The Story of Us?
Victoria Taylor, or Seychelles, if you're formal, was quite enjoying her afternoon in America. The World Meeting was over (finally!) and she was just relaxing in her hotel room. When...
"SEYCHELLEEEEEEEES!" It was Alfred, or America, her host.
"Alfred?What do you want?" Victoria looked up from her New York Times magazine, studying her visitor. Alfred and Victoria knew each other from them both being at England's house for a few years or so together.
"I've decieded that a few of the countries that don't know my home turf that well are going to escorted by my states!" The young country annouced happily, waving his arms.
Victoria raised an eyebrow, "And so..?" She asked,
Alfred pointed dramatically at the island nation, "That means you're included!" He said.
The bronze colored girl dropped her magazine on the table and stood up, crossing her arms.
"Fine," She complied, "Who's my "escort"?" Victoria looked around.
"He's waiting outside!" Alfred cheered.
"He?" Victoria pressed, eyebrow raising even more.
The blond of the two nodded eagerly, "Yeahz! It's SC!" He exclaimed.
"What about me?" A voice from the other side of the door asked.
"Nooooothing~" Alfred waved his hand toward the door, even though the person clearly couldn't see it.
"Yeah. Right." The voice, clearly male, had just a bit of an edge to it.
Victoria rolled her eyes and just opened the door, revealing a young man around 5'5" with shaggy dark blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a light tan, much lighter than hers.
Victoria disliked him. Mostly cause he was taller than her 5'3".
"You are..." She tapped her foot on the ground, holding the door.
The man, grinning, stepped into the room and said, "I'm Rodney S. Jones, South Carolina, miss."
"Excuse me for not bowing then." Victoria said sarcastically.
Alfred jumped in excitedly, "Okay, Rodders! This is Seychelles! The one you're escorting remember!" He said. Rodney bent over laughing for a few seconds before standing straight and trying to remember.
"Oh!" The dark blond's face light up, "The missy from eariler?" He asked.
SMACK
"I have a name. Use it." Victoria said, withdrawing her fist from a light punch to the gut. She did box from time to time, after all.
Rodney doubled over, groaning. "Yes..." He muttered painfully.
Alfred snickered, "You're escorting her for her whole visit." With that said, the nation took his leave. Victoria heard him falling down the stair and cussing shortly afterwards.
"I guess we're stuck then." She said, facing her escort.
Rodney mocked bowed. "Where to, miss?" He asked, offering a hand.
Victoria just walked away toward the door and said, "Got any good places for lunch around here?" She asked nonchalantly.
Rodney stood straight, a smile plastered on his face.
"Anywhere you would like, miss." He said.
Victoria's face contorted, "France said that most places here were merde absolue." She said.
"France is "merd abso-something" in my vocab." Rodney replied, his face becoming sour.
"Absolute Crap." Victoria supplied the transulation.
"You wanted something to eat?" The male chirped, changing the topic.
"Whatever... I'll just go cook something... somewhere." Victoria muttered.
"Where?" Rodney questioned.
"I.. don't knoow." The girl admitted sullenly.
The slightly taller of the two smiled in victory. They went downstairs and were coming out of the building when..
"RODNEY!" A female voice shrieked. Rodney froze and slow turned
"Yes, North?" He asked, grinning... nervously? Victoria couldn't tell. The girl, "North" stormed up to him and slapped him across the face.
"REALLY? Racoons in my car! RODNEY!" North fumed.
Rodney rubbed his cheek, "Ow, North, that one hurt. And to think, I just got punched too. Is it Beat Rodney day?" He asked sarcastically.
North paused, "You got punched?" She asked, "By who?"
Victoria waved, "Hi."
North looked at her, then to Rodney, then back at her.
"You got owned by her?" North asked after a while.
"Aw C'mon, her punches hurt. I think she's a boxer.." Rodney pouted.
"I do box in my free time. Hey, France visits me." Victoria shrugged helplessly.
"Oh!" North pointed at her, "That means... you're Seychelles, right.?" She asked.
When the islander nodded, North smiled, "Hi. I'm Mary-Belle, Rodney's smarter sister, and North Carolina." She said, ignoring Rodney's protests at the "smarter" part.
Victoria smiled slightly, "Bonjour. I'm Seychelles, but everyone calls me Victoria." She answered.
Rodney's arm fell onto her shoulders and her glared at the man.
"Sorry sis, butthe missy here wanted lunch. See ya." As the American steered her away, they could hear Mary-Belle cussing at him.
"What was that for? And missy?" Victoria asked.
Rodney shrugged, "Thought you were hungry." He said innocently, and avoiding the second question.
He was met with a growl, and a blushing Victoria.
"I see." Rodney snapped his fingers like a detective.
"Shut It. Or A fist will find it's way to your face." Victoria warned.
The man backed up instantly, "Geez, cool it, Tori."
"Tori?" Victoria echoed, blinking.
"Well, um, yeah.." Rodney scratched the back of his head, " I mean, I don't feel like saying 'Victoria' all the time, so.. don't kill me." The last part he muttered.
"Kill you? I could do a lot worse. Be glad I'm happy today. Oh look, SUBWAY!" The girl dashed off to her favorite place.
Rodney followed soon after, getting out his wallet, muttering, "I hope you don't have a bad day this week then... for my wellbeing.."
Heey everyone! I'm not dead! :D
Anyways, this is my new story, The Story of Us?, (this has nothing to do with the song, I swear!)
Rodney and Mary-Belle belong to TheSingingBard and her friend.
Victoria belongs to Himaruya~
Bai~