Isn't it beautiful that the girls are finally getting the attention they deserve? They're nations too! Give them at least some love!
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Seyel opened her eyes to see the color of the suite ceiling sparkle in the morning light. She wasn't really used to seeing stuff like that back in her home. The walls were usually made of wood and never sparkled. Maybe it was marble. Maybe it was made from vampire skin.
"Do you think that this is made from vampire skin?"
"What, the ceiling? Most likely."
Seyel turned her head and saw Anri laugh about it as she catapulted from her suite bed and headed toward the cabinets to change her clothes. She never understood why girls had to have so many clothes with them whenever they travelled. Maybe it was because she was usually so cheap because her house had a rather small budget? It's odd, considering the fact that she was technically living in a nicely made house created by Francis.
"Do you read Twilight?"
"Huh?"
"You mentioned sparkly vampires, so I assumed that you knew about the series." Anri peeked out from the side of the door.
"I only read the first book. I'm not into vampires." Seyel got up from her bed. "Besides, I live in a sunny place. Vampires don't come near me."
"Oh, that's true. Vampires can't stand sunny places…" Anri laughed. "Good for you then!"
"Yeah, good for me. No vampires to attack me." Seyel went to her closet…a really small one, at that. "Besides, I'm referring to the plot."
"Emotionless girl in love with stalker vampire because he's cute? Please, Edward isn't even that cute." It sounded like she finally found an outfit. "He looks more like a drug addict."
"That's Bella."
"No, she's just a bad actor." Anri peeked her head out again. "Besides, love isn't like that!"
"It isn't?"
"It's gradual…slow moving…almost as if it wasn't even there at all." She sounded philosophical. "And then it just gets you, and you're hooked. Like on drugs, only it's the good kind."
"Hm…"
She began to wonder what that felt like.
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The meeting they had was as productive as ever...as productive as these things ever get. Someone argues with someone else, someone starts spouting off nonsense, and somehow someone got thrown out of the window. She really didn't want to know who that was. Charice threw him, so it could've been Francis. Looked like him.
"God…each meeting always goes to hell…" She heard Ludwig mumble.
"Were you expecting something to come out of this?" Sun Tam stated after him.
"…at least an agreement."
"Well, we all agree that Francis should be thrown out of the window."
"But that would mean that he's going to land in traffic."
"In wha-?"
About five seconds later, there was a honking noise and what sounded like people running someone over. Seyel smacked herself in the face before standing up to check on him. Besides, he was the one with the money to send her back home. Otherwise, she was going to be stuck in America for a while…and that thought scared her just a little bit.
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She wasn't surprised that she was the only person who bothered to check up on him. Arthur loves to argue with him, and in general nobody really likes the French. Well, except for the Canadians…but apparently nobody likes them either. No one that's part of the main section of the world, all…majority of the nations.
After a few minutes of heading down the stairs, she saw the door and headed outside. Instantly there were a few people around in a circle talking about some random person that hit the wall. She dug through all of them and noticed Francis' body dangling helplessly on the ground.
"…Francis?"
Seyel quickly jumped to his side, watching in surprise as he stood up and looped his arm around the girl's shoulder. He smiled quietly at her, and then she realized that he wasn't bleeding as much as she thought he would be. Francis could only smile at her innocence.
"You're curious, aren't you?"
"How come you're not bleeding?" She asked.
"Well…look at the group of people that are around us."
Seyel got confused for a few minutes before turning her head and noticing that the majority of them were speaking a strange language. She thought that most of them were going to be speaking English. Most of them were talking in French. She turned back to Francis as he winked.
"We nations are healed when our people come to our aid." He stated. "Their love is our medicine."
"…wow." She blinked. "So…many of them."
"This is America. All of us are here…we are all safe in that sense…"
Seyel decided not to question it as they both entered through the building, noticing that Francis had shifted as if he was looking at someone. She looked up and didn't notice anyone in front of her.
"Ah…did you come to see me, Mathieu?"
"F-Francis…I was worried about you." A voice echoed out. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. There were a couple of French tourists outside, so I got enough energy to walk." He pulled himself off of Seyel's shoulders. "How is the meeting?"
"I didn't even know that there was one…from what they're doing…" The voice answered. "You didn't miss much."
"That's good." He turned to Seyel. "It's hectic in there. You should stay out here."
"Um…sure."
Francis waved at her and headed back to the room, leaving her alone. It was then that she saw a figure materialize out of nowhere, looking back at where Francis was walking. He looked like he had Francis' hair, but when he turned around he had a familiar face and the purest violet eyes she had ever seen in her life. The figure seemed to be blushing.
"Oh…Alfred! I didn't know that you grew your hair!"
"I-I'm not Alfred!"
"No?" She rubbed the back of her head. "Then…are you part of Alfred? Like…oh, you must be the Confederacy during the Civil War!"
"I'm Matthew…!"
"…Matthew?" She blinked. "Why do you sound…dead?"
"I-I'm alive…" He mumbled…making the voice impossible to hear. "I just…naturally talk like this."
"But I can't hear you!"
"…that's the gist of it…" He stated. "No matter how loud I talk…"
"Well…if talking loudly gets you into whatever the heck is going on in the meeting hall…then I understand why you talk otherwise…"
"Um…"
"Besides, there's nothing wrong with having a talking problem."
"But…what if I want to talk to someone important?"
"Then do what we're doing now. Get their attention somehow." Seyel shrugged. "Is that good?"
"…y-yeah, I guess so…" Matthew blushed. "You're…Seyel, right? One of Francis' old colonies?"
"Yeah, that's me. And you?"
"Canada…er, just Matthew is fine."
"Canada…oh yeah, Francis had talked about you."
"He did?"
"He said you made the best pancakes in the world."
"H-he really said that?"
"Yeah~! I really want to have a taste if I can!"
"Oh…uh…" Matthew turned his head. "Sure…wh-why don't we go to my hotel room after the meeting? I have a pancake mixer in there."
"You cook in your hotel room?"
"It helps with costs."
"All right. I'll meet you in the lobby!"
"I'll make sure you see me."
Seyel waved before turning and heading back into the meeting hall, making Matthew breathe out a long sigh.
I…I finally got her to talk to me…and she seems to remember me… He shook his head. Wow…I…I never really talked to a girl before…no, don't start asking Francis for advice. I have to find this out on my own…this is scary!
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Ah, innocent love~! I think CanSey is one of the most innocent out there…next to whoever the heck is paired up with Liechtenstein.