Hey everyone! I reread my chapter 3 for the fourth time and FINALLY realized that I had made a mistake. I said that there were five guys walking up to her but I only mentioned and had America beat up four. Oopsie! My bad. I'm really sorry.

Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

("Hope you enjoy" should be my new catch phrase from now on ...what do you think? I think i say it too often.)

"It's the beach!" America shouted. "It's almost like California!"

They were now on Seychelles' island .

"Haven't you been here before?" Seychelles asked. "When you were abandoned."

America nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't get a chance to roam around and go site seeing."

He immediately unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants and all that was left was his boxers. Quickly, America ran towards the water and once the water was up to his waist he dipped in, back first, and enjoyed the cool, clear ocean water.

Seychelles watched him and sat by the shore and was surprised to see his head pop up a few seconds later. He trudged over to her and grabbed her arm. "Come with me," he demanded.

"A-America …. What are you doing?" Seychelles asked as they got closer to the water. "Are you making me get in there?"

He did not reply but smiled giving Seychelles an answer.

"Oh, no you don't!" she yelled trying to pull away. "I don't have a swimming suit on! America!" But it was too late. She was already in. As they got deeper and deeper Seychelles gave up and let him drag her.

America let go of her. "See it's so cool! I LOVE the ocean!"

Seychelles smiled. "Of course it's cool. The ocean is a great and wondrous place," she said dipping in deeper along with America. She swam on her back for she didn't know how long and it didn't concern her anymore that her flower dress was wet. She just stared up at the sky thinking about how nice it felt until she accidently bumped into America and lost her ability to float.

America reached into the water and grabbed her arms, pulling her head out from the water. "Whoa, sorry about that!" he exclaimed with a smile.

Seychelles blushed as she felt his wet chest on her hand. She also noticed she was practically in his arms and at the same time felt a chill go up her spine. "I-It's so cold!"

"I thought an islander like you would get used to the ocean water.

Seychelles knew that the chill she felt was from being in America's arms but she did not want to reveal that so she just sighed. "I guess I haven't gone swimming in a while."

"Oh, really?" Now America felt bad for dragging her out into the water. "You can go back if-"

"NO!" Seychelles shouted cutting off America's sentence. "I-I mean I like the water when it's cold too."

America just shrugged it off and placed her feet back on the ocean's sand. "Are you sure? There is a lot of seaweed."

Seychelles laughed. "It's alright. I'm used to seaweed. It can get in my hair or even in my clothes but it doesn't hurt me a bit!"

"Oh," was America's only response. America splashed into the water and as he came up Seychelles spotted the green mushy stuff in his hand. "Since you're so accustomed to it … Did I say that right? Since you're so accustomed to it and you don't care if it gets in your hair can I have the honor of placing it there?"

"I-In my hair?!" Seychelles gasped but before she could resist America planted a handful of seaweed in her brown hair.

"Wow that looks good on you."

Seychelles laughed but was still pretty angry. "Get it out at once!"

America nodded. "Alright," he said and immediately splashed water onto her. The water trickled down her body washing away some of the seaweed.

"I didn't mean get water in my face!" Seychelles complained.

"Well you said at once," America reminded her.

"You could've pulled them out."

"That thought never crossed my mind!" America began to chuckle.

Seychelles gathered all the strength she could muster into her arms and hands. She swooped up some of the water and splashed it into America's face.

America stopped but began to laugh again. "You splash like a girl!"

"I am a girl!"

"S~U~R~E~!"

Seychelles and America splashed each other over and over again until Seychelles got tired and swam back to shore. A few minutes later America followed. Seychelles went back to her house and got them some towels and after that America met Seychelles boss who was fishing near the dock.

"Seychelles, why are you wet?!" her boss asked surprised.

"Oh, America and I went swimming. It was fun," Seychelles explained squeezing the water out of her dress.

Her boss shifted towards America who stood there smiling. "Hi! I'm America!"

"Oh, so you have become friends," the boss concluded. "That's nice. Well, you two have fun. Don't do anything stupid alright?"

Seychelles and America turned around but quickly the boss said, "Hold on, America."

"Yeah?"

"Are you staying a night?"

"Yep."

Her boss nodded and went on with his fishing. America was confused by his behavior but nonetheless kept walking. "hey Seychelles, I get the feeling your boss doesn't like me."

Seychelles looked back at her boss and then to America. "No, not at all. He doesn't hate you."

America thought about it. "I guess."

Once night came, the two decided to watch the fireworks that were being set off. It was a perfect night for them too. Seychelles picked the sandy hill to sit. America agreed without any complaints.

"Look at that one!" Seychelles burst out as a green and yellow firework exploded in the night sky forming the unique shape of a star. "And that one!"

Seychelles shouted after everyone. She was happy to see the fireworks tonight. She was even more, happy that she was seeing the fireworks with America.

America knew the wonderful fireworks in the sky were cool but for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off Seychelles. She was just so dazzling. Whenever he was around Seychelles it was hard for him to look away. Seychelles was usually smiling and she was also very nice. She had the most beautiful brown hair America had ever seen and her eyes were like magnets, always pulling America's attention.

