"I'm sorry."
The words slipped from the Englishman's mouth, as a drunken, mumbled apology. The tanned girl sitting across from him shook her head with a bitter smile on her face.
"This is what happens when you've had too much to drink, Arthur." He shook his head fervently in response, insisting that no, it wasn't just the alcohol talking. The girl wouldn't dare believe a thing he said under the influence of his many drinks.
"Seychelles," Victoria looked up at him, her mild expression morphing into a frown. Of course he wouldn't use her human name. He wasn't sentimental like that with her. Her train of thoughts were interrupted as her took one of her hands, clasped between his own. She yanked her hand back, her frown deepening into a scowl. "Sey-" She ignored his hurt expression, cutting him off.
"Don't even try." She'd felt worse as one of his colonies. The hurt he felt now wouldn't compare. It would take more than an alcohol-fueled apology for her to even consider forgiving him. Victoria abruptly stood up, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
"Don't go..." Arthur groaned, laying his head in his hands. "Why do all my colonies leave me? Am I not good enough for them?" Victoria simply turned to leave, using her phone to tell Alfred to take care of Arthur. Alfred could get upset if he wanted to at the fact that she didn't want to watch the drunken nation, but she didn't should she be the one in charge of him?
Author's Note: This was much longer on paper... Anyways, I might make another chapter if I get any ideas. Enjoy.