America sat on his couch in thought. 'Does Seychelles not like me? I didn't mean to upset her.'
The rolling of thunder and lightning made him jump from his seat. He walked over to his window to see the rain pouring hard. It was really hard to see past the rain so America didn't even try.
"What's wrong Seychelles?" He asked aloud still staring as the rain fell.
All of a sudden the doorbell rang. Then it rang again …. And again, and again.
It annoyed America to heck how many times the doorbell rang. "I'm coming!" he growled.
Once he opened the door, a soaking wet Hungary burst through the door and grabbed him by the collar. "America! I'm gonna have to hit you with my frying pan!"
"No! Not the frying pan!" America pleaded.
"Then listen up!" Hungary demanded making America perk up his ears. "You made Seychelles cry!"
"What?" America asked, shocked. "I did?!" America thought back to when she called him. "Shit!"
"You have to go back to her and tell her you're sorry!" Hungary told him. "You don't have much time. England proposed to her!"
"He did what?"
"He proposed to her!" Hungary repeated, annoyed. "He asked her to marry him!"
America frowned, not only did he like her attitude but England proposed to the girl he loved!
"America, go find her." Hungary ordered releasing his collar.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" And with that America ran off into the harsh rain but immediately stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong now?!" Hungary asked.
"How do I get to her island? I don't have enough time to go to the airport!" America told her.
Hungary ran out next to him. "Follow me. I brought a private plane here."
"You could afford it?"
"Just shut up and come on!"
"When you've made your choice, you know where to find me," England had said.
'I'll be going to England huh?'
Seychelles clutched her packed bag and walked out her door. She slammed and locked it behind herself.
"Miss Seychelles!" the man who Seychelles recognized as Charles came running up to her. "Let me take that bag for you!" before she could answer he took it from her hands. "You know, Miss Seychelles, you could just leave at night when the rain stops."
Seychelles shook her head, holding her umbrella up high. "It's fine. I want to get there as soon as possible."
Charles without thinking twice, nodded and hurried ahead to the plane to set down her luggage. Seychelles kept walking with a face full of determination. "Good bye America," she said to herself silently.
"It's already morning!" America shouted in Hungary's ear. "We don't have enough time! What if she goes to tell England that she accepts his proposal before I can clear this misunderstanding?!"
"Would you stop yelling so loudly?!" Hungary shot back.
America leaned back in his comfortable seat that was placed across from Hungary's. "Stupid storm, making us have to wait and stop in Spain and he goes and pisses me off!" He muttered.
"So you don't like Spain?"
"Of course I don't! He always gets on my case about silly things!" America told her.
"Miss Hungary," Charles popped from the cockpit. "We'll be landing in five minutes."
"Thanks," Hungary said. She turned back to America. "America, get ready!"
"Yeah."
They looked out the window as the plane began to land and skidded across the runway. Once it came to a halt, America pushed past the flight attendance and jumped off the plane. As he ran he called back to Hungary. "I'm going on ahead!"
"Alright!" Hungary waved back and waited for her assistants to help her out.
America rushed to the boss' building and looked through every door. He even interrupted a few meetings. Just before he could leave he spotted Seychelles' boss. "Hey old man!" America yelled catching his attention. "Where is Seychelles?" he asked once he reached the man.
"Seychelles? Oh she's about to leave," he answered.
"Where to?"
"England," he replied. "She got proposed to. She has to go to give that weirdo named England an answer."
"Oh, crap! I have to hurry!" America shouted. "So where is she?"
"Did you come here by plane?" he asked. America nodded. "You passed her you idiot! She's on the other side of the plane's runway!"
"Are you serious? Thanks old man!" America was about to run off but then stopped. "Wait … did you just say England was a weirdo?" Seychelles' boss nodded making America hold his hand up towards him. "Up top, old man!"
Her boss slapped his hand back and once they were done with their high five, America took off after Seychelles. "Please don't tell me I'm too late! Hopefully Hungary notices!"
Hungary almost slipped on the wet cement. It was still raining and she had to find Seychelles fast but just as she was thinking that she noticed her … or was it her? She couldn't tell but Hungary was hoping it was her. She dashed off into the direction the girl was standing, praying it was her. "Seychelles!" Hungary shouted. "Seychelles! Sey-"
Once Hungary was close enough to see the lady clearly she knew it wasn't Seychelles. The lady was dressed in a uniform of some sort. She seemed like she was leading people onto a plane. Wait- she was leading Seychelles onto a plane. "Seychelles! Please, Seychelles!"
Seychelles faced Hungary's way as she heard her voice. "Hungary?"
Hungary was getting closer and closer. Her shoes almost fell off and she almost fell and broke her back but she didn't stop. She had to get to Seychelles. She just had to! Hungary thought she was going to die from exhaustion. It was such a long distance from where she was originally standing.
