At the end of the day America and Seychelles made their way up to the Sears tower.

Once they found a comfortable place in the tower to watch the city from they let out a sigh in unison making Seychelles giggle.

"I had a great time America," Seychelles told him.

"So did I!" America agreed. "It was funny when the old lady thought her back was broken!"

"Hey that's not nice!" Seychelles scolded. She sighed and looked out at the sunset. "It's so beautiful," she exclaimed with a smile.

He couldn't help to smile as well when he looked at her. "I'm glad."

Seychelles noticed his smile and blushed. "This is almost like a date."

America thought about it. "What's a date again?"

Seychelles feeling embarrassed answered, "When a guy and a girl who like each other hang out together while doing something fun."

"I guess it does fit the definition." He looked back at Seychelles. "Why is your face red? Are you ill?"

"N-no!" Seychelles shouted.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

America shrugged though he felt his face turn red as well. 'What's wrong with me?' He asked himself.

"So what was with those people back there?" America asked trying to change the subject.

"Huh?"

"You know they just started cheering for me," America explained.

Seychelles thought about it. "I think in America they consider people like you celebrities."

"Oh."

"Did it bother you?"

"No. It was just confusing."

Seychelles nodded but then noticed commotion from the ground. "Are they having a concert?!" She immediately grabbed America's arm, puling it closer to her. "Let's go see!"

America didn't answer making Seychelles worry until she noticed how close they were. 'Oh, no! Did I make him uncomfortable?!'

America blushed feeling her chest almost engulfing his arm. He didn't know what to do but for some reason it felt good.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Seychelles apologized jumping back.

America gave her a smile. "Its fine," he said though he felt disappointed.

The two made their way down to the surface and enjoyed the band that was holding the concert. Seychelles was enjoying herself so much but when she looked over at America she seemed sad. He wasn't happy at all. Knowing America she thought he would smile almost all day long.

America didn't know what was going on. Why did he feel so weird? When he saw Seychelles face he always smiled in delight. When she smiled at him he couldn't help but blush and when she touched him ….. oh, when she touched him, he felt as if he were in heaven.

Once day turned to night and everyone went home Seychelles and America made their way to Seychelles' rented out apartment. She insisted that she was fine going by herself but America insisted.

For the second time Seychelles said, "I enjoyed myself. But I'm really tired."

America nodded. "Yeah, me too."

"I think I love America!" She commented with a smile.

America blushed deeply. He knew she didn't mean him which disappointed him greatly but he couldn't help but turn red.

She turned her attention back to him. "So do you know if you dislike me or not?"

America was speechless at first but then answered. "I think I don't dislike you. Actually I know I don't dislike you. I really like you. It's just being with you is enjoyable and seeing your smiling face always turns me on …. Or something like that."

America noticed what he said and turned even redder then he already was along with Seychelles.

"I-I- I think I need something to drink."

He immediately dashed off leaving a trail of dust behind. Seychelles leaned against the brick building feeling very uneasy. 'That was just like a confession. He didn't even know me for that long either. But for some reason I feel the same way. My heart is beating fast and I can't stop blushing! What will happen when he gets back?!'

"Hey girlie."

Seychelles heard the voice but didn't know if it was directed to her or not. "Are you talking to me?" she asked facing five men who walked towards her.

"Yeah," the one in the middle replied.

She noticed they all wore black and two of them had hoods pulled over their heads. 'What's going on?'

The one with the Chicago's Bulls insignia on it came closer to her and felt her hair. "It's so soft."

"Hey don't touch my hair without my permission!" Seychelles shouted.

She suddenly felt a drop of water on her head.

"Damnit, Dan, it's raining," one of them with the hoodies said.

The one who Seychelles guessed was Dan chuckled. "Don't worry. We'll take her away before it starts pouring real hard."

"Take me away?!"

The Chicago Bulls guy grabbed her and carried her on his shoulder. With all her might she kicked his chest but that didn't seem to faze him. "Let go of me! Let go!"

Dan got into her face and caressed her chin. "Don't worry babe. It's not that bad. Once you get used to the business you'll be begging for more. They always do."

He felt his way to her dresses top and found her zipper.

"Stop it!" she growled as she felt him unzip her dress. "I said stop!"

"Temper temper," the other one with the hoody snickered.

"Dan stop playing. Someone might see us so we got to go!" the guy holding her warned.

"We got time," Dan reassured him. He felt her smooth skin. She obviously took care of herself which made him smile. "You got one fine body," he commented as he found her breasts.

