There was a voice that came over the intercom, "Would a Ms. Seychelles please report to the student council room. Ms. Seychelles to the student council room. Thanks." Seychelles looked up from her homework and frowned, "What does he want now! She got up and stomped out of her dorm room. Opening the door to the student council room she met his eyes, what a dazzling green…They stood there having a stare down for a few moments when Sey broke the silence, "What do you need you big oaf! I already came in today!" He raised his unnaturally large eyebrows, "Get in here, I got new stuff for you to do." He pointed to a large stack of white papers on a small desk, designated for her. "
"Look here Brit-" She was cut off by England interrupting her, "You will address me as Sir!" She rolled her eyes and started again, "Look here, sir…" She said the last part mockingly and proceeded to smirk when she saw him flinch. "You can't just call me whenever you want, I have a life…and a lifetime of homework to do." She huffed and puffed while England got up and walked over to her. He grabbed the collar around her neck and brought her face inches from his, "Listen here. You are mine to control, you belong to me. I can do whatever I like with you, whenever I like with you. Got me you blubbering fool?"
"Oh really…eyebrows." She stared defiantly at him. Eyes ablaze, England let her go and yelled, "You little twat! You will have double, no triple the work from now on" He added more papers to her already huge stack, " so get used to it!" He turned on his heel and went back to his desk. Seychelles fumed and sat down at the desk, working on the papers. They both stayed quiet the whole time.
-The Next Morning-
Seychelles woke up, her hair a mess and dark bags under her eyes. She had stayed in the student council office almost the whole night. With little sleep she was headed to her next class. When she arrived, everyone was already seated. The bell rang and the teacher came up behind Seychelles, "bonjour mon amour!" She turned around to see France, "Papa France! Je vous ai manqué! How have you been?"
"Just fine petit, Im actually here to be the substitute today." Smiling, he patted her head and walked in. She followed with admiration in her eyes. As soon as Papa France had introduced himself, all the girls in the classroom swooned. They squealed and had hearts in their eyes. France only played them along further by winking and blowing kisses to each and every one of them. Seychelles rolled her eyes and sighed, "oh mon dieu…Papa! Can we continue please?" He looked at her and laughed, "Of course mon chéri."
-after class-
France grabbed Seychelles as she was rushing out the door, "What is wrong my dear Sey? Where are you off to in such a rush?"
"Im heading to the student council office, England is waiting for me and if im late he will literally….kill me. I will see you later Papa!" She ran off and walked into the room, only a minute late. England was nowhere to be seen so she quickly set down her stuff and started the tea. He walked in as she was pouring it, his eyes showed that something was wrong, "Good afternoon sir." She walked over to her desk and started on the paperwork.
"Thank you," He said curtly, sitting down and taking a sip of his tea. He spit it out immediately after and grumbled, "What is this disgusting excuse for a tea?!" Seychelles got up and grabbed the cup, she lost her grip and spilled it all over him. Her face was filled with anguish and fear, "désolé!" She reached up and covered her mouth a bit too late, she had let a word slip. England flew into a rage, "Don't use that disgusting language in front of me! And help me clean myself up!" She nodded and stepped forward as he stepped back, they tangled their feet together and started to fall. Seychelles blinked a few times, her vision blurry. Something heavy was crushing her, she went to talk when she realized that something was on her lips. She focused in and realized that her and England were locking lips! Her eyes went wide and she turned a bright red (though it was hard to see through her tan).