A heart of ice
Chapter 2
i own nothing! fyi: my chapters most likely will all be short like this, sorry
~aru
I was shocked. This confident, beautiful girl was dying? I turned around and looked her over. She had at first seemed perfectly healthy, but now i noticed her gauntness and her tired eyes. It pained me to see this happen to someone so young and innocent. I stand from my seat, about to speak when England shouts "That's Unacceptable!" France looks at england with a look of curiosity. But wait, did i see something else in his eyes? a bit of loneliness, perhaps. I would know, i am well acquainted with that feeling.
The meeting ended there. Everyone went on to talk with eachother, but i wanted to talk to Seychelles. England appears to have the same idea, but he is caught by france before he could approach her. "What he said is true, da?" I ask. She looked away, ashamed. i caught a glimpse of sadness in her muddy brown orbs. "Yes". "Don't worry. I'll be your friend, da? Then i can protect you" i tell her, nervous. I hoped so much that she would at least accept my friendship. Make me a little less alone.
"Thank you, Ivan." She replies, smiling. I smile down at her, she looked adorable with that cute little blush on her cheeks. Someone coughs, i turn around and see England standing behind me. "Arthur, a pleasure to meet you, love" he says, extending a hand to shake hers. She takes his hand and shakes it "Michelle" she answers. "I hope Ivan here isn't scaring you too much. He has a bad reputation, frightens almost every bloody person here" England tells her. now i can tell he has noticed my behavior towards her. He was trying to drive her away from me.
"Thank you, but no thank you. I can decide what i think about people on my own" she says with sarcasm, turning tail and walking away. "Coming, Ivan?" She asks. "Da" i reply. I had not expected her to stand up for me, let alone, leave england standing there like that. Her blue skirt swished as she walked, and i started to imagine what it would be like to walk with her on a sandy beach. I imagined her looking at me, blushing. A sweet smile was upon her features, and she no longer appeared sick. She ran into my arms, and i picked her up and twirled her around. I crashed my lips against her soft, youthful ones.
"Ivan." She muttered, her voice was soft, beautiful. "IVAN?" She spoke louder. "IVAN! ANYONE IN THERE?!" It was then that i plummeted back down to earth from my fantasy. I opened my eyes to see her waving her hand frantically in front of my face. "ups! Izvinite!" I quickly apologize. I blush. My daydream was almost out of hand there. Chewing my lip nervously, i continue to follow her. "So where are we going?" I ask impatiently.
She stops, she turns around to look at me. "I just needed to get away from him. I cant stand when people make stabs at eachother out of ignorance" she says. "I can see it in your eyes, it's hurting you. It tears you apart when people treat you this way" Seychelles says, sympathy in her voice. It was incredible, she read me like an open book. "Michelle... How do you-" "know these things?" She asks. "Simple... People have always judged me before they knew me too."
