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Ludwig sighed as he looked at the door, silently glaring at it before knocking on the door. Behind it held Switzerland, one of the more passive aggressive of the countries and the peacemaker of them, and he sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. "Oh boy...why am I doing this..." He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes and swallowing heavily as he sighed again. He knew why he was doing this, but that didn't mean that he liked it, especially since he and Switz had a...strained relationship at worst. He wasn't good at talking with people...
Basch was in a relatively good mood that day, having spent plenty of time with his sister Liechtenstein and simply talking to her; she always found a way to let him drop his guard whenever he got super tense or stressed about something, not that he was at the moment though. He had a relatively peaceful life, with plenty of thanks to his neutrality stances towards most things, making him a peacemaker and keeper of sorts, though, as a result, he learned to become extremely passive aggressive in order to keep things that way. He had been curled up on the couch reading a book when he heard a knock at the door, letting his expression firm up a little bit from how relaxed it was before setting down said book and going to answer the door. Basch poked his head out after opening up a smidge, swiftly glaring up at the man at the door once he realized who it was. "What, was France bothering you so much that you decided to stroll through my territory *again*? Geez, what is this? Like the third time you thought with that oh-so-genius brain of yours that this was a good idea? Don't you ever learn, or did you lose too many brain cells?" He rhetorically asked with more than a truckload's worth of salt and sass added on top, as per his usual.
The German tsked softly as his annoyance rose swiftly, but he forced himself to be calm since he knew that getting angry would only do the same for the Swedish man. He'd rather not argue with him, so he merely looked down at him for a moment before humming softly. "I'm merely swinging by for a visit. Is that such a crime?" He hummed out as he raised an eyebrow at the other, his arms resting behind him as he hummed softly. It wasn't his fault Italy was a total idiot and France was a pompous prick with an attitude problem...he'd gotten distracted, just staring down at Switzerland as if he wasn't listening to the world. Which he wasn't, he was mentally cursing out the countries he didn't like.
Basch silently continued to glare up at the German whilst he himself quietly thought for a moment, considering what Ludwig's possible motives might be. If there was one country he was forever going to be suspicious about, it would probably be Germany after all, especially since during both World Wars, Switzerland had been used as a tactical neutral country to simply walk through knowing there'd be no fight unless strolling into French territory. He took a moment longer, his glare ever so slightly lessening up as he gently kicked his front door open fully; hey, if Ludwig wanted to swing by for a visit, he'd provide one, as long as the other's intentions stayed pure. Though, he was going to pack in all the passive-aggressiveness he could, that much was for certain. "Fine, come inside. I wouldn't want you developing an allergy from the clean, pollen-filled springtime air or something; I don't feel like dealing with an allergic reaction from anyone right now." Basch stated blandly with a small roll of his eyes, leading himself back to where he was once seated on the couch, expecting Ludwig to follow him inside.
He hummed in thanks before walking inside and looking around, closing his eyes again as he sighed softly. "Hmmm..." The German sounded slightly distracted still, but turned to close the door behind him in order to seem less like an inhospitable guest. He sat down near the chair the Swedish man was sitting in, humming softly and placing his hands in his lap gently. "So...how are things going...?" He internally cringed at his choice of conversation starter, since things typically weren't that good for the other country. Other than giving diplomatic relations to most other countries, which Germany admired but also cursed since Switzerland was also nice to the German's [i enemies,] which wasn't pleasant for him. He hated it when people he perceived as worthwhile would do things like this, but at the same time, he was sort of not friends with many people.
"...Fine, things are going fine," Basch said dully, appearing to have nothing but neutrality towards the question he had been given as he leaned over and grabbed the book he had been reading, resuming where he had left off. "Chocolate sales are up a bit, unsurprisingly. I was surprised to learn the children of your country had been frequenting and enjoying Swiss chocolate though; never thought I'd live to see the day a German enjoyed a Swiss product, but here we are." The Swiss man added on with a quiet hum, attempting to respectively remove the salt from his voice. Hey, the German seemed to be trying to keep things civil, so he would at least attempt to do the same, and, if push comes to shove, he did have a plethera of hidden weapons scattered about his house if he ever was prompted to need to use one unexpectedly, so it wasn't like he was as defenceless as he might appear.
