A Swiss Story Of Evil: The Servant [Chapter 3]
Disclaimer: Yes. I am Himaruya Hidekaz *is shot for lies*
A/N: So hey there! Chapter 3 ^^ I aim to have a 1,500 word countminimum to these chapters, so sorry if this seems a bit short compared to the others.
BUUTTT I may change the rating eventually, to be safe with later chapters because as many of you who have heard the song know, The Servant Of Evil isn't a story about unicorns shooting muffins at each other, and incorporates a lot of angsty tragic death [that's not a spoiler is it?]
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High Class Confusion
Vash was frozen, his gaze frozen on the patterned carpet in front of him. His disbelief was plain on his face.
Roderich was Prince Roderich? Why didn't he tell him? Surely, it came up in the conversation.
Vash should have realized it, he should have brought the information together. A man with the same name as the prince with enough money to buy glasses? It should have been obvious! He would have smacked himself for stupidity if he had enough sense to move his limbs.
His next thought made him shift uncomfortably.
Why did he kiss him, a mere servant? He knew Vash was a servant of the Princess of Yellow, didn't he realize how scandalous it would have been if they were caught? Well if he insisted on working in a cake shop he must not have much care towards scandals. Maybe... Maybe he was just using Vash?
Wait, why was he working at a cake shop?
"Vash."
He blinked and looked up to see his princess staring at him, bringing him out of his swirling thoughts. "Yes, your highness?" How long had he been standing there like that?
She didn't answer at first, her eyes downcast. Vash was about to ask what was wrong when she suddenly turned.
"Go get the food," Lili said simply. Her voice seemed so reserved. There was something troubling her. He reached his hand out to comfort her before stopping it midair. No, he was just her loyal servant. It wasn't like when they were little.
Vash nodded. "Yes, your highness," he said quietly before dismissing himself. Perhaps some work would take his mind off this insanity.
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He was wrong.
The moment he opened the kitchen door, he was met by the regal stance of Prince Roderich, calmly leaning against the counter and eating a chocolate pastry. The rest of the kitchen seemed empty except for him, the staff must have been serving the food, seeing as he took his time to get there.
Vash stopped himself from going up and yelling at him, demanding answers from him. Instead, he stood straight and kept all formalities.
He looked at Roderich like the stranger he was.
"Prince Roderich," he bowed, hiding his glare that was starting to leak out. His nasty temper wasn't helpful in these situations. "I believe you are wanted at the party," Vash said coldly, not knowing if this was true. He just came up with the excuse on the spot so the prince could leave, partially to scrub the hell out of the plate he was touching. He also didn't want to be anywhere near him, he'd just get confused again.
There was silence for an insufferable amount of time, all the while the angry blond kept his head down. He refused to look at the man's face, so he couldn't tell if he was staring at him or just ignoring his existence. He wasn't sure which option he preferred.
A chuckle rang through the air, finally breaking the silence. "I'm not that important, though I'm flattered you think so. I believe they're more preoccupied with my mother, really," came Prince Roderich's amused reply. "Besides I'd much rather be here, servant," he added with the clink of his plate settling down on the counter.
'What's with him and sweets?' Vash bit back his words irritably.
The thought masked -what was definitely not- the hurt at being called a servant. Of course not, he was proud of his status. He had no reason to be hurt by the stiff title. He wasn't hurt at all.
Well he wasn't completely hurt. Maybe.
He was pulled out of his rambling thoughts by a small 'thud', though it was soft enough that he could have imagined it. Nonetheless, Vash peered at the island in the middle of the kitchen, the source of the so-called noise. "What was-"
"Servant, I'm in need of your assistance on finding my way back. As you say, I'm wanted, and this castle seems to be a bit large and confusing," Roderich said in a calm manner, as if nothing had happen.
Maybe he was hearing things.
Vash opened his mouth to protest when the prince suddenly turned and walked out, as if expecting him to follow. He clenched his fist angrily.
