Switzerland x Reader - Milk

Vash hated wasting money, and he was pretty sure that, as his girlfriend, you would know that.

So why…

…why wouldn’t you drink the damn milk?

“_____,” Vash growled, shoving the spoonful of milk in front of you, “Drink the milk. I spent money on this and it expires in a few days. I don’t want to let the money I spent on buying this go to waste.”

“But Vaaaaash,” you whined, turning your head away, “I don’t wanna!”

“And why not?” Vash hissed, his voice dripping with frustration as he once again redirected the spoon towards you. “You wanted milk, didn’t you? That’s why I went out to buy it!”

“Vash…” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you once again avoided the milk Vash was shoving in your face. “…I asked you to buy some milk a month ago. A month ago, Vash.”

“Well it wasn’t on sale back then, but now it is,” Vash muttered. “Now drink.”

“No.”

“Drink it.”

“No.”

“_____.”

“Vash.”

“Drink. It.”

“Must I spell it out for you, my dear Swiss? N. O.”

This caused Vash to sigh in irritation, dropping the spoon back into the glass of milk as he could only glare at you. If words wouldn’t work, then surely making you uneasy via silence would.

“Vash, staring at me will not make me change my mind.”

Nevermind.

“Just drink it, woman!” Vash groaned, once again getting a spoonful of milk and holding it out to you. He still couldn’t believe that it’d gotten to the point where he’d willingly spoon-feed you the white drink, just so the damn money he spent wouldn’t go to waste.

He was pretty sure he deserved a gold medal for being this persistent.

“Just drink it yourself, man!” you said mockingly, fully turning your back to him. “If you don’t want it to go to waste, just drink it yourself!”

“I personally prefer chocolate milk, not plain,” Vash said matter-of-factly before clamping a hand down on your shoulder. “Now turn around and at least drink a spoonful.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nononono–”

“Yesyesyesyes–”

And to think, Vash would actually resort to such childish methods to get you to drink the dumb dairy product.

“Vash, no matter what you do, that milk will not make it in my mouth,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “I’d suggest you stop now, sir, for your efforts are in vain.”

“And I’d suggest you stop being so stubborn, ma’am, and just drink the milk!”

“No!”

“Drink it!”

“Vash Zwingli, I order you to dispose of that dairy product this instant!”

“Stop treating this like it’s some old medieval movie, _____!”

“Not until you stop trying to make me drink the stupid milk!”

“Fine!”

“N- what?” You definitely hadn’t been expecting the Swiss man to accept defeat so suddenly, and whipping your head around to look at him, you were surprised to see him hold the spoonful of milk near his lips.

“If you won’t drink it willingly, then I’ll just have to force you.”

Force you?

“Vash, what’re you talking ab- mmph!”

You were in the middle of your sentence when Vash abruptly dumped the milk into his mouth, and without wasting a single moment, the Swiss quickly grabbed your chin and pressed his lips against yours. Seeing as you were talking when he’d interrupted, your mouth was still open, giving him the advantage as he transferred the white drink to your mouth via kiss.

As soon as you received the milk in your mouth, Vash pulled away, a faint blush on his cheeks as his lips twisted into a scowl. “Th-There. Now drink the milk, _____.”

Too shocked by his sudden move to even try and argue, you did as you were told, swallowing the drink as your own cheeks began to heat up. “V-Vash–”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze as he got another spoonful.

“We still have a whole glass of milk to finish, _____.”