AN: Hello everyone! I am sorry, I do not have plenty of time to write for the moment, but don't worry, I am still thinking and writing!
I am still impressed by the number of hits and the nice comments! More than 1000 hits! Youpi!
This story started with another fic of mine (The Festival Pie), that I am abandoning because it is so difficult to take charge of all those characters, but what is good with this is that it is making me think about plenty of other stories! First, this one with Seychelles, but I am also thinking of making another one of the same type or almost about Belgium or Liechtenstein, or Hungary for a longer one! (Maybe about Hungary or Liechtenstein because it will help me getting out of that Arthur-Francis sphere for a while because I want to try something more unusual.)

However, here is the new chapter! Enjoy!

La Digue, le 30 Avril 1857

This afternoon I left Mahé to write those words here in La Digue, far from Arthur.

It is my entire fault if Cody has been sent back to his home.

I will explain.

Since the last time I wrote until these last days, I lived happily playing with Cody everyday while Arthur was doing war again in Europe. (Are all the Europeans war-thirsty like that? At least Francis was on the right side for once.)
Cody was definitely the best friend I ever had.
He told me about his huge island, with its beaches, forests, deserts, big red mountains, crocodiles and other weird animals he called "koalas" and "kangaroos".
Each evening he was used to light a fire on the beach and play music by blowing into a big branch with bizarre black and white drawings on it. When I tried it, I was totally unable to make any sound. And that made him laugh.
All the day long, we were wandering around everywhere, climbing on the trees, playing at some coconut breaking game, and bathing naked under the waterfalls.

Then, Arthur went back from war, and I had the stupid idea to show him Cody.
Cody had protested, keeping on saying that Arthur had never given him a smile or done something nice for him, even if he was always working hard so he could be proud of him.
Why didn't I listen?

Arthur barely stared at him and told me to leave them. Definitely, he wasn't in a good mood and that wasn't a good idea.
When I went back, obviously, there was no more Cody.

"He has gone." Arthur said. "He couldn't stay here."

I am still furious against him. It is obvious that he has sent him away to his home against his will.

When I asked why, he said that "Cody is not a good element" for my "personal development and education."

Francis was true. He is disgusting. What is the point of breaking people? Is he having fun putting away all what I have? First Francis, and now Cody!

He replied shaking me violently by my shoulders that I should "revise my language", that I should feel "ashamed about such a rude, unworthy behavior" and that starting now he will "personally take care" of my education because he wants me to become a "Lady".

"You'll thank me for this, Victoria, really." He continued.

I bawled him one "I hate you" before running away.

I know he is looking for me, but I won't go home. I do not want to be like all these English women. How can they breathe with those corsets? How can they move and run in the forest with those impossible long dresses? What is the point of this when we know we can live a happier simple life? All that stuff is so stupid. Why is everything against me?

Cody, will I meet you again someday?

AN: Thank you for reading! This is terribly short, I know but very soon you'll have bigger chapters ^^

As you can see, it is difficult to be a parent. Especially when the child is into his/her adolescent crisis. But you've probably already guessed that Alfred had been the most impossible brat Arthur have ever had to bring up, hadn't he?

To be continued…