"Okay Angleterre~! Are you ready for your next lesson?" the tanned girl asked eagerly as she sat a table organizing some index cards. A blond haired man reluctantly walked into the kitchen and sat across from her with the most uninterested, bored, and irritated expression.

"Why must I do this Seychelles? It's a bloody waste of time. There's absolutely no need for me to learn French," England responded, clearly annoyed with the subject. Learning French was one of the last things he wanted to do today. Why, he could be sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in one hand and a good book in the other. But, nope, he was stuck here being taught that god awful language that frog spoke.

"Well you made me learn English so, it's only fair that I can teach you French, non?" she grinned from ear to ear as she held up the first flash card. It had the word "Bonjour" on it, simple enough right?

"Hello," England said flatly not willing to take part in Seychelles's little "lesson". In response she got an annoyed look and her left eyebrow twitched slightly,

"In French this time please," she narrowed her eyes at him though Arthur didn't seem to care all that much. England narrowed his eyes right back at her and said "hello" in English to her once again. The girl let out a huff and switched to the next card. England once again refused to say the word in French. This continued for the next half an hour until Seychelles had run completely out of flash cards.

"Well I see your out of cards. Are we finished then?" He smirked at her, however, his smirk disappeared when he looked at her face. Her golden eyes had filled with tears; one after the other racing from her eyes, to her cheeks, and finally reaching her chin. He quickly dashed around the table and over to her side, taking one of her hands in his and using the other to wipe her watering eyes.

"I…I only asked for you to do one thing. W-Why can't you just try at least?!" She yelled at him through her sobs. He took both his hands and cupped them around her cheeks.

"Because there is but one phrase that I must know Seychelles," he wiped her tears with his right thumb and looked directly in her eyes.

"What could that possibly be ?" She questioned a bit of anger still in her voice. A reddish color quickly spread across his cheeks as he cleared his throat.

"Err…J-Je t'aime, ma chérie…." the Englishman answered avoiding her eyes as his blush darkened to a shade that would rival the ribbons of the very girl who stood in front of him.. Seychelles smiled widely and she hugged him tightly burying her face in his chest. He smiled and looked down at her relieved. Seychelles looked up to meet his gaze,

"Embrasse-moi, Angleterre," She said softly only to be met by England's confused gaze.

"What does that mean, love?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side confused. The tanned girl's golden eyes rolled as she grabbed the blond's tie and pulled him into a passionate kiss. England's arms lifted her off the ground and he began walking towards the stairs to his bedroom. He wasn't sure but he could have sworn he heard Seychelles whisper "Me faire l'amour" in his ear.

Me faire l'amour? Now what the bloody hell could that mean?

England and Seychelles belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.