Moonlight Mission (Slight!Switzerland x Reader)

It was during a summer night in the mansion of none other than Vash Zwingli...

...I had only one goal; a life threatening one at that.

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Hidden within the blanket of the night, a figure crept slowly through the long, seemingly endless hallway.

Rolling under the window that moonlight shone through, her identity remained unknown.

Continuing on, she reached the old, worn out door she was looking for, and carefully cracked it open and squeezed her way through to the stairwell.

Cautiously she made her way down the wooden stairs and approached the room her mission revolved around.

She crept in, then dropped down the ground. Here goes nothi-

"(Name)? What the hell are you doing? It's 3 in the god damn morning!"

(Name) froze, mid-crawl, and looked up at the one person she did not want to see as light flooded the large kitchen.

"And what are you hiding underneath you?"

The (h/c)-haired girl looked to the side, slowly pulling out the small pistol she was harboring. Pushing it towards her green-eyed boyfriend, she replied to his first question.

"I'm afraid that's classified information."

"What are y-"

"If I tell you, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."

Switzerland's eye twitched ever so slightly. "You were after Liechtenstein's cake, weren't you?"

(Name)'s jaw dropped, "How did you know!?"

"It's pretty obvious considering you were watching the cake like a hawk since you saw it. Besides," the Swiss man held up a piece of paper in his left hand, "it explains your 'important mission' on here. I'm guessing you dropped it on your way here."

(Name) grumbled something inaudible under her breath before snatching her "mission document" out of his hands.

Switzerland shook his hand, "Trying to eat Liechtenstein's cake was pretty childish of you. I'd expect better of my girlfriend. I'm disappointed in you."

The (e/c)-eyed girl almost mocked her Swiss boyfriend in a low voice, but decided against it. She had a better idea anyway.

Randomly pulling out sunglasses and sliding them on in a Men-In-Black manner, she moon-walked out of the room with one sentence:

"Deal with it..."

Switzerland sighed and shook his head. "This is all just a dream, its just a dream..."

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Extended Ending:

"Switzy, what happened to my cake?"

"What do you mean Liechtenstein?"

"My cake..."

Snapping his head up, he saw the precious pastry was half-eaten.

Not wasting a second, he grabbed one of his rifles, "(NAME)!!"