Hungary's words replayed over and over in his head. America didn't seem to gather the courage to see Seychelles again and especially after he remembered what her boss had said before he left the island.

"Boy, I swear on the sea that if you ever do anything to hurt Seychelles, you are dead meat," her boss threatened smoothing out his mustache.

America stared at him puzzled. "What do you mean old man? Why would I hurt Seychelles?"

"If you don't know then just forget it," he groaned walking away. "You'll see for yourself."

'Now, I understand what the old man was saying,' America thought.

"Oh, America."

England's voice broke through his thoughts. "England?"

The man stood there looking at America like he was some out of this world creature. "I've been looking for you for days. Where were you?"

"At Seychelles' place."

"A-At her place?!" England asked again, turning red. "You mean her island right?"

Understanding what England's first thought, America blushed. "Duh!"

"Oh, I see. Why were you over there?"

"So we could …. So we could ….. Become friends," America replied but bit his lip. Why was it so hard for him to say that?

"To become friends," England repeated.

"What's wrong?" asked America.

"N-nothing!" England shouted noticing that he was spacing out. "Oh, yes! I was trying to tell you that ….. I … um …. I lost my glasses and I can't seem to find them. Have you seen them around or something?"

"No," America replied. "Dude, since when did you start wearing glasses?"

"None of your beeswax!" He shouted and ran off.

"What's wrong with him?" America asked himself. "I wonder if he's got another cold."

Just then America's phone rang, playing the One Direction song again. "Hello?" he answered.

"America!" Seychelles voice yelled. "How have you been?"

"Seychelles?" America was startled. "When did you get a cellphone?"

She giggled. "Before I left America. It's wonderful! I can do all sorts of things with it!"

"That's nice, Seychelles," was all America could muster. "So what's up?"

"Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again!"

When America heard this, his mind started racing.

'What the heck? So soon? It's only been eighteen hours since we last saw each other! At least I think it's been eighteen hours. Does she like hanging out that much? Wait …. Time out in the field! Does she want to hang out so much because she likes me? In the like-like sense? No America, stop getting your hopes up. It's not possible. She couldn't like me. Could she? What do I do?'

America was taking so long to answer that she thought he hung up. "America?"

"Oh, sorry!" America apologized, getting back to his senses. 'Since when do I apologize, either?' "D-Don't you think we've been hanging out too much? It's only been a day since we last saw each other. Shouldn't we take a break?"

This time America thought she hung up. She didn't say anything at all.

"Seychelles?"

"I see," Seychelles murmured quietly. "Well, I can see you're tired of hanging out with me so I'll just hang up," she tried to say normally. America could hear her stuttering. "Okay, well, I'm hanging up now. Good bye America."

"Hold on! Seychelles, I didn't mean that I was tired of-" Before he could finish, Seychelles hung up. America was left in silence, except for the beeping of the phone. "What the heck … that's not what I meant."

It had already been three hours since Seychelles had been turned down. She just stared up at her house's ceiling. Her tears were already dried up by this time. 'I guess I really did love him,' she thought to herself. 'But now-'

The doorbell rang. When she didn't answer it, the doorbell rang again. "Seychelles?"

"England?" She stood up from her couch. She ran to the kitchen and splashed water on her face and dried it with a towel to make her look fresh and new. She finally answered the door and faced the neat suited England standing at her door step.

"Um, Seychelles, I," England began. "I was wondering …." From behind his back he pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "Here!"

Seychelles stared at him, startled. She looked back at the flowers. "Are these for me?"

"SEYCHELLES!" Hungary came busting into her house like a wild animal. "I'm here!" she chimed.

She saw Seychelles already in the set up kitchen. "Ah, there you are!"

Seychelles didn't say anything as Hungary dropped her bag on the table and kept talking. "You know, I'm so happy you asked me to help you make these today." Hungary shuffled to the sink to wash her hands. "Guess what? America drop-"

"Please stop," Seychelles said, face hanging down like a dead plant. "Please, no more about America," she begged lifting her head up to reveal a swollen eyed Seychelles.

"Seychelles!" Hungary ran over to her and hugged her tight. "What's wrong? You look terrible."

"America …. I don't think he shares my feelings," Seychelles murmured.

Hungary was confused by this. "What do you mean?"

"Well … H-he turned me down. I asked if he wanted to hang out with me and he declined," She explained.

"Maybe-"

"No!" Seychelles shouted. "I could hear it through the phone. He sounded annoyed with me!"

Hungary clenched her fist. "He did?"

Sychelles gave a slight nod making Hungary frown. "That bastard!" she looked back at Seychelles and forced a smile. "It's alright, Seychelles."

They stood there in the kitchen, both thinking different thoughts but held on to each other tightly. "England proposed to me."

"W-what?!" Hungary thought she heard wrong.

"England … He proposed to me," Seychelles repeated quietly.

A shocked Hungary asked, "Like a marriage, alliance?"

"Yeah," Seychelles grunted.

Hungary released Seychelles and held her shoulders. "Don't worry Seychelles! Big sis, Hungary is going to make things right!"

"Huh?"

Before Seychelles could ask what she was talking about, Hungary bolted out the door and ran to her private plane. She quickly had them take off and head a coarse to America. Once Hungary was seated she just couldn't stop moving. She tapped the chair's arm in annoyance. "That idiot, America!"