Canada's PoV
I stare at the girl sitting on the bed, next to me. Long black hair in two pigtails, hanging loose over her shoulders. As an African representative, she is also black. Her short blue summer dress ruffles as she shifts awkwardly because of the silence.
"Seychelles?" I say, staring into her hazelnut brown eyes.
I lean closer, placing my right and on top of her left. I place my left hand on the right side of her face.
I should tell her.
I lean closer. "Sister… I love you…"
Seychelles's PoV
I look at Canada sitting next to me. His blonde hair sits on his shoulders. His curl hangs in front of his eyes, which are framed by a pair of black glasses.
I stare at him, confused. We've been sitting in silence for a while now. His violet eyes look into mine.
I feel him place a hand on my left which is resting on the bed. His other hand is placed on the right side of my face.
What the? What is going on?
Matthew leans closer and says, "Sister… I love you…"
He leans closer still but I push him away.
"What do you mean you love me?" I say, standing up defensively. My left hand leaves the warmth of his right and my face feels cold again.
"I mean exactly that!" Matthew retorts, his pale skin going red at his cheeks. Not knowing what to do, he looks down and sorts his hoodie.
I always like what Matthew wears. Especially when he is wearing his red hoodie with jeans and sneakers. Like just now…
But that didn't stop me running away.