Green Eyes
"Seychelles…" the voice says, green eyes fixated on the African country that stands before him.
"England," the country's voice sounds like silk to the Englishman. "I didn't become independent because I hated you."
The Englishman's tears flow down his face.
"I… I love you, England. I don't know when I fell… If it was before I…" her voice trails off in the wind.
England stands and stares at the girl. The girl who's stolen his heart.
"But I need to know," the African girl's eyes shimmer and a single tear falls, "do you love me?"
"Seychelles," England whispers her name, "of course…" He steps closer and cups the girl's cheek with his hand, "Of course I love you."
The kiss is short and lasts for only a second. But it says three important words. Sometimes just saying it isn't enough.
It's short because I wrote it on my iPod, and on there it looks long. Except, it's not meant to be long at all. It's just a short one shot for Seychelles birthday which was on June Twenty Ninth. Yes, I missed it. I didn't remember until the next day and never got around to typing anything up.
Actually, I didn't even think of this until about one this morning. I just wrote it. And for some reason, sad England has been my… thing right now. England + Sadness = Happy Me. Why? I don't even know. Because I like having characters comfort him? Or… eh, whatever. I just like sad England and that's all there is to it.
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