The race to reach France had begun! America had a head start so naturally he was closer to reaching the Frenchman than England was. As he ran his brother chased after him hoping to defuse the ticking time bomb that was Alfred's mouth. Poor Kumajiro had to suffer with a very bumpy ride in Canada's arms.
"Alfred! Wait! You can't be so rash!" Canada yelled as he attempted to catch his brother. America continued to run down the hallway and stopped once he reached the stairs.
"Sorry bro but I gotta tell France I mean he's going to find out anyway right?" America said. Canada was about to respond but was interrupted by a very angry yell coming from behind them.
"Alfred!" England yelled as he ran down the hallway nearing the stairway.
"Well time to go," America began making his way quickly down the stairs and he was almost there but he was tackled halfway down the steps by a certain Englishman. The two of them tumbled down the stairs landing at the bottom right in front of a certain long haired Frenchman. England quickly placed a hand over America's mouth muffling his speech and America in turn struggled to break free.
"Um, que fais-tu? (What is going on?)" France asked obviously confused. Then again why wouldn't he be? It's not every day you see a shirtless Englishman tackle and American down half a flight of stairs. America managed to break free from England's grip,
"Ew! Don't touch me! Not after where your hands have been!" But he was silenced again when England tackled him and pinned him to the ground covering his mouth once more.
"Shut it you git! I didn't even get to touch her!" England yelled blushing both out of anger and embarrassment. He would stop at nothing to keep the loud mouthed American quiet. France watched them in both confusion and amusement. Canada walked down the stairs and watched also as the two fought on the ground the way birds do over food scraps. The Canadian mentally sighed he knew that the only way for this to end was badly. It didn't matter the way France found out that England had slept with "his little girl" The fact was that England had slept with Seychelles and whether or not England wanted France to know he was going to find out sooner or later. America of course made it sooner rather than later. He managed to pry England's hands away from his mouth long enough to blurt out,
"France! England had sex with Seychelles!"
"Damn It America!" England cursed. It seemed as though time stood still around them as the three blonds stood waiting to see France's reaction.
"S-Say that again mon ami I….I don't think I heard you correctly," France said shakily his left eye twitching a bit.
"Um okay….England had sex with Seychelles," America repeated. France looked over at Canada hoping for some sort of denial of this knew found information. Matthew just looked at him and nodded slowly. France then turned toward England, his left eye twitching more. It only took one second for shock to turn into pure rage. In an instant France rushed at England making sure to land a swift kick right on Big Ben. Arthur collapsed instantly cursing as the pain shot through him and France, seeing him vulnerable, took it as his chance to tackle England as a string of French swears flowed from his mouth in the process.
"Vous fils de pute! (You son of a bitch!) I'm going to chop off your dick in a guillotine!" America and Canada visibly cringed at the thought. England after regaining a bit of his strength began blocking France's punches and even started throwing some of his own. He managed to land one right on France's jaw drawing blood. Though the two of them fought all the time this time seemed different. This wasn't like the other fights they had during the world meetings this one had meaning behind it. The fighting continued and for some reason America could be heard cheering "Jerry, Jerry" in the background. Canada blinked as Seychelles ran past him. The tanned young lady quickly ran over to break up the fight between the two nations.
"Arrêter! Arrêter! (Stop! Stop!)" she yelled as she pulled on France's cloak. She looked at the two men behind her, "Don't just stand there! Help me!" Following her command Canada and America helped separate their parental figures. America grabbed France and Canada grabbed England putting a safe distance between the two.
"Think you can control your temper for five minutes frog?" England snapped his right eye now blue and swollen.
"Not unless you can control your-" France began but was interrupted by Seychelles.
"Enough! Stop fighting, please!" Seychelles yelled as her body trembled. Sure, she was used to their bickering but this was an actual fight and she hated seeing such anger and hatred in both France and England's eyes. The two of them sighed and looked down shamefully.
"Sorry Victoria…" the two mumbled simultaneously. Seychelles sighed. This morning was turning out to be more exhausting than she previously thought.
It was eleven O' clock in the morning now and France, America, Canada (with Kumajiro of course), England, and Seychelles were sitting in England's kitchen discussing the current situation over coffee and tea (for England of course).
"Now I'd hope that we can have a civilized discussion, I don't want any fighting between you two okay?" Seychelles stated. England and France looked, rather, glared at each other. It was obvious that they wanted to rip each other apart but for Seychelles' sake they controlled their tempers and remained calm.
"Fine," they both said. Seychelles sat in between them just as a precaution. She turned towards France and sighed,
"Francis…I'm sorry you had to find out this way...," she quickly sent a glare in America's direction before turning back to France.
"Ce n'est pas grave (it's okay)…I know you aren't the one who did the seducing," Seychelles blushed bright red and felt a bit guilty. This certainly complicated things.
"I hate to break it to you Frog but she was the one who came onto me," England stated as he held a steak to his eye. France looked at Seychelles surprised; said island nation was blushing furiously and she turned to England glaring at him. "What? It's the truth Victoria and you know it."
"Figures, there's no way England would be man enough to make the first move," America remarked. England became flustered as a result and quickly jumped up,
"I-I can so make the first move! I'm just a gentleman." He said defensively. France simply rolled his eyes and mumbled something in French. Whatever he said caused Matthew to blush and Victoria to slap his arm.
"Look, Francis, I'm not a little girl anymore and I can make my own decisions and if I want to be with England….I need you to support my decision," Seychelles said with a serious tone. France looked at her then at England then back at her. He could see the passion in Seychelles eyes, how badly she wanted to be with him. He stood and walked over to England grabbing him by the shoulders and looking directly in his eyes he warned,
"Arthur, I swear if you hurt her in any, and I mean ANY way- if a single tear falls from her eye and you caused it I will take a plane here, kick your ass, and burn your limited edition Harry Potter books."
"I'm not an idiot frog! I know how to treat a lady! I'll bring her flowers every day; take her anywhere she wants to go at any time. I'll hold her when she's scared at night from the storms, or when she's crying over one of those silly romance movies and…I'll be there to make her happy…" England looked up and was surprised when Seychelles quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"D-Did you really mean all that Angleterre..?" she asked as tears spilled from her eyes.
"Of course I did Victoria….I love you," he smiled as he began wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"I-I love you too," She replied. England leaned forward and closed the small gap in between them.
"Yo! Lovebirds we're still in the room you know!" America yelled gesturing himself, Canada, and Kumajiro.
"Aw Al, just let them have their moment. You shouldn't be so rude," Canada said. Seychelles let out a small giggle,
"Ce n'est pas grave (It's okay) Mathieu." England looked around the room and then jumped up like he had just remembered something he'd forgotten last week.
"Wait a tick…Where the bloody hell is France?!" The other's looked around and then shrugged realizing that Francis had indeed slipped off. England immediately took off for his office in the back of his house, almost tripping over a table and crashing into a door on the way there due to his black eye. He quickly opened the door to reveal a certain Frenchman holding a lighter to one of his "limited edition Harry Potter books".
"France what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" he asked angrily.
"Oh Angleterre, I thought I had made it quite clear that if you made mon cher cry I was burning your books," a smirk appeared on his face.
"So help me frog, if you burn I will cut every strand off hair of your head!" After hearing the yelling and crashing coming from the room, Seychelles, America, Canada and Kumajiro all walked to England's Office. Seychelles couldn't help but laugh when she saw the two of them of the ground fighting over a book. The morning may have been chaotic but it was twelve o' clock in the afternoon now and things were looking bright once again.