The very first time they meet, Seychelles had felt like this. She wasn't sure what it was, or why she felt like that, she just did. Every time she had been near Belgium, her heart had started pounding, her palms got sweaty and she would suddenly become very nervous. She wasn't aware that it was Belgium making her like this as every time the two met, Belgium's brother, Netherlands, would be there too. She was also still reasonably young and had never experienced anything like this before.
Seychelles looked out across the ocean, playing with the sand beneath her. The stars twinkled in the night sky and a cool sea breeze flowed through the trees behind her, ruffling the bottom of her blue dress. Her deep brown eyes were not bright and lively as they usually were, but sad and confused. Seychelles sat deep in thought, turning thought over in her mind. Why did she feel that way near Belgium and Netherlands? She had tried to explain to France and he had said that it was love, but what did he know? He never experienced real love did he? He was always sexually harassing her but that wasn't true love. At least that's what Seychelles believed. It aggravated her as to what this feeling truly was.
I still don't know which of them is making me like that though, she thought to herself. She decided the best way to find out who it was, was to think about them. Seychelles tried to form a picture of Netherlands in her minds eye, although it was difficult, having only seen him a few times, she managed to imagine him. She counted to ten, waiting for any of the things she had experienced before to begin again, erasing the image of him when she realised that he wasn't the one who had triggered the strange feeling. She repeated that procedure with an image of Belgium in her head. This time she didn't seem to have any difficulty, despite having seen her the same amount of times as she had seen her brother, remembering every little detail about her. Within a few seconds her palms became sweaty, her heart began racing and she knew instantly that it was Belgium who had made her feel that way.
What if what France had said was true? What if it was love? She had finally figured out what made her feel this way and her head was still spinning with questions. If she did truly love Belgium would people reject her for it? It seemed that people who loved others of the same sex were rejected in society. Even though she was young she was not as naive as everyone believed. Seychelles knew how things worked in the world. She knew that people like that were rejected, and didn't want to be rejected like that herself. Then she remembered how Prussia and Austria were with each other. They were in love, and though they would argue it was obvious that they were in love, but yet they were still accepted.
Thinking over everything, Seychelles slowly began to come to realise that she was indeed in love with Belgium. But of course it was her luck that as soon as she felt everything was okay again, another thought forms in her mind. This time she wondered how Belgium felt about her. She panicked. If Belgium didn't like her back she would be embarrassed for feeling that way. She felt powerless as thoughts of Belgium turning her down played in her mind. Becoming deeply upset about this, she hugged her legs close to her body, burying her head in her knees, a few slow, painful tears falling from her eyes.