"Oh come one, England [hic]. It was only [hic] a few sips. Why [hic] do you have to [hic] be like this. G- [hic] osh!" America hiccupped complaints all through out the time that he was supporting England, who was limp and red, on his shoulder. He dragged England back to his house and kicked the main door open.
America wobbled up the stairs, not knowing why, since he could have just dump England in the living room and leave. But he felt the need to go up there, and go towards a specific door.
It wasn't like America to walk to that kind of door. It was white and plain and not decorated nicely. In fact, it was a little shabby. Nonetheless, he went through that door and found a blurry shadow. He shook his head, which didn't get his vision better as it made him dizzier than he already was, and looked again at the shadow. The shadow grew tensed as it sat on the bed, outwardly surprised by their sudden intrusion.
"A… Ah!" America stuttered. "Sorry for barging in. Um…" He squinted slightly to see that the figure that owned the shadow had two ribbon-tied locks. "Um… ma'am?"
"Yes," answered the figure, her cool, exotic voice surprising him.
"U-Um… can you do me a favor?"
He felt the lady nod.
"I know this will sound weird, since we've only just met, but please take care of this eyebrow jerk. I've got to go somewhere else important and I can't take him with me." Or his reputation might go bad, not that I care though.
She hesitated for a moment, mulling over if she would or not. She finally smiled, pacing towards him and helping him carry England to her bed. She then took America's arm, leading him gently to the exit.
America blushed and gaped, as he had never been intimately touched by the opposite gender before, especially not by a beauty like her, he recognised, now that he could clearly see her. "Oh, you don't have to, ma'am. I can…"
"Please let me help you." She smiled softly. "Such an important and kind man can't be left alone when not in his best condition."
His blush darkened. "P-Please don't flatter me so much. And really, I can do this by-"
She giggled. "Silvouple*." Then she quickly covered her mouth, as if saying something forbidden. "I mean, 'please'"
He was confused. He wouldn't mind being accompanied by her to the car, he wouldn't mind at all, but he was afraid that she might notice his heart pounding so quickly and loudly beside her. Ah! he screamed inside his head. It's just a freaking escort to the car! Why are you overreacting about it, America?
"Ah fine!" he answered, irritated at himself.
Glossary:
Silvouple: Syechellois for 'please' (yep, it sounds French, because it's adapted from the French word 's'il vous plait')
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THIS TURNS OUT TO BE AN AMERICA/SEYCHELLES FIC, ISN'T IT? AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Please! Someone please kill my brain! It HAS to add something unimportant AND contradicting to the story, hasn't it? TT-TT But don't worry it is still an England/seychelles fic, no doubt. It's just so tempting to add America in the picture... and France I guess (france is like... a character that just HAS to appear at Seychelles' side, or at least mentioned in Seychelles' fic) So please comment. Burn me. Hate me. Scold me for all I care! Just please review! I DESERVED TO BE KILLED ANYWAY! Dx review review review review review review re... oh i cant be bothered.