Me:I'm really sorry Romano... I don't want Seychelles to be a pathetic woman and rely on men...

Romano: What do you mean pathetic woman? She's relying on me, dammit! How is that pathetic?!

Me: If only you knew Lovi... if only you knew...

Romano: Elli, as much as she would like to, does not own Hetalia, or any of the characters. If you think she did, then you are all dumbasses! I mean do you really think she would be awesome enough to create m-

*hits Romano with my swordfish* What were you saying?

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"I'll settle for about 250 points, dude~ It's easy!" America said pointing at the booth. "You roll the ball up along this length of wood, then it'll pop up into one of these rings! The largest ring is 0 the middle is 50 and the small rings on the sides are worth 100!" Seychelles looked up at the game and thought, 'Why does he sound so suspicious... shouldn't this be easy?'

"I'll go with 5 balls, bastard!" Romano grunted and waited as America grabbed the balls. His aim wasn't perfect, but he was sure as hell gonna do this! If he didn't, how could he ever face the island nation? He glanced over at her and flinched, her eyes were sparkling with curiosity and maybe even a little bit of admiration, 'not like there is any reason to like me'. Romano was content in fulfilling Seychelles's wish, he just HAD to get that catfish for her!

'I-want-it-I-want-it-I-want-it-I-want-it-I-want-it -I-want-it-I-want-it-I-want-it-I-want-it-I-want-it . I really WANT it,' thought Seychelles. She didn't care about anything else then, well... she may have cared for a certain tanned European who was bold enough to fight for HER catfish. It was her's, she just knew it. America gave Romano 5 orange balls to throw, she wondered if Romano could pull it off.

Romano took aim with his first ball and took a mighty throw. Unfortunately, you