Australia strolled leisurely down the pristine beaches of Seychelles' home.

She was hosting the world conference this time around, and the lax music of the waves lapping the shore was a wonderful respite from the hustle-bustle of normal city-like atmospheres.

In truth, the Australian man had deeply looked forward to this visit; he could not place exactly why however. It was his guilty secret, a strange infatuation he had been harboring for quite some time. Australia, smitten, had named one of his main lands in his home Victoria. Victoria also happened to be the name of Seychelles capital, and, more importantly, her name.

He had told himself that it was nothing more than a friendly gesture; like how Canada named one of his areas 'New Prussia'. Australia knew deep down that there was a different emotion behind it, one that was growing strong.

He and Seychelles shared a lot of interests, and it was really no wonder why they had become firm friends.

They both enjoyed surfing, wild life, hikes, and the simple things in life. Not only that, but he considered her funny and wonderful; witty and yet sweet. She also hated England, so there was a plus.

His mind couldn't help but linger on a mental image of Seychelles; her dark brown eyes and island tan, warm smile and gentle eyes.

These were the thoughts that rolled restlessly through his mind like the waves that lapped the shore. The turmoil within the poor man's mind had reached a boiling point, causing him to tear at his brown hair in frustration; his thick eye-brows knitting together in confused irritation.

Halting in his languid pace, Australia dug his hands into his khaki shorts pockets, glaring out into the sea with troubled green eyes.

'G'arn, I don't have a Buckley's chance with Victoria anyways,' he inwardly snarled, sourly kicking the sand and sending grains off in a cloud. 'I always turn into a galah when I'm with that Sheila…'

His train of thought was broken by a shout from the West.

"Bonjour Oz!"

Australia felt his heart leap into his throat like a frog from the voice. Victoria.

Typically, he never let anyone but Wy and New Zealand call him Oz, but Seychelles was an exception.

Australia turned; looking side-ways in mild surprise as the Seychellois girl came bounding across the sand in his direction.

She had obviously been surfing, for she was still in her bathing suit and had a short board tucked snuggly under her arm.

"G'day," Australia called back in a slightly airy voice, offering a slight wave as she bounded up; coming to a halt before him.

"You're here early, Liam," she commented. "Want to catch a wave….?"

Her inquiring look left him a little dizzy, causing him to falter in his answer.

"H-Huh? Oh, nah, not today mate." He put on a forced smile, shrugging with such force that his double ahoges bobbed.

"Oh," she looked mildly disappointed. "Well, want to go with me to my jeep…?" The question was a little unorthodox; unsure sounding.

"Sure mate," he smiled warmly at her, turning in stride and implying for her to lead the way.

They walked up a dune in an uneasy silence, before Australia tried to insert some conversation.

"So… Whutcha been up to, eh Fishy?" He gave her a teasing nudge, causing her to smile and nudge him playfully back.

"Nothing much really," she said reflectively. "Arthur was bothering me again. Berating me and complaining about something Alfred did on their anniversary. So I told him I didn't give a damn and for him to stop calling me at three in the morning with his boyfriend troubles."

"Good onya!" Australia laughed, shaking his head slightly at her spunky nature. "The pom deserved it."

By this time they had approached her bright blue jeep, and Seychelles absently tied her board to the roof of the car, chattering energetically all the while. Australia enjoyed it. The sound of her voice, her laugh, everything.

She was in the middle of explaining that she was going to most likely refrain from attending the after party when he interrupted.

"What? Wadda mean you aren't going? Aren't you hosting?"

"Oui, but it doesn't mean I HAVE to be there."

"Give it a burl! Ye' might like it!"

"Non," Seychelles said decisively, opening the door of the brightly colored jeep. "Say…." She paused as if an idea had stricken her. "What do you say we just go to the beach for some night surfing after the meeting? You game?"

Australia felt his mouth forming into a wolfish smile; running his thumb over the bridge of his nose that was covered with a band-aid.

"Damn, you bet I'm in, Fishy." He answered, not even bothering to ask before he climbed into the passenger seat of her jeep.

"Fire up the donk and let's go!" He annunciated "go" by slamming the door and slapping the roof of the car with his hand.

Seychelles let loose another peal of laughter as she opened the door of the jeep, inserting the key and turning on the ignition.

"So, it's a deal then?" She peered at him with a mischievous smile.

'She didn't say date. Ouch.'

Australia struggled to keep smiling at that low hit, but confirmed her question.

"Bring an esky to boot, and it's a tee-up!"

She smiled, shaking her head as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Merci, mon chéri~"

For the umpteenth time that day, Australia felt faint.

Ok, I don't know if I'll continue this. This is originally just a drabble about how Australia's smallest mainland state had the same title as Seychelles' capital (which were actually both named after Queen Victoria).

I thought these two were very compatible due to their athletic, surfing, and animal loving natures.

I also thought "Fishy" was a cute nick-name.

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