"I'm not your servant," he grumbled to himself as he followed anyways, the mysterious thud forgotten. Even though he wasn't, the man didn't bring any of his own like King Ivan or King Frederick did, so of course he was obliged to serve him as apart of the hosting kingdom. That didn't mean he had to lik-
Vash rounded a corner when his thoughts were interrupted again, this time by a pair of arms pinning him to a wall. He was going to have a graveyard of unfinished thoughts thanks to this man. Mischievous blue eyes peered at him through glinting glasses.
"Pri-!" His oxygen was cut off by another assault to his lips.
"Stop that. I told you to call me Roderich, so call me Roderich," the prince practically growled when he pulled away. Vash scowled at him and pushed him away.
"No. I am a servant, it's improper to be on a first name basis with royalty," Vash snapped. Really, did none of the royals know how to behave like a royal? It irritated him to end.
"Well you're not my servant, so I don't see the problem, besides I don't really know your name, so thus we aren't on a first name basis, are we?" Roderich smirked as he leaned in again, but Vash swiftly dodged him and freed himself from the brunette's arms, backing down the hall a few steps .
"You're right, I'm not your servant, and you don't even know my name. So why are you talking to me and doing such lewd acts? You're supposed to be treating me like I don't exist, not giving me free cake in a bakery and molesting me every chance you get," Vash spat out angrily.
Roderich took a step towards him, but Vash grabbed an old musket that was hanging on the wall as decoration and pointed it at the prince, making him stop. "I don't even care about that stupid cake shop or whatever the hell you were doing, and maybe I could have tolerated the molesting seeing as a lot aristocrats take advantage of their servants," at this point Vash was blurting out the thoughts he had bundled up in a day -a day? Was that even possible? He was never this sensitive!- "If you didn't lie to me. Why didn't you tell me you were the Prince Roderich of the Green kingdom. Did it slip your mind or something? Am I simply a toy to you, a simple plaything? If you wanted someone to play with, go find your own servants! Or did you want to get to the princess? Get me to tell you her secrets in some sick plot of yours?" Vash was shaking in anger.
Even the stray thought of anyone trying to use him to hurt Lili was enough to send him over the edge. He could never let that happen. He would die before he saw his precious sister harmed.
Roderich opened his mouth when laughter was heard around the corner, distracting Vash for a second. The prince used the moment to take him by the gun and drag him into the nearest room. In the shock Vash dropped the gun as the door closed behind him and he was pulled into the brunette's embrace.
The laughter and footsteps walked past their door as they stood like that in dead silence.
"I never lied to you about being the prince. I didn't outright say it, but I didn't deny it when you asked. You just assumed I wasn't, probably because of the bake shop," Roderich finally murmured soothingly. Vash frowned, trying to pull away. "That still doesn't-"
"I didn't aim to toy with you so much, and I had no intention of having you hurt your princess," Vash paused at this, not moving as long slim fingers stroked his blonde hair.
"Then what…" Vash trailed off, not knowing how to finish this time.
"Who knows? Back then I was just irritated that you said you didn't like my cake, then you leaned in so close I couldn't help myself seeing as there was cake on your teeth," the prince chuckled as Vash blushed.
Vash looked at the other and opened his mouth to voice another thought before he was pulled into a gentle kiss. "You have a lot of questions, don't you?" Roderich smiled before kissing him again. "Stay with me longer, and maybe I'll answer them," he gave a coy smile. Vash pressed his lips against the other's, initiating it for once, just to wipe it off.
He'd get his answers later.
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A/N: *forgot to mention this before* If you haven't noticed this, I make the fact that he has glasses very important because in this time/universe/planet/thinggy glasses are extremely expensive that only upper high class can where. The other royals don't wear them since they don't need them. Its also to compensate for Austria's lack of green hair, which is an important aspect to the song.
Also the noises Vash hears randomly [the bells going off in chapter one in the bake shop, the thud in the kitchen] aren't going to be explained in this story. They aren't meaningless though, and no he's not going insane. When I'm done with this story, I'm going to move on and write this story in a different character's point of view for the other songs in the Story of Evil [the Daughter of Evil, the the Daughter of Green, The Prince of Blue, and so on]. So whenever Vash hears a strange noise or thinks he sees something, it's another character hiding from him or watching him that will have more detail and make more sense in their story.