A/N: I do not own Hetalia. For this fanfic I am using Seychelles true history as inspiration. If you love France or England this probably is not the story for you. I do not mean to offend anyone. I will try to keep updates consistent. This chapter is short and does not delve too far into the story. I needed to start somewhere. I feel I'm being sort of random. Anyways, am I the only one who thinks Russia hinted at feeling a little lovey dovey for Seychelles in his character song? That's the whole reason I discovered this pairing. I googled it and what do you know, in real life they actually have diplomatic relations. Oh those two and their taboo love! They are complete opposites but I love them together! :)
Chapter 1
Brother
"Oh Seychelles what a young and beautiful country you are!" France said as he outstretched a hand to caress the cheek of the small and now scarlet Seychelles. She smiled timidly.
"Thank You." That memory of that France she thought she could once trust was burned in her mind.
As an innocent young country he had raised her but now she thought back to him in horrible disgust. It was unfathomable the revulsion she felt at thinking of him. Her whole body, her whole essence felt dirty. The good memories like the ones when she was a child sitting on Frances lap while he brushed her dark hair were shadowed now by another memory. This memory was formed when she was no longer so much a child but not yet full grown.
Seychelles and France both lied on the sand with an open fire between them. Seychelles had put fish to grill for them. France sighed. "This night is truly gorgeous."
"It is! Isn't it brother?" She did not often call him brother. She liked to but a small part of her felt a little unsure. France did not seem to mind though they were not truly related.
The fish were done and Seychelles got up and was about to serve them. She extended her hand with a tong to grab one of the fish when suddenly she felt France's fingers on her wrist. She paused and looked up at him surprised. She saw something in his eyes. They seemed to be filled with a faraway yearning. She had never felt so uncomfortable with France until that very moment. She pulled out of his grasp and turned away bewildered. Suddenly she felt herself slip backwards somehow and France was behind her catching her. She gasped out of fright.
"I've got you."
Her body stiffened. She felt unable to move with the fright she carried. He whispered into her ear relax Seychelles. Like a volcano she went from dormant to eruption.
"France! What are you doing?! Let me Go!" The weight of fright fell off her body as she squirmed in his grasp.
"I haven't shown you much in the arts of cooking have I?" he murmured as he caressed her hips and ran his fingers up the side of her thighs playing with the hem of her dress. Once again Seychelles body was sent stiff with fright. Her heart thudded rapidly as she realized she was trapped in his grasp and perhaps would not be able to get free. She did not believe he was about to show her cooking techniques.
"Yes, I'm really horrible at cooking! I mean I could really use your help, you can lend me some tips, can't you."
Panic filled her mind as he pulled her down to the sand with him.
"Oh no, that can wait." He murmured.
France had finally let go of her as he positioned himself atop of her. Seychelles saw her chance and with all her strength kneed him in the groin. Then shoved his cringing body off of her and ran into the trees.
She hid in the shrubs and did not bother holding back the tears. She sobbed until her chest ached and then sobbed more until she fell asleep. She awoke in the middle of the night and puked. She cried again until she fell back asleep. She still did not sleep much the second time. She woke up before the sun did. However, she did not want to go back to sleep. She just lay in the shelter of the shrubs staring off into space feeling decrepit. Thoughts swam in her mind along with a hope that the events of the night before were all just a nightmare.
"Brother." She spat the word out disgusted. How could she have once called France brother?
