(( You're most certainly welcome! Sorry for the late reply by the way; have been in kinda a shlump. ))
The Englishman was just about to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea when he heard the loud knocking at his door. Well, that's rather odd; he did not recall any plans to have visitors. Oh well, it was probably best to see who it was. Arthur got up from his couch to go and open the door. "Yes, may I help-" He stopped dead in his tracks, because it was then that he not only noticed the Swiss, but the fact his hair was pink, of all things. Normally, the Brit would have laughed. But this was Vash he was dealing with, and as humorous as this situation appeared, he knew laughing would only proceed anger the already irritated man even further. Nor was he in any sort of mood at the moment to get a bullet in the ass. "Well, um... hello, Switzerland. What seems to be the problem?"