DISCLAIMER: HETALIA DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! If it did, there would be much more yaoi, and more focus on the girl characters as well!
Please enjoy, more to come in future chapters!
The sand ran gently through her fingers as she took full handfuls of it, letting the small, fine grains just course through each of her fingers, making a very nice river fall from her hand back down to the ground just as quickly as she had picked it up. Her long and dainty fingers had been playing like this for over an hour on the beach, which was at a beautiful mid-tide, a good ten feet away from where she sat on the sand, but close enough that she could hear it and smell it so clearly, and almost feel the waves as they crashed down onto the sand below her. Her red ribbons flowed from their positions on her brown pigtails, the big bows rippling as the ends moved in whatever direction the wind so chose. Her bright blue dress was spread out around her where she sat, looking almost like water itself the way it just barely rippled from the wind. Her cheeks were just a bit tinted red from being out in the sunlight for even just the short hour she had been here, but it was enough to make it seem like she was blushing, even though it was more of a sunburn than anything else. The sun was just beginning to go down, and the sun was starting to reflect off of the water and make her skin shine and the water turn a mixture of orange and blue that was beautiful, just like it was every day.
It had become Seychelles' tradition to sit outside and watch the sunset every evening, and every morning watch the sun rise. It always left a good feeling in her heart, a feeling that life was all good, and there was nothing to worry about at all. That is....until she heard the sound of that man running down the sand towards her. She could hear the sound of his shoes as they made the soft "swish" through the sand on his way toward her. She wouldn't turn to look at him. She wouldn't. She. Would. NOT.
"Ma petite Seychelles~ Comment ca va? Tres bien, oui?" His voice rang out towards her. Dammit. It was such a sexy voice, no wonder he had all the women wooing after him. Finally, he came up in front of where she sat staring out at the water, and kneeled in front of her, putting one of his hands behind his back, and with his other hand, taking hers and kissing it in the center, as most gentlemen would greet any lady. His shirt was, as usual, a normal button-up shirt, pure white with the obvious frills and ruffles that were necessary if you were France; his pants were very similar to a fancy version of pirate pants, and were a rich purple color, perfectly ironed to make him look so much like the prince that he acted like. His hair was pulled back into the small ponytail with the bangs hanging into his face, accentuating the curves of his youthful face, but still making him seem so mature. And of course, there were the roses hidden in his other hand, just a small bouquet of six of them, all perfectly trimmed and identical to one another. Even the number of thorns on each rose was identical. Typical of France. She took them though anyways, just to be polite. Finally making eye contact with him, she allowed a small smile to cross her face.
"Bonjour, France. Oui, je suis assez bien. Et toi?" Her small voice was almost covered up by the waves crashing behind France as the asked him how he was, but she knew that with France, he was always listening and hanging on her every word. He smiled at her, that gorgeous, brilliant smile that she knew wooed nearly every woman he threw it at, and even many of the men that saw it. But no, she wouldn't let it get to her.
"Ma petite, how long have you been out here? Not that your blush is not gorgeous, I just don't want my lovely Seychelles to be out here for too long~ We should definitely have you getting back in, can't have you getting a sunburn or anything~" He stood up, taking Seychelles' hand and pulling her up gracefully before bending over and picking her up bridal style. Her face flushed as she squeaked, struggling for a moment before she realized that no, France was NOT letting her get out of his grip, and yes, he was going to carry her back to her small house all on his own. She couldn't believe him some days, picking her up like she was his woman, treating her like this!
...
Not that she really minded it either. She actually rather did enjoy this treatment, seeing as she lived in an area separated from a lot of people. Slowly...ever so slowly...she wrapped her arms around France's neck, leaning her head against his shoulder as he kept walking, placing small kisses on her forehead, his stubble on his chin tickling her face softly. She giggled ever so softly as he continued to kiss her, moving down from her forehead to her cheek, before he quickly turned his head away to make sure he could focus on walking. Seychelles at this point was blushing and staring at him with her bright brown eyes, tightening her grip around France's neck.
