Seychelles had fallen asleep in class. She had started to snore when something hit her on the head. Blinking with sleepy eyes she looked up to see everyone staring at her and England standing in the front of the classroom. He glared at her, gesturing for her to follow. He left without even a word. Seychelles got up quickly, too quickly, and tripped over someone's bag. Closing her eyes, she prepared for a crash landing. But before she hit the ground, someone had their hands around her. "You were rescued by the awesomeness!" a strong arrogant, and slightly…scratch that, a lot cocky voice announced. Seychelles looked up, ugh. Its Prussia…"Yeah. I'm fine."
'Belarus can be seen hissing at Seychelles in the background'
Seychelles patted her uniform and pushed away, leaving Prussia standing there all happy like.
When she had gotten to the student council room, England was sitting there looking annoyed. "You took too long cur!". Seychelles mockingly curtsied and said in her best old English butler accent, "My apologies sir." He scowled and threw a book to the other side of the room, "fetch." Seychelles stood there dumbfounded, "Im not a dog. And I most certainly won't 'fetch' that book for you."
"Fetch!" England said louder.
"NO!"
"Get it now Seychelles!" He was straining to keep control. She walked up to his desk, "I'm not just going to get a book for you stupid! I'm not that stupid. You would have to be an idiot, or brain-dead to think that I woul-"England stood up and slapped her across the face, "YOU INSOLENT COUNTRY!You do as I say when I say it! No matter what it is!" He grabbed her collar and tightened it to the point of choking her. She wriggled and grabbed at it, gasping for air. England just continued, despite the struggle, "I say jump, you jump! I say get the book…YOU GET THE BOOK!" He threw her to the ground. She gasped and choked as the air entered her lungs again. Tears streaming down her face, she looked up at him. His eyes grew wide as he realized what he just did, "Seychel-"France barged through the door, his arms open. She saw him and took into his arms quickly. As her and France embraced, England and France had a stare down. "Spring break starts tomorrow Mon amour. Would you care to join me at my lovely home in Paris?" The Frenchman petted her messy hair.
"You may not go Seychelles! I forbid it. You are to stay here with me and work the length of the break!" England glared. Seychelles looked up disobediently, "Yes Papa, I will go home with you. I didn't have any plans anyway." She smiled at him, a big welt starting to creep up on her cheek. As she started to leave, England grabbed her hand. She pulled it away. Turning to him, without a word, she took off the collar and threw it at him. She then stomped out. France laughed, "My little one is not happy with you, pig."
"She's not yours and I won't be giving her back to you! So why are you taking her?"
"Because…" stated France, "By the time I'm done with her, you won't have a choice in the matter. She will be mine once more." England looked down at the collar, "I won't let you. I care for her more than you know France."
"ohhohoh? Tell that to her bruised face and collar burned neck. But if you truly think that you can keep her with you, Game On."