The German looked up at the other before humming in slight surprise. "Interesting." Was all the German could think to say as he cleared his throat, looking down and thinking to himself as he hummed softly. "I myself have...never had it, so I've never been able to tell." Ludwig hummed out as he looked down at his hands, taking his gloves off and beginning to fidget with his nails silently. He didn't exactly have something else to do, so he merely made do with what he had. He closed his eyes and thought to himself as he reminisced on what he'd been up to today, telling off Ivan and fighting with Honda, mostly. He had to train Feliciano better, truly...he didn't understand why the Italian refused to fight, especially with how strong he was...He sighed as he tapped his finger on the front of his boot in order to fidget, looking down to the floor before pulling a bit of clay out of his pocket in order to mold it into different shapes.
Basch slightly raised an eyebrow at the response he had been given, though his gaze never shifted from the words on the page he had been reading, relying primarily on his peripheral vision to keep an eye on the German in the room with him; something he had picked up, and trained surprisingly well. He didn't provide a comment on it, though, instead bookmarking his page once he was finished before letting out a quiet sigh and standing up, making his way through his own home to the kitchen to grab the German a sample of his prized Swiss chocolate, returning once he had found something suitable that he felt Ludwig might just enjoy. Nothing too sweet, but sweet enough, salted caramel dark chocolate; it wasn't the Swiss man's specialty to work with dark chocolate by any means, but it was some of the best chocolate available nonetheless. "Here, you might as well try some of it, free of charge; made that recently too." The Swiss offered out, handing him the chocolate he had fetched before plopping back down on the couch, neutrally watching the German. At least he wasn't glaring at him, Basch mentally told himself as if it brought even a shred of comfort.
He hummed and took it gently, looking at it in slight confusion before eating it. Ludwig didn't typically like sweet things, but he might have to make an exception for this. This was quite good, and he softly hummed in satisfaction since this tasted [i very] good. He sighed softly as he finished the chocolate, humming to himself before looking up at Basch. "Es ist sehr gut." He hummed out as he smiled hesitantly, unsure of whether or not the Swedish man would understand. "I can understand why my people like it..."
Basch didn't understand German entirely, but he knew enough to understand the praise that was given to his hand-crafted chocolate, quietly humming to himself as he closed his eyes peacefully in response. "I'm glad to hear that you understand now," The Swiss man replied softly after a moment, letting a smile grace his expression, a rare treat that was hard to come by given his passive-aggressive behaviour; praising something he had worked hard on seemed to be something that eased his tension, if someone was smart enough to pick up on that. However, his smile was short-lasted as he wiped his expression clean, crossing his legs together and opening his eyes to look at Ludwig once again, "So, why'd you decide to pay little me a visit today of all days?"
He hummed softly as he looked down at the floor again, thinking to himself as he closed his eyes for a moment. "Besides company? I'd like it if we could be friends, at the very least." The German glanced up at him for a moment before drawing one of his knees up to hug it, tsking softly. "It's been a long time since I've had a friendly chat with anyone about anything besides the war or tactics, I'd rather...keep my sanity." He hummed softly before looking up at him slowly, tilting his head at him slightly.
Basch blew out light raspberry, understanding the German's preference and struggle all too well, reaching a hand up to take off the hat on his head so he could loosely fiddle with it between his hands. "I see, I suppose Honda, Feliciano, and Ivan aren't exactly the best company when you want to preserve your remaining brain cells..." He offered in a muttered out, almost shushed tone, slowly turning his hat around in loops while he kept playing with and picking at the fabric it was made out of. The Swiss' mans gaze flicked back to the other when his brain processed the English language for a moment, "[i At the very least?]" He repeated, slowly raising a brow up. "Aww, do you want us to be besties or something? 'S that it?" Basch passively teased with a small snicker, eagerly taking up the chance to tease the other when it presented itself, which, arguably, was much better than his passive-aggressive snarky comments.
