Seychelles's PoV

I slowly open my eyes and look around. In the room is the bed I'm on, a cabinet to my right, machines connected up to me on my left and chairs at the end of my bed. I think I see figures in the chairs and try to focus but I can't see properly because I'm lying down.

I hear voices and I look at the door which is on my left. In comes a doctor and Iona. They are talking. Iona and the doctor smile at me when they see I'm awake.

The doctor comes over, Iona close behind, and says, "Miss Bonnefoy, is it?"

I just blink at him, not used to people using my human name. "Oui," I say at last. I'm shocked at my voice. It sounds harsh and croaky and hurts to speak.

"You were saved from a burning building," the doctor then continues. "The have some bad burns on your limbs and neck but your face didn't get burned so badly. They'll heal almost completely. They'll only be minor scars left."

The doctor has continued talking about skin grafts and my limbs but I'm not listening. I'm just happy that I won't have to have my face remodeled. The doctor leaves and I look at Iona and smile, but it hurts.

"You shouldn't smile, Sesel," Iona says, smiling at me. "But maybe it's impossible. Those two have been asleep for ages." She points to the figures in the chairs. "Oh, and Francis will be here soon. He's just getting some of your clothes for you."

"Thank you Iona…" I say gratefully. I really like Iona. I saw her a lot when England took me as his colony. She was always trying to stop both him and Ian stop their habits. I guess she never succeed.

"It's no problem. You're also still gonna be kept in a bit longer too. Well… more than a bit," she says. "Not sure how long… Anyway I'm going to catch up on sleep. You should rest too."

Iona goes over and sits next to the sleeping figures. I put my head down again and close my eyes, drifting slowly into a deep sleep.

Canada's PoV

I yawn as I open my eyes. I feel something heavy on my shoulder and look. Iona's head is there. I hold Iona up as I stand and lay her head on America's knee. I look at Seychelles. I walk over to the right side of her bed and look at her.

Even though she's hurt badly… I still think she's beautiful.

Seychelles then groans and opens her eyes slowly. She looks up at me. "Canada…?"

"Oui, I'm here," I reply to her.

"Iona told me everything… and… while you and France were out, I thought about everything. I thought about my feelings towards you…"

"Well… while I was out with France… I talked to Iona, who had had the same problem. She told me that I should talk about it with you and no matter what happens, to stay friends with you."

Seychelles pushes herself up a bit and I help her sit up a bit more. I put down the rail on the side of the bed and hop up and sit roughly where her waist is.

Seychelles then says something. "Canada, lean close please." I lean closer but not too close. "Closer." I lean a bit closer. "Closer still." My lips are only about an inch from her face when she says, "Kiss me."

I'm shocked but I close the inch gap and press my lips onto hers softly. Even though her lips are slightly burned, they are still soft. I hear the door open but I don't care. I hear someone speak, and I recognize it to be France, but I don't care. I don't care until I break the kiss and sit up.

France is standing there, smiling like an idiot. "I see you two finally figured out your feelings."

I just sigh and lean close to Seychelles ear. "I love you, Angelique."

She whispers back, "I love you too, Matthew."