Seychelles felt so violated and screamed. "Let me go!" she squirmed in the other guys' arm. She felt hot tears pour down her cheeks. She had never been in a situation like this and no one had touched her body like that. She didn't feel comfortable one bit and worried about what they would do to her.

America grabbed the soda from the vending machine and took a sip. "What is wrong with me?" he asked himself.

He couldn't stop the pounding in his chest. All he could think about was Seychelles. Speaking of Seychelles he had to get back to her. He ran way so quickly. Hopefully she didn't leave and get lost. America traced back his steps to where he left Seychelles and stopped in his tracks, dropping his soda to the ground. He furrowed his eyebrows in anger.

"Do know what we do to the girlies we find?" Dan asked Seychelles. "Do ya?"

"Please," she pleaded.

"We invade their privacy and use their bodies for our own entertaining. No one even stops us. We can get away with it so easily. People like you are only tools! Trash! Girlies like you are so weak and can't do anything but listen to what we say!"

"SHUT UP!" An angry America slammed his body into Dan making the man fall to the ground. "You have no right to say that! You don't know Seychelles!"

"Hey!" One of the men with a hoody on shouted. He pulled out a pistol but before he could shoot America punched him as hard as he could sending the man flying. America picked up the fallen gun and shifted his body towards the other two. The other guy with a hoody charged at America pulling loose punches that America kept dodging. America grabbed the man's arm and pointed the gun at Dan who was getting up and shot at him making Dan fall to the ground again. America swiftly tossed the gun aside and punched the man in the hoody.

"What the-?!"

America ran towards the Chicago Bulls guy and kicked him down to the ground. As the man fell America caught Seychelles in the air and set her down just in time to kick the man a last time but this time towards the sky. As the man came crashing down Dan steadily got to his feet for the third time. He dug into his pocket and flicked out a knife.

"Don't come any closer!" Dan warned.

America didn't say anything, only stepped closer.

"I'm warning you!" shouted Dan. Dan glanced at Seychelles and instead charged at her. America noticed this and immediately stepped in front of her and punched the man in the gut before he could ever touch her. "How dare you try to rape Seychelles!" Dan fell to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth. America stared for a while making sure he didn't get up. Once he was sure Dan was down for the count he turned towards Seychelles' amazed face.

She had heard from England that America was strong but … "That was unbelievable!"

"Thanks … I guess but I shouldn't have been talking. "I said he didn't know you but I don't know you that well either."

Seychelles shook her head. "That doesn't matter." She blushed. "Thank you for saving me."

"Well, I am the hero!" America shouted in triumph. He looked back at her and blushed. "You might want to fix your dress."

Seychelles followed his stare and noticed most of her naked body was being shown. "Oh! That's so embarrassing! Not to mention now the inside of my dress is wet!"

"Oh, yeah!" America remembered. "I almost forgot it was raining."

She giggled about his forgetful mind.

"Seychelles, are you sure you're alright?" America asked. "You probably felt violated."

She smiled. "It's fine, now that America's here!"

America turned around trying to hide his red face. "Let's get going."

"Yeah."

The two made their way towards the apartment. Once they were at the Comfort Home, if America remembered correctly, they found their way to her room which was on the second floor.

"Well, this is it," Seychelles announced opening the door and hiding her key into her hand bag.

The room was painted a tan like color with one bed and a kitchen on the far side.

"You can come in and dry off," she suggested. "I have some towels! Hold on!"

America sat on the bed as Seychelles went to find towels. When she came back, she handed America a huge white one and sat down next to him as she dried her hair.

He brushed the towel through his hair ruffling it up. Seychelles laughed at how funny it looked. "Oh, sorry."

America smiled but then placed it back to the way it was. He unbuttoned his shirt and wrapped his towel around him. Seychelles blushed at this but America didn't seem to notice as he used a small part of the towel to dry off his glasses.

"Look Seychelles," America began sliding his glasses back on. "In America, it isn't always safe. So if you ever come back don't walk around without someone with you, alright?"

"America, that was a onetime thing. It'll probably never happen again."

"No. It wasn't a onetime thing," he disagreed. "It happens a lot so please be careful next time you come alright?"

"But-"

"Alright?" Seychelles didn't answer. "I thought you were seriously going to be taken away for good."

Seychelles nodded. Seeing this he placed his forehead onto hers. "Please?"

"Sure," she answered, closing her eyes. They stayed like that for a while, forgetting about the rest of the world. "America?" Seychelles opened her eyes. "America?" she asked lifting up his head to see his eyes closed as well. "Are you asleep?! How could you sleep during a moment like this?!"

She sighed but then quickly laughed. "You are so weird."