It was a sunny sunday morning and Seychelles had walked over to Spain's house looking for a good time. She gently knocked on the door and sang, "Hello~?" It was a bit of a surprise that Romano opened the door since she thought he would still be asleep. He looked down at her with a glare, then realizing it was her, his glare softened. Apparently, Romano had a little soft spot for the island nation.
"Ve~ Romano~? Who's at the door?" Romano's younger brother, Italy came in to the small hallway behind the southern Italian. "Oh~ Ciao Sey-chan~" He smiled. The older Italian blushed as Italy hugged his crush. Said crush asked to come and was much obliged.
"Is Spain home?" She asked as she sat down at the kitchen table. Italy nodded yes and Romano gruntly. Seychelles smelled the spicy scent of tomatoes, looking over at the counter she saw a large pot of pasta. "Did you make the pasta, Italy~?"
"Yep~ Do you want some?" Seychelles nodded excitedly, Italy's pasta was to die for. He spooned out some and gave her a bowl. "So why did you come Sey-chan?"
"I was kind of bored, Viet is busy with Prussia, and Hungary is terrorizing France and Austria... I thought I could go in the garden with Spain... But, it looks like he has guests..."
"Veneziano? Lovi~? Is someone here- oh hi chelly~" An annoyed tic mark was displayed on Seychelles's forehead for being called by her least favorite nickname. Spain came over and gave Seychelles a hug, "It has been a while... when was the last time we went out drinking with Gil and Francis?"
"I don't remember, I've been vacationing in Liechtenstein so I haven't gotten a chance to see anyone," She answered twisting her fork into the long noodles and letting the orange-red sauce lay on her lips.
"Lovi~ Italy~? We should go out and have some fun~"
Anyway~ I don't know what this is gonna turn into but... hope you like it~!