The taxi ride was filled with a comfortable silence unless Seychelles asked about something. But what was plainly obvious was that Iceland was nervous out of his mind; his palms were sweaty and clammy and he kept tugging at his hair thinking it was a mess. Basically he was freaking out worse than a teenage girl on her first date but as he was freaking out he didn't notice a certain puffin slowly make his way to their guest. "Hey toots" Seychelles looked down at the bird and giggled "yes" "you like that punk over there right?" This caught the supposed "Punk's" attention "Mr. Puffin!" Victoria blushed and giggled as the two fought over the bird's bluntness, which was one of the things Seychelles liked about the Icelandic island he was stubborn but was a sweetie on the inside. She wanted that side all to herself; he was sweet like the licorice he ate all the time. "Hey Emil" he turned to her "y-yea?" he was surprised to suddenly feel a warm pair of lips on his. His eyes widen at the sudden contact but slowly closed his eyes and kissed back the kiss was short but sweet Iceland took notice that she tasted like sunshine, and Seychelles couldn't help but admire the fact he tasted cool and fresh like a bay.
"Um…you two we're here"
The two quickly separated from the new found voice and saw the taxi driver staring at them.
Sorry I cut this short because I'm working on crap for the new school year