They finally, after a few minutes to allow them to calm down, arrived at Seychelles' house- a small beach home that was well furnished with everything that Seychelles needed, such as a small couch and a few chairs in her small living room, a kitchen equipped with knives and pans to cook whatever she caught, and a bathroom and bedroom, with a full-sized bed in it and one wall that was just a window looking out onto the beach, the white sands and crystal blue water letting the last hour of light reflect of the waves and into the room, the white blankets turned an orange-red. Of course, France didn't see this from his standpoint in the doorway as he stepped in, carrying Seychelles over the threshold and setting her down a few moments later, bowing to her just as gracefully.
"Ma cherie, welcome home" he purred to her, smiling back up at her. Knowing that she had to be as proper, she grabbed the edges of her skirt and curtsied, blushing and nodding her head to him, her hair ribbons bouncing with the nod of her head. They both then straightened up, allowing small laughs to escape from their mouths. Seychelles looked around her house, thinking of how to entertain France while he was here. She always did enjoy his company, but even so, he still managed to annoy her quite easily, since he often would never tell her what he wanted to do, preferring to let her do as she pleased. So, she looked up at him, tilting her head to the side.
"France, que voulez-vous faire?" She asked him, knowing that he probably would say "Whatever is fine with my lovely Seychelles" or something like that.
"Mm, whatever I do with you is wonderful in my mind, my lovely Seychelles. I'm perfectly content to just sit and enjoy your company, you know~" He smiled at her as she blushed furiously, both a bit out of embarrassment for not knowing what to do, and for his wanting to be with her. He could never make this easy for her....
She finally just sat down on the couch, her dress ruffling out from under her as she sat down, resting her head on her palm as she looked around. Her house really needed some cleaning up, and soon... But that could wait at least until France was gone, she didn't want to seem like the person who cleans when company is over. She shut her eyes, yawning a bit, until she felt the couch give under another person's weight, and strong arms wrap around her waist, a mouth gently nuzzling against her neck, with the whiskers on his chin tickling as well, as she was lifted up onto France's lap.
"F-Francis...? Can I help you?" Seychelles asked curiously. France had often come to her house and either made her food, or just sat and they enjoyed one another's company. But never had he actually held her in his lap like this. A hot breath against her ear sent shivers up and down her body as France simply breathed, chuckling softly.
"Ah, ma cherie, do not worry about me, I am the strong nation of France, I need help from none~" He said against her ear, nuzzling her softly. A blush spread more against Seychelles' lightly tanned features as she turned her head to look at France, mouth opened slightly to ask him a question.
Before the question was asked though, his lips were pressed against hers gently before pulling back. Her eyes flew open as she turned all the way around to try to remove his hands from her waist, but it was in vain. France's hands were held firmly against Seychelles' hips, though not firmly enough to leave a mark. A gentleman such as himself would never harm such a delicate girl as Seychelles. Her hands pushed against his chest, trying to free herself from his grip. France's face had a cocky smile on it as he leaned back in the couch.
"Ma cherie, is there something the matter? Do you not love me?" He asked her, pulling her closer by running his hands up her back and pulling her gently towards him.
"N-non, I do, I l-love you, France.. b-but what are you doing..?" Asked Seychelles, as she let her arms relax against France's chest"
"Just hugging my darling Seychelles, is all~ Is that so wrong?"
"No, I guess not..." She whispered softly, yawning a bit at the end of her sentence. France chuckled deep in his chest.
"Ma cherie, if you are tired, go to sleep, I'll make sure nothing happens tonight~" He mumbled, looking down at her with soft eyes. She looked back up at him before nodding, wrapping her arms around his neck gently before drifting into sleep, listening to the sound of France singing to her softly, bringing her deeper and deeper into her subconscious.
Dodo, l'enfant do,
L'enfant dormira bien vite
Dodo, l'enfant do
L'enfant dormira bientôt.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Translator Notes(YES I TAKE FRENCH ONE SO I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES):
Ma petite Seychelles~ Comment ca va? Tres bien, oui?: My little Seychelles~ How are you? Very good, yes?
Bonjour, France. Oui, je suis assez bien. Et toi?: Hello, France. Yes, I am rather good. And you?
Ma Cherie: My darling
Que voulez-vous faire?: What do you want to do?
Song at the end: (It's actually a song I heard at the end of a play I saw...!)
Sleepy time, the young one sleeps; The child will sleep very soon; Sleepy time, the young one sleeps; The child will sleep oh, so soon.
AU REVIOR, I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED IT SO FAR, IT WILL BE CONTINUED! WITH SOME LEMON~
