Nam.
"Wear these. I'll just put my hands in my pocket."
Viet's face was just about as red as her hands had been by the time Vash stopped rubbing. "A-ah, I'll try and pay better attention," she said, her breath puffing in the air. She tucked her hands inside his slightly larger gloves, glad for the imparted warmth. "Thank you very much."
"It's nothing. I just don't want you to get hurt. Frostbite is a very serious condition," he said. He noticed the red flush creeping up on Viet Nam's face. "Y-You're not developing a fever, are you?"
"U-um, I don't think so?" she answered uncertainly. "I feel a little warmer now, but I'm sure it's just because of the rubbing. Of the hands, I mean."
"I see. Well, why don't we climb this hill quickly? You'll be able to see the whole city of Zurich. It is a site to see,” Vash was about to offer his hand to Viet Nam when the cold wind blew. Vash quickly stuffed his hands into his pocket and he scowled. He wanted to offer a hand and lead Viet Nam but it seemed like the cold wind didn't agree with that idea. Vash then, tentatively, offered his elbow. "Here." He said simply.
Viet rubbed her arms at the sudden chill. She took in the offer and the elbow, and immediately threaded her arm through his. She huddled up next to him, wordlessly grateful for the body heat.
Vash felt himself blush at the close contact. Nobody was ever this close to him, minus Liechtenstein. This was a first that he let a foreigner touch him (Blair didn't count. She practically molested him every single day without his permission). He didn't object, really. To be honest, he had grown quite fond of her and he liked talking to her. Elbow in elbow, the pair continued up the trail, taking breaks and here and there. After an hour, they had quickly arrived at the summit. The whole city of Zurich was in view.
Viet didn't notice any discomfort, being too busy bowing her head against the wind. But she caught her breath at the fantastic view. The entire city could be seen, lights turning on as the sun slowly sank towards the west. She squeezed Vash's arm as she gasped in delight.
"Oh, it's so beautiful!" She saw why Vash had picked this to do first.
Vash stumbled as Viet Nam squeezed his arm. He smiled; Viet Nam really did remind him of Liechtenstein. "It is beautiful. This is why Zurich is my favorite city," he said softly. "I'm glad you liked it. Maybe you want to take a picture of it?" Vash pulled out a camera from his pocket. "Or do you want me to take a picture of you?"
"You're very prepared," she said, gratitude in her voice. She put a finger to her chin, thinking it over.
"Would it be possible to take a picture of the both of us and the city?"
"B-both of us?" Vash widened his eyes at the request. Oh well, he shouldn't say no to his guest. That would've been quite rude. He looked around and unfortunately, there was nobody around. He sighed, "I suppose I could try to take a picture of both of us. It shouldn't be too hard." He walked over to a place that looked good and motioned for her to come over.
"Of course! That way I can remember the both of us here, together." She explained it as if it should be obvious.
At the gesture, she moved to stand by Vash, facing away from the panoramic view. "I'm sure you'll be able to do it," she said encouragingly.
"Right," he put the camera in his left hand. He leaned in, near her face and positioned his arm as far back as he could. "Smile for the camera," he said, turning the corners of his mouth up, slightly.
Viet Nam beamed and flashed the hand signal Hong Kong had taught her for the picture. After the dots stopped flashing across her vision, she nodded at the mention of food.
"Well, that's done. Do you want to go for dinner? We don't have to walk down, we could just take the train," he pointed to the small train station.
"Eating does sound like a good idea..." Her stomach chose that moment to assent noisily. She chuckled, a little embarrassed, before continuing, "The train sounds faster. Though whatever you want to do is fine with me."
"We could eat fondue. It's Switzerland's national dish and it's very good," Vash offered his elbow to Viet Nam.
What's fondue?" the other nation asked, once again linking her arm with his. "Is it anything like the bratwurst we had before?"
Viet Nam had avoided trying most European food since Francis forcibly introduced himself. It was the principle of the thing.
"Fondue...is melted cheese on various ingredients like vegetables or meat. You can also have chocolate fondue which is just melted chocolate and you could dip fruits in it. It's quite delicious," Vash explained as the two of them walked towards the train station.
"Oh... That does sound good." And hot, but Viet just kept that happy thought to herself. Because as pretty as Switzerland was so far, she could feel a chill setting in.