Just before Hungary could fall an energetic America caught her and carried her in his arms like a princess. "Don't give up on me yet, Hungary!"
Hungary smiled. "It's Big sis, Hungary and I think I have a fever," she told him.
"Man, when this is over with Austria is going to scold me. I'll just have to run away before he gets the chance!" America smirked. "Almost there!"
"We are?" Hungary looked up. They were really close now. "America let me down. I can walk."
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yep," she answered as he let her down. "Now go get Seychelles!"
America finally reached Seychelles with a staggering Hungary behind him. "Seychelles!"
Seychelles didn't know why she was still standing there. She saw them coming. She saw him coming. Why didn't she run? "W-What do you want?"
"You!" America replied, clutching her hands.
Seychelles was taken aback by his answer. "What do you mean?"
America, tired and out of breath tried to reply. "I want …. I want you …. Seychelles! I don't want anyone or anything else but you."
Seychelles at first didn't know what to say but then she found the words that she had been aching to say. "You say you want me but you don't act like it!" America was about to ask what she meant but before the words could leave his lips he knew what she was talking about.
"The phone call?"
"Yes, the phone call. What was that about anyway? Why did you not like me? Why did you hate me?"
"I didn't hate you!" America tried to explain. "I was freaking out okay? I was freaking out! I- I was really happy that you called me. I really was but …"
"But what?!" An angry and confused Seychelles yelled.
"I didn't know if you felt the same way," America said. "Not only that but I was planning on confessing soon. I even went to Big Sis, Hungary's house to get some advice."
Seychelles gave the face of a nonbeliever making America sigh.
"You don't believe me? That's fine. I don't have to give any excuses I just want to make things clear. I-I ….. I love you Seychelles. I really do. I've never loved anyone so much before, heck I;ve never loved anyone before period. When I was with you I didn't feel like the stupid America everyone and even I thought I was. I felt like America, Seychelles' best friend. And I fell even more in love with you the more I spent time with you." He paused to let all of it sink in. "I didn't know why I felt this way around you at first but now I know for certain. I love you. I love you so much."
He gazed into Seychelles eyes. She tried not to look at him. She didn't want to look but she made the mistake of doing so. She was entranced and immediately gave in. "America …" she sniffed. "I …. I love you too!" She sobbed. He could tell that the droplets on her face weren't raindrops, they were tears. "I love you, too. I love you more than you know!"
She continued to cry. "I'm sorry for being so stupid! I was just upset that you didn't want to be with me and I …. I'm sorry, America!"
America wasn't the best with comfort but decided all he could do was hold her in his arms and so he did. "No, I should be apologizing. I gave you the wrong idea. For that I suffered. I suffered the pain of thinking I would lose you."
A smile formed behind her tears. "Since when did you know the right things to say?"
"Well, I had a good teacher," he said winking at Hungary who was too busy trying to remember how she helped him in that sense. "And besides a man can get desperate, especially when he know the love of his life might turn herself over to another man."
Seychelles giggled. "You didn't have to worry about that."
"Huh?"
"You didn't have to worry. I wasn't going to accept England's proposal," she told him.
"Y-You weren't?!" he asked.
"No, of course not. I loved you so I couldn't bear to try to love someone else."
"But in the beginning of this chapter when you were getting on the plane you said, 'goodbye America'!"
"How would you know that?" Seychelles asked in suspicion.
"I have some ties to the author of this thing. She does live in America," he explained.
"You've been seeing another woman?!"
"No!" he denied. "She's not even older than twenty!"
Seychelles laughed. "Oh, sorry. I lost control again."
They stayed stuck together for a little while longer just admiring each other's hands and body. Hungary and the others left on Hungary's orders so it was just the two of them outside. No one could disturb them.
"Hey, Seychelles," he said, getting her attention. "Can I …. Can I kiss you?"
"Um …. Kiss me?" she repeated. "America, do you love me?"
"Yeah."
"Then of course," she replied with a smile.
He didn't need anything else. He pulled her closer and gently placed his lips on hers. It felt so good. Her lips tasted like some kinds fruit. America couldn't tell which one but whatever it was it sent him flying in his mind. Seychelles lifted her hands and grabbed his cheeks pulling their lips closer. It was soon a deep kiss and they didn't want to let the moment go.
Once they separated. Seychelles laughed randomly. "What's up?" an embarrassed America asked.
"This isn't our first kiss."
"What?"
"I thought you should know. I sort of …. I sort of kissed you while you were asleep the last time you were here."
"Are you serious?!" he asked. Seychelles nodded shyly. At first America didn't say anything but immediately burst out laughed like an idiot. He lifted her chin up and smiled. "Some bug huh?"
He kissed her again really quickly as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. They snuggled their nose together with smiles across their faces. "I love you Seychelles."
"I love you too America."
To the readers out there, there is one more chapter left and I'm probably gonna be done by tomorrow afternoon so come by and check and I hope you enjoyed this one!