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Chapter two
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The driver pulled up the large Japanese Shrine with a huge sign that read "HANAMI" across it. We are here. The driver parked the car in the front of the shrine and stepped out.
"Messier, Madam, we have arrived." The driver opened the door for France and Seychelles.
"Well I was just saying, their…creepy." France laughed as he stepped out then turned to help Seychelles.
"I know Francis, but it's mean." She giggled as she took France's hand. Somehow their conversation had strayed on to England eyebrows.
The driver turned to France. "Monsieur, please call me when you are ready to leave." The driver parted as soon as Japan came up to them to greet them outside.
Japan in his traditional Kimono bowed and welcomed them both inside of the shrine.
"Konnichiwa France-san and Seychelles-chan." He stared at them for a moment, then noticed Seychelles becoming uncomfortable.
"Gomen nasai, I was just admiring your kimonos, such nice colors and designs." Japan bowed apologetically and continued.
"Welcome to the Cherry blossom Festival I am glad you have decided to join me." Japan led them through the open pathway of the shrine, so they could look at the cherry blossom trees as they passed.
What a beautiful tree the aroma smells so sweet; almost like…Francis's cologne.
Seychelles blushed as she bumped into Francis embarrassed she looked up and saw they had stopped at a huge wooden gate.
"Please come this way, there are a lot of people here already, but I am still preparing so if you will excuse me."
Japan pulled opened the gate entrance of the festival.
"Please take part in any of the various games, there is still more to come so please enjoy yourselves."
Japan waved good bye as he went back to the shrine.
Seychelles looked in awe at the lanterns and decorations put up. France too stood in awe, but he was looking, at Geisha.
No way! I've always wanted to try one of those, and with Francis here I bet he'll be good at it, we're going to have so much fun!
"Francis look, it's one of those fish scooping games." She grabbed France's hand, pulling him out of his flirtatious gaze, and headed towards it. "Let's go get some prizes France." France followed behind closely trying not to get lost in the crowd. He looked over at many booths and saw as they walked by America and England supposedly having "fun".
"Hey man, I bet you $10 can't beat me at this cork shooting game" He boasted as he aimed the toy gun.
"You git, as if I would ever lose to you." In frustration England picked up the cork and let it wildly rip through the air. Unfortunately for England it bounced, off of the toy , hit the vendor , and earned England some pretty dirty looks as the vendor handed the toy to him anyways. England smiled triumphantly and waved the toy plane in America face.
"Whatever man, beginners luck watch how a hero does it!"
France laughed as they continued on and turned to see what other Nations had arrived already.
Vash and Lilli were there, he was holding her cotton candy as she tried to throw a ring over a toy.
"Big brother! I got it." She smiled as the vendor gave her the oversized bear which her brother immediately carried for her.
Turning his head towards some strange music France could see Belgium and Spain were on a stage with a karaoke machine.
"Come on Amigo it's fun." Spain on stage held out his hand to Romano, only to be rejected and watch as he turned around crossing his arms in agitation. .
"As if…Tomato bastard."
"Please Lovino~." Clasping the mike, Belgium begged him to come on stage.
"…Okay." Romano jumped on the stage and knocked Spain out of the way, in his attempt to get closer to Belgium.
"Francis look!" Seychelles regained his attention as they approached the fish game. "Here ya go." She smiled as she bent down and took two scoops, handing one to Francis they began to fish. They both laughed as the small fish quickly dodged their attempts at catching them. France bent over the bar and was close to catching a fish when something poked his back.
"What the?" He turned his head to see what it was and was face to face with a monster, or rather Prussia in a mask. Regardless it still scared France quite a bit, and he fell over the railing landing in the fishing pool.
Seychelles stood up surprised that France had fallen in and Prussia laughed and removed his mask.
"I can't believe you fell in, awesome right, west?" Germany only shook his head shamefully at him.
"Francis…" Seychelles began.
From where he sat she looked like she was about to burst into tears or start to yell at him for possibly hurting the fish but instead she just laughed. "Francis, there are fishes in your hair!"
France didn't even notice the fishes flopping wildly about and laughed as the vendor took them off his head and bagged them.
"Let me help you Francis." Seychelles stretched her hand over the bar but Francis refused he didn't want her to accidentally fall in and, Prussia was still behind her. France got out himself and glared Prussia down as the vendor handed the fish bags to Seychelles.
"Allemagne, cher, control your brother he is ruining the fun."
Germany was about to say something but Prussia interrupted him.
"You should thank me, with out me, that game wouldn't have been nearly as awesome." Prussia laughed as he ran away to scare others, Gilbird and Germany following behind him. Gilbert was attempting yet another scare, this time targeting a certain Austrian, but a certain Hungarian smashed him in the face breaking the mask in two and ending his charade, for now. France laughed at Prussia's pain and then turned back to Seychelles. I should take these wet clothes off, I brought my rose… but…I made a promise.
"I think I will go buy some new clothes, you want to come?"
"If, I can help you pick something out." Something a bit calmer.
France took Seychelles's hand and approached a kimono vendor through the crowds.
"Hey you, come get the best clothes made in china, sold right here in Japan, aru!" China waved his long sleeve, like a flag at the passing crowds.
"Hong Kong get out there and model so we can get customers…Jackie-Chan would do it." China went inside and pushed Hong Kong through the curtains.
"Yes, Sensei." Hong Kong walked out in front of china's booth and began to model Chinese dresses, a bit.
