Author's Notes: Its like the independence of Seychelles away from England. I hold no grudges to any of them but I just felt I wanted to do this kind of story.
'We were the kings and queens of promise'
"You promised England, you promised!" cried the girl, her voice almost drowned out by the rain.
England stopped walking and turned around. Seychelles was there, crying without an umbrella. He almost pitied the girl he once took care of…
'We were the victims of ourselves'
"Past is past, Sey. A promise like that is impossible to keep. It's just that I'm moving on but please don't make it too hard for me."
'We were the children of a lesser god'
He turned away from her and started to walk away when Seychelles reminded him of something.
"You promised me no matter what happens, you will never leave me!" she whispered clearly.
"Maybe we aren't supposed to be with each other…"
Between Heaven and Hell…
England walked away leaving the girl in blue alone in the streets crying softly under the rain…