4. Relationship
England had absolutely no idea what to do in this relationship.
Ok, scratch that. He really didn't have any clue what to do in relationships in general, whether they were romantic or not.
He thought he'd understood the brother thing. Apparently he hadn't, considering he'd ended up on a muddy battlefield, squaring off against his younger brother.
He really, really tried not to think about that.
But this? An actual, romantic relationship? Yup, no clue.
He had no idea how this was going to work out. And he would rather die than ask for help. Especially if said source of help was France. Yes, he'd definitely rather die than ask France for relationship advice.
Common sense dictated that he should just give up. Accept he was "forever alone". Go back to isolation.
And yet… He wanted this. He wanted to be with her. He loved her too much to not get this to work.
So, as they walked along the shore on her nation's beaches, he admitted his worries to her. That he would fail at this relationship. That he would screw things up. That he would lose her.
Seychelles just looked at him with a soft, sad smile, then wove her fingers with his. "I think you're doing just fine, England."
"But… But I have no clue what I'm doing… And we always argue… And…"
"You think I know what I'm doing? I haven't exactly been in a relationship before. The closest thing I've got is the plethora of romance novels in my house. As for the arguing thing… All couples fight. And we patch things up later, yeah?"
"Well, yes…"
The island nation smiled, then leaned up against him. "So stop worrying, Eyebrows."
"H-Hey!"
Seychelles laughed, grinning up at her boyfriend with a vibrant grin. England glared at her in annoyance for a few moments, but apparently her laughter was contagious, because he found himself smiling and laughing along with her.
Perhaps… Perhaps they could make this relationship thing work out after all.