"Wow, Hong Kong, you look…nice in that." Seychelles smiled and went on inside.
Hong Kong frowned. This is a degrading, I think I'd rather be naked. Hong Kong stopped modeling and started to debate whether or not if he should strip to nothing.
Poor guy. France passed him without saying anything and went dripping into china's booth after Seychelles.
"Aiya! YOU, get out, you're leaking everywhere!"
"Would you rather moi just got naked?" France stood trying to untie his kimono.
China picked up an empty bottle of shirozake and started to throw it at him, but stopped.
"Well, what do you want?" Frustrated he sat behind a desk and started to count yen "I hope you're here to buy something."
Seychelles appeared in front of china, setting her fishes on his desk she replied.
"Hi Yao, I need to get an outfit for France please." She beamed a bright smile at him between her two fish bags .
Blushing China looked at the fish and smiled. "You can buy them, but will he actually stay in them?"
"Oh he will, I'll make sure of it." Seychelles and China laughed as he led her to the men's section of the booth. A moment later Seychelles was waving goodbye to China and leaving the booth with Frances.
"Great business Aru~ Have fun at the rest of the games.".
France modeled his new, and simple, Chinese Kimono given to him by Seychelles.
"I'm glad you like it." Seychelles turned around and watched as he strutted to her.
"I'd love anything given to me by my beloved Seychelles." He took her hand and gentle kissed it. "Thank you ma cherie."
"Oh! Francis, um...you're welcome." She quickly pulled away and headed towards a less crowded area. I hope that doesn't bother her too much.
While following after her he happened to notice a few signs poking out of the grass. Being that they stood on a stick taller than Seychelles she completely ignored them and walked on, but they just so happened to catch Francis's eye.
"Ohhonhonhon~ there is a fashion show going on, would you like to see it. I think we should…"
"Hello…little girl."
France stared up at the signs admiring the various models that had been plastered up and continued talking. Seychelles, however had turned away looking for the source of the crackling old voice through the small crowd that passed by.
"Yes?"
Did someone call me? Confused because no one had approached and everyone was gone she began to turn around.
"Yes, you, would you like to have your palm read?"
There it is again?
Seychelles looked around and suspected the voice was coming from the booth directly across from her. It was a strange booth different from the others, covered with dark cloths and beads. Even the entrance had an ominous appeal with its glowing green cat eye picture that stared down at anyone who entered. Still Seychelles walked into it somewhat intrigued as the curtain opened itself and let her in.
"So you do want your fortune told to you?"
Seychelles looked down at the old Japanese lady sitting behind a small table in the middle of the room. Her long silver hair extended over her shoulders and continued to run and overlap in tangled bunches on the floor at her feet. She slowly tapped a crystal ball sitting on the table covered with a huge draping black clothe. With her small, yet unusually long fingers she motioned for her to come. Seychelles was amazed at how Japan could set up such a booth with such a mystical feel to it, although the only thing in it was a woman with a glowing ball on a table, the thick white fog drifted around her feet was a nice touch.
"I would love to have my fortune told!" She smiled as she approached the woman.
"Sit, sit, are you accompanied by your lover?
Seychelles blushed as she pulled the old brown stool from under the table, and thought about France outside the tent.
Why am I thinking about Francis, he just my friend I happened to come here with?
"So you are with your lover!"
"He's just a friend!"
The woman cackled to herself as she reached out for Seychelles's hand.
"Let's see what your fortune is little girl."
The old woman smiled as she placed her own hand over Seychelles and closed her eyes. She traced the veins in Seychelles's hand with her fingers, sending chills up her spine.
How is she doing that, her eyes are closed…wow.
She continued to stare in awe as the ball on the table began to glow blue brightly and the woman continued to trace the lines over and over on her hand. Suddenly she stopped and the crystal ball glowed a dark red.
"You are filled with a fairly large amount of good luck, you are creativity, and you have ...an innocent heart."
"Mon amor" France whispered into Seychelles's ear surprising her, she bump the table with her knee. Slowly the crystal ball rolled off the table.
"Francis!"
The fortune teller opened her eye's in shock as she saw Francis leap to catch the ball. No.
France caught it just as it crashed to the floor but still a large crack began to make itself around the ball. Francis stood up and watched in wonderment as a white light shined from the crack in the ball.
"Come with me, quickly!" The old woman pulled Seychelles from the table and ran to the far side of the room, confused she could only followed. The light coming from inside the ball began to shine as bright as the sun blinding them as the fortune teller wrapped her arms around Seychelles pulling her to the ground. "Hold still!" Thankfully, the fortune teller had pulled the black cloth from the table and was now desperately trying to cover them both with it. "Don't look into the light."
"Wait, let me go, what's happening, what's going on?." Seychelles struggled to get away from the woman but she was surprisingly strong, holding her down so she couldn't get away.
"No, Francis is still over there!" She yelled for him as the woman covered her head with the cloth.
"It's too late, you can't save him now."
Even through the dark cloth Seychelles could see the bright flash. Covering her eyes she heard the shattering of glass, and tried to make out if she could hear Francis but instead a loud explosion rang through her ears. The fortune teller protected Seychelles, clasping onto her as the blast blew them back though the booth and into the grass outside.
Dazed Seychelles lay on her back, the fortune teller, unconscious lie next to her, looking up she saw the prettiest fire works flying across the sky as the black cloth from earlier slowly floated down and landed on top of them covering them. Her world became darker as she lost consciousness underneath it. Francis? Are you okay?
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