Canada's PoV
I head down the stairs, old memories stirring up.
That green painted corridor... With the white carpet. How much time did I spend standing outside Seychelles's door, that one time, just wondering if I should go in and comfort her? I went in eventually though. Listened to her cry, complain, converse. I would probably go in this time but... It's my fault she's crying. My fault she's in her bedroom, crying her eyes out. Why did I do such a stupid thing?
I get to the bottom of the stairs and see France sitting down. His arms are flopped over the sides of the red armchair and his head is lolled to the side. His golden blonde wavy locks sat still until he raises his head to look at me.
"Mon cher, what is the matter?" He asks in his French accent.
"I um..." I really want to tell France, but... "It's nothing. Just a rejected confession."
"From whom, may I ask?" France probes.
"A girl..."
"Which girl~?"
"Er..." I have to tell him... He has a right to know... I can't not tell him but... I have to... "Seychelles..." I say, blushing. "She ran away from me though..."
"That's not a rejection, mon cher!" France says quite suddenly. "She is just simply surprised! You are her brother after all."
"But-"
"Even if she doesn't say yes, you'll still be friends! Iona had the same problem!"
"Um..." I look puzzled. "Whose that?"
"Huh? Have you never met her or have I never mentioned her?"
"Non."
"Oh well, you can meet her tonight then!"
"I... I can?"
"Oui! Iona and her brothers, Scotland and England, And America are going out drinking tonight at nine. I'm going with them."
"So what has this-"
"So you are going with me."
"What?"
"You can talk to Iona about this. She's been through a similar thing. She's still friends with her brothers, with whom she fell in love with."
"Really? Who was it?"
France laughs awkwardly and I automatically suspect something bad. "Who else than that drunkard, England." And I was correct...
"Oh well, you don't-" I start saying only to be interrupted by France yet again.
"I should cook dinner!" France gets up and heads into the kitchen. I sit down in the chair France occupied until a moment ago and sigh.
Will talking to this "Iona" really help?