"Wh- n-no!" Ludwig's face visibly flushed before he pulled the neck of his uniform up a bit in order to cover his face slightly, huffing to himself. He honestly wanted to be so much more with the Swiss man, but he dared not voice that, much less in the presence of the concerned party. He cleared his throat and looked up at him before swallowing gently, managing his words in English instead of German. "You're much more pleasant company than my allies, as much as Honda tries to make up for Feliciano's...eccentricities." He laughed softly, then rubbed the back of his head as he looked away.
Basch silently snickered to himself for a bit, visibly pleased with the reaction he was able to stir out of the German, setting his hat aside while he reached for his book, resuming to read once more, though most of his attention was still placed upon the other. He let out an amused hum, falling back into the couch and laying on it comfortably, holding his book above his face so he could continue reading, "Imagine even having allies; I don't think I could deal with that personally." He stated truthfully, slowly realizing his interest in the book was dimming while still in the presence of the other, so he reluctantly set it down once more, instead settling to stay laid out on the couch, there still being free space ironically given how relatively short he was compared to most. "Let me get this clear, out of all the people you [i could have] talked to; someone who might not even share history with you and thus has less risk of hating you; you chose me, huh? Weird. Either you secretly really like chocolate, or- I don't know another option actually, maybe it's best to just ask you bluntly. [i Why me of all people, Ludwig?]" He inquired curiously, unable to stop himself until he had already asked
That was the question he feared from the Swiss man, honestly. He glanced down for a moment, shifting in order to feel more comfortable as he swallowed heavily. "I'm...honestly not sure. It's as much a mystery to me as it is to you." His voice was very slightly shaking, but he knew that he could pull it back under control, and he did quickly as he tried his best to compose himself. The German hated it when he felt like he was showing his weakness for others, but he wasn't pulling away since he knew that he needed to face this head on. He wasn't a coward!
"Ah, I see, noted then," The Swiss man commented after a few seconds of thoughtful humming, taking the time to formulate up some more of his own guesses as to why Ludwig decided to spontaneously appear at his doorstep for seemingly no reason other than an attempt to become friends, or so he was told. That was all they were, however, being just guesses, not thinking too much about it further as to not overread the situation. He glanced back to the other for a few moments, as if silently asking for some more substance to be added to their conversation so they had more to talk about, though he didn't say anything else, letting a comfortable silence wash over him as he merely looked up at the ceiling.
The German looked down at his fingernails as he picked at them, thinking for a moment before remembering one of the reasons he'd given himself to visit the Swiss man; he'd crafted something for him. So he put his hand in his pocket and drew out a box, standing up and offering the small box to the Swiss man quietly. "Here. I made this for you." He hummed out lightly as he smiled down at him. It'd taken him a while and many attempts, mostly fails, to get this right. He'd chosen only the best materials he could get his hands on, and he looked down at him for a moment before clearing his throat and looking. "It took me a while to make this..."
The Swiss man blinked a few times, raising a brow in curiosity as he sat himself up so he wasn't laying down and eating up the space on the couch any further, accepting the small box when it was offered to him. He looked from it up to the German a few times before silently inspecting it for a moment, looking back up to him once he was somewhat satisfied with the amount of observation he had done. "You [i made] something for me? Is this, like, another version of payment in return for my last shipment of supplies to you?" He half-sarcastically asked, though spoke in a touched tone, having never expected the German of all people to make something for him, let alone with his own two hands. That was Switzerland's thing, after all, not other European countries.
"No, I...just thought you might like it." The German hummed before motioning to it, as if expecting him to open it. Once it was open, it seemed that the German had taken a bit of inspiration from the Swiss man, since he'd made a very intricately detailed and carved knife. It was foldable, but it didn't have many additional attributes aside from a smaller knife on the other side. It had intricate mosaic pins holding it together, and soft but sturdy gold pieces on the outside with a bit of stabilized maple forming the inner outside parts. The hinges worked smoothly and without any hint of mechanical hesitation, allowing it to be a quick and easy draw if need be. Basch's name was even on one side, plated in gold and covered with a glossy varnish that made it shine. It was clearly made with both functionality and vanity in mind, something that both countries prioritized most of the time.
