Uh… My head hurts… My arms hurt… My whole body hurts…
What happened?
I remembered attending the G20 meeting… Then I met with France… then I went home…
Or did I?
Ow, my head! What is happening to me? Have…
Have one of Alfred's aliens been experimenting on me? Ah! I need to wake up! Eyes, please open! I need to see if my premonition is correct. Please just for a little while! If it is not it, you could close for as long as-
England's eyelids cracked open, just a little bit, enough to show England himself that nothing was wrong. He wanted to sigh, but the numbing nerves wouldn't let him to.
Then, what was it then, that made me like this? He squirmed. My God, this bloody headache!
The world started to swirl and shine around him like a kaleidoscope of lights, not knowing that he was drunk, and still is. He found himself in a twisted world, and his lids slowly closed, like the curtain hanging above his head…
O,o,O,o
Seychelles swipe the curtains of her (appointed) room closed. After that, she sat on the floor, facing the gurgling Caucasian on her low bed. She wondered why that young man that brought England home in a state like that, and why he actually brought him inside her room. Why not the living room? she thought. She had only accepted the young man's 'favour' because of how kind he was to bring this… this person back home. To be honest, at first when she saw England in this state, she thought hat something bad was going to happen. Something terrifying. But now…
"Mommy…" England whispered.
… isn't this a good thing? Isn't she happy that she had the chance to see the Almighty England being like this?
"Mommy…" He curled up in Seychelles' bed, unconsciously drawing nearer to her. "Mommy… are you there?"
She was stunned. Had he been mistaking her as his mother?
Her hand reached up to his head. What is he like around his mother?
"I am here, h-honey." I-Is that motherly enough for him to believe?
"Mommy…" A small, serene smile appeared on his previously disturbed face. "Mommy, please read me a story."
Her brows crumpled in the most twisted of ways that anyone would have thought that her face had been a mistakenly-moulded piece of clay. What stories did she know? They were only folklores that her people have created. And if she were to tell him those, would he understand? Oh, England, why are you being so difficult? It is as if you are a spoiled little child…
She gave a tired smile. He is one.
Then somehow, as if she had already narrated a story to him, he childishly croaked, "No, not that one, Mommy! The one with the seven little men. Yes, that's it, Snow White!" Then he mumbled, as if trying to put the name in his head so that he wouldn't forget – "Snow White and the seven dwarves… Snow White and the seven dwarves…"
She stared at him in awe. Is this man really England?
England continued to babble. "Good night, Mommy… Oh, Mommy, are you going away again tomorrow? Let's play Hopscotch once you get back. Mommy? Mommy, why are you so sad? What's wrong… No, Mommy, don't go! No! Don't leave me! Please don't go…" He started sobbing. Seychelles froze.
"Mommy… Why… Why are you like this… Come back… Wu… Why…" His sobs started to choke him. Two streams of tears started to flow on his cherry cheeks. His voice then suddenly changed, as if growing in age, fast-forwarding into something that had happened just recently in his lengthy life – "Why… You know I can't point my gun at you… You know I can't hurt you… Curse you… damn America…"
She gasped, feeling a lump in her throat, the exact copy of the one that clogged England's throat. The lump was so full of grief she felt herself trembling, struggling to support the density of its feelings in the deepest space of her neck.
"E… England, Sir?" Seychelles rigidly shook him, trying to wake him up, to cease his nightmares, and to cut the flow of sorrowful imageries going through her head. "Sir?" She shook him harder. "Please wake up."
England's eyes instantly snapped open, then he whined. He slowly blinked and looked around. At the moment he saw Seychelles, he shot up, eyes staring back in horror. He rubbed his eyes but realised the tears that had begun to dry on his knuckles. He attempted to cover his eyes from her, embarrassed that she would look, but she already did, much too long ago.
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Eh? Now, I am turning England into a crybay? Furthermore, I made this into and angsty romance fic? I am surprised that no one has killed me yet! D: WHY AM I LIKE THIS? WHATS WRONG WITH ME? AND WHY IS THIS CHAPTER SO LONG? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! (Ah, sorry if you're tired of me trying to babble… I fail at babbling, complaining, writing, convincing you to kill me and many other things. Overall: I fail at life TT_TT) but please, spare this poor old me some hope. I… I… I really don't deserve all of you reading my story and notes, do I? *getting depressed for no reason* But please review! Your comments bring me to light, and I really appreciate them (thank you for the reviews so far! ^-^).
Dear KitakLaw – ahaha *scratches head in shame* I guess my fic isn't historically based. Sorry about that. The scenario that I was thinking is:
Little France arrived at little Seychelles and they become childhood friends. They played together and Seychelles grew to respect France which came to her mimicking him (as to the slightly accented French in the language of Seychellois Creole e.g. from 'Oui' (yes) to 'Wi'; 'Trois' (three) to 'Twa'; 'Quatre' (four) to 'Kat') then France suddenly went back to his own country because he was assigned to a dangerous mission, not knowing if he could handle it and not knowing if he would die. So he left without filling her in with the details, saying that he 'will see her again'. So Seychelles was alone and untouched, even when France had survived the mission and is well, until England came.
Yup, that's the storyline I had in mind (sorry that I didn't just message you because I also want other readers to know what I was thinking) Sorry that I confused you! *bowing in apology* V-V
Dear cross-over-lover232 - sorry that I made England a bad guy xD (Ah, I am apologising too much these days.) So, should I make an England/Seychelles fic or America/Seychelles fic? xD If you want me to make an America/Seychelles fic (a separate one of course, as I dedicated my soul into this England/Seychelles fic), you could tell me about an idea for it, because i can't think of any right now :P