Since Seychelles was a young girl she was owned by France. She loved him cause she thought of him as her father. She also remembered Canada. She was so cute as a kid. Her blonde long hair of golden. She was the opposite of Seychelles. Seychelles had long black straight hair. Seychelles was beautifully tanned. Canada wasn't tan though. She was as white as snow. France also owned the lovely girl.

France would watch after the two, even though he wasn't that old himself. France would spend a lot of his time with Canada though. Seychelles was jealous little Canada, but she would never admit to it. She still loved both of them still though. She had no reason to hate either of them.

As they all got older the two girls grow up to be beautiful. The two were both different looking from each other still though. But Canada was shy tough. Seychelles wasn't. France noticed how is little girls grow up. France noticed a lot. France started hitting on them now. From how they acted they both secretly liked it. They started liking him from doing this now though.

France through out the years kept flirting with the two girls. But he gained feelings for them also. This was a problem. He couldn't have both no matter how much he wished he could. Canada was hanging out with him more cause Seychelles was more attached to her work though. Canada would have more time for him and did care for him. He choose her over Seychelles. France and Canada started going out with each other, but not a boyfriend and girlfriend. No, France didn't want to waste time with that cause he figured they were already together in a way. He went and asked her to marry him. How could Canada refuse an offer like this? She told him yes. They were engaged. Seychelles had no idea yet though.

One day France called up Seychelles. She answered to the phone. " Bonjour." France smiled at this.

"Bonjour. May I come to see you today, Sesel?" She loved it when he used her nickname.

"Of course you can. See you soon then?"

"Yes, see you soon, Sesel."

When he hung up Seychelles ran up to her room. She wasn't wasting to time on her work anymore. She had to find her best outfit to wear for him. She wanted to look beautiful for him.

When he got there she had just finished with putting on a necklace. She didn't have any make-up on but she hoped she still looked good with out it. Which she always looked best with out make-up. Seychelles ran to the door and opened it.

"Bonjour, Francis." She smiled. "Please come in." She moved out of his way a bit to let him in. Seychelles tilted her head slightly cause usually he would bring roses with him. They always made her smile.

"Bonjour, Sesel." He gave her a smile and went in to her home. It smelled a bit like coconuts in there.

"Please sit. Would you like anything while I'm up?" She smiled back.

"No, I'm fine." This wasn't his usual reply. He usually said something perverted but he seemed to be acting differently. She shrugged it off for now.

"Well then just sit." She looked over to see him sit down on the couch. When she saw this as he sat down next to him.

"So, Sesel, What have you been up too?"

"Work as usual. Something is wrong with the fish this year." She giggled warmly. "What have you been up too, Francis?"

"Me….well….I'm engaged to Canada." He still had a smile on his face.

Seychelles smile was gone. But instead she gave him a fake smiled. She didn't know what else to do except congratulate him

"Congrats, France."

"Thank you, Sesel." He could see right through the girls smile. He knew her to well. It made him feel awful.

There was an awkward silence between the two for a while. But Canada broke the silence when she called France. He did answer the phone and talked to her for a while(as in like 5 minutes). He was shaking his head after he ended his call.

"I have to go. Canada needs me for something. I hope you understand." She stood up from the couch.

"I understand." She looked at her hands as he looked down at her.

Once he walked out the door Seychelles laid down on the couch with her face in the pillow. She tried not to cry. But she couldn't help but do so. She didn't notice until now as she cried how much she grow to love him. Not as a father but as a lover.