Basch, seemingly for once in his life, was entirely speechless and at a loss for words, wide-eyed and, surprisingly, soft-gazed as he looked upon the knife that had bee gifted to him inside the box he had been given moments prior. He looked down to the knife, utterly in awe for a few moments as he gently took it out of the box to lightly fiddle around with and examine; he looked about as mystified as a respectful and polite kid on Christmas morning after being given their presents, which was an excessively difficult thing to accomplish considering how passive-aggressive and hedgehog-ish he typically was. The Swiss man looked up at him after admiring his gift for what felt like a few seconds to him, although it could well have been easily a few minutes that ticked by without him realizing. "You... You really made this for me?... I..." Again, he was genuinely at a loss for words, unable to verbally explain his sudden surge of joy, instead letting a warm, semi-flushed smile do all the talking for him.
A soft smile graced the German's face as well as he looked away gently, clearing his throat and humming softly. "I'll take that to mean you like it. It's not quite as good as your Army knives, but I thought I'd give it a chance anyways, heh..." He rubbed the back of his head as he cleared his throat. "It did take a while, and I wasn't sure what to do at first, but I thought you might like it..." He hummed out before sitting next to him gently, although it was kinda light just to make sure he could swiftly get up if Basch didn't want him to sit next to him. He then leaned back against the couch as he sighed softly, glancing down at him for a moment before humming softly. "You've done much for me, I'm grateful for you. Vielen Dank." He smiled at him lightly before putting his hand over the Swiss man's, holding them over the knife. "I hope you'll accept this as well as my friendship. I'll protect you if need be." He wasn't expecting the Swiss man to return it, and he honestly didn't want him to since he knew the other was still neutral. He wanted him to stay that way.
Basch slowly redirected his gaze back down to the knife that he was mystified with, muttering to himself about promising to keep it close to him, be it physically or metaphorically close to him in his heart, barely hinting on how precious he saw the gift he was given actually was. He seemed softer as a result, tamed, almost domesticated even, something only Lichtenstein was [i welcomed] to see; though it didn't stop others from catching the occasional glimpse of his softer side. The Swiss man jokingly narrowed his eyes and looked back to Ludwig upon the last sentence he was told, huffing out a quiet breath of mock-anger. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself, I've already been doing so for this long after all. Geez, what is it with all you super powers and thinking everything's either about allies or enemies? If you've got a problem with me being neutral and fending for myself until the day I die, then you can kiss my ass, how's that sound?" Basch playfully asked with a roll of his eyes, pretending to be passive-aggressive for a few moments before letting out a quiet hum. Perhaps he'd take up the German on his offer one day, [i if] he ever needed to, that is. It never hurt to have a back-up plan, after all. "And, yeah, fine, we can be friends, buuuuut it'll cost you," He added on with a quiet snicker to himself.
"Was würde es sein?" He hummed out as he looked down at him with a soft raise of his eyebrow. Of course, the German took slight offense to the insinuation that he was just trying to make a new ally, since he genuinely wanted to be friends [i and even more someday, but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment] with Basch. He gently rolled his eyes as he huffed, laying back against the arm of the couch as he closed his eyes and yawned softly. He sounded kinda annoyed, but he was waiting for the way he could 'earn' his friendship.
["What would it be?"]
["What would it be?"]
Basch hummed out, gently placing the knife back inside the box before setting it aside for the time being, instead picking his hat up where he had left it to rest nearby, setting the uniquely floppy hat back atop his head while he dragged out his hum, a devious grin forming on his face. "The fact you even have to ask proves how little you know of me, it's kind of sad," The Swiss man stated with a mock-disappointed sigh that was short-lasted, scooting a little closer to Ludwig as his devious grin only grew worse. "Money. C'mon, you know you could fork some over, [i help a friend out]; you wanna make me your sugar baby anyways, don't'cha? Ohhhhh wait, that'd mean we'd be dating then, wouldn't it?" Basch playfully asked with a voice bordering on being genuine and being false, making it difficult to tell if he truly meant that. Though soon after he went back to respecting the distance between the two of them, humming once more, his face easily falling back into neutrality. "On a more serious note, all I'd like you to do is treat my sister kindly and to [i never] enter my garden without my permission and watchful eyes."
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