It always seemed much too quiet for Seychelles.

It was a lonely quiet that had her reaching out for someone to talk to.

Still it was a cause to wonder how exactly she had met North Italy.

While Africa was close to Italy geographically, it still seemed bizarre for the North Italian, the farthest part of Italy from Africa, to meet the seemingly quiet nation of Seychelles, but with his talkative and friendly nature, it didn't seem far too bizarre for the Italian to meet Seychelles after all.

Seychelles, people would assume, was quiet and awkward in the sense that very few seemed to know of the existance of the small, island nation.

The truth was that she was stubborn, kindhearted, and had difficulty sometimes expressing her kind nature to others.

This rather than conflicting with North Italy's nature, complimented it which wasn't hard to see when they were near each other though it was harder to tell in some ways when they were not right by each other.

That was because many would see their opposing personalities as just that, opposing, when in truth they got along better than many would ever think up.

Michelle and Feliciano made quite an interesting pair that when really thought about, made sense in a way.

Michelle's fingers curled around the hand that it was connected to.

May be it was alright to just steal a kiss in this almost quiet daze that they were in that had been started by the weather and good company.

She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Feliciano as he reached down to hold her against himself.

When their lips met, it was a gentle and soothing touch as if their souls had already merged and were relaxing with in the moment.

There was a deep relunctance to ever step back from each other as they both breathed each other in again.

The beauty and seemingly still moment only seemed to intensify what others would see as a truly romantic moment though no one was around on this Seychellois beach on this warm, Spring day.

May be it would be seen as silly or cliche, but Michelle loved the way that she fit around Feliciano when he held her.

She yawned as she awoke, resting darker skin on lighter hues.

Her dark hair fell almost in messy waves from where she usually kept it in pig tails.

Michelle could feel a gentle hand on her back and hear gentle and nearly inaudible snores from the body that she was snuggling against.

Eventually, hazel eyes, much lighter than her own, would open up, and she'd receivea good morning kiss coupled with a sleepy greeting.

It was perfect for her, and this relationship had always been perfect for them both as well even though they did fight and had to work through it all somehow or when their different cultures with in them conflicted with one another as they did have their own differences from each other.