'I still don't get it!' America thought to himself. 'This is so confusing! I think I seriously am sick! All I ever think about is Seychelles and I feel that I would give up most of my time to be with her. It's so frustrating. Not only that but when I look at her my heart just skips a beat.'

He tried to understand this phase he was going through but he didn't know Seychelles was thinking the same thing at the time.

'What the heck! Why do I keep shouting at the fireworks?! Is it because I'm nervous? Is that it? Is America making me nervous?! Could I possibly- No Seychelles this is crazy! You have never been in love before. But for some reason I can't get him out of my mind. Is he a sorcerer?!' Seychelles almost laughed at what she was thinking. 'Get real Seychelles. He's not a sorcerer. Just except it. You're in …. In ….'

"I'm in … in …"

"Huh?" America broke away from his thoughts and repeated himself. "Huh? Seychelles did you say something?"

Seychelles blushed deeply. "Oh, nothing!"

They both sighed at the same time making them look at each other.

"Hey America?" Seychelles began. "Do have someone you like?"

America nodded. "Yeah. I have a lot of people I like."

"No, no, I mean like …. Like-like."

"I don't think I understand."

"Do you have someone you're in love with?" she asked.

America didn't have the answer to that. "I-I don't know."

Seychelles just looked back up at the fireworks but she was actually disappointed. She fell over onto America, her head resting on his shoulders.

"M-May I?" she asked blushing.

"S-sure," was all America could say. He was also blushing but remained calm, not wanting to alarm Seychelles.

"I feel so comfortable," she commented as she closed her eyes.

He nodded looking up at the sky. "You're really comfortable," he told her.

She snickered but quickly stopped, feeling too tired to do anything else. America shifted his gaze back at her. "Seychelles?" No answer. "Seychelles? Are you asleep?" Still no answer. "Did I rub off on her? I mean seriously, I should be the one sleeping now."

All he did was sigh and lay down on his back, lowering Seychelles with him. Soon they were huddled together. "Goodnight," was the last thing America said that night.

Seychelles woke up first, feeling well rested. The beach was oddly empty and no one was in sight leaving Seychelles puzzled. After a few seconds she realized her position in America's arms. "Why do I always end a day with him like this?"

She lifted his arm that was rested on her waist but before she could set it back down it grabbed her again. She was practically stuck to America. She tried moving it again but America's arm would not give in.

"I'm so comfortable," an unconscious America mumbled. "Stop taking my bear!"

Seychelles giggled and again tried to lift up his arm. This time he rolled on his side bringing Seychelles along with him. She felt so trapped. Now both arms were wrapped around her. Her face turned red and she didn't know how to escape his grasp. She looked up and saw America's sleeping face so close to hers.

'What do people normally do at times like this?!' Seychelles calmed down finally, relaxing her shoulders and feeling America close to her. 'Now that I think about it, he's really cute when sleeping. Just like a baby. And bear? Did he have a teddy bear? He really is adorable.'

Seychelles' eyes narrowed onto his lips which made Seychelles freeze up. She for some reason had the uncontrollable desire to reach up to them and plant them onto hers. Oh, how great that would feel. To feel his lips on hers was one of those dreams that Seychelles thought would never come true. But they were so close. If she had the guts she would kiss him right away.

'But if kissed him now …. Wouldn't that make me seem like a terrible person, attacking him in his sleep like that?' she asked herself. She kept thinking about how great it would be to have one make out session with America but she tried to control herself. 'Stop it Seychelles! Don't think dirty things like that!'

She couldn't help but keep staring which made her desire grow at an alarming rate. 'Crap!' she thought. 'M-Maybe one kiss wouldn't hurt. N-No. I can't! I just can't-!'

But before she knew it she had lifted her head a kissed his lips. Seychelles' fears drifted away immediately as if they were on a current. It felt so good. Seychelles stayed that way until she was out of breath she was about to let go when all of a sudden she felt America begin to move.

Seychelles knew he would spot her so she immediately stopped and pretended to be asleep in his arms.

Once America's eyes opened he sat up to see Seychelles right there. "Seychelles?"

She opened her eyes and let out a fake yawn. "Yeah?"

"Oh, uh, nothing," America blurted. He touched his lips and then faced her. "Do you know if some bug landed on my mouth?"

Seychelles frowned. "I don't know." She was very angry that America thought of her kiss as a disgusting experience.

America shrugged. "It was probably a bug. That bug felt awfully good though." He turned back to Seychelles. "Hey, Seychelles, your face is red."

She stood up. "Oh, really?" She fidgeted a little. "America, did that bug feel really good?"

America nodded. "Yeah, pretty weird right?"

"Would it be alright for that bug to land on you again?" she asked.

Before America could answer she kissed his cheek gently and ran off.

"I've got to go to the bathroom! See you!" she shouted.

America sat there, his face completely red. "W-What did she mean by that?"

Yeah! Another chapter finished. Finally! Well cam't wait to post my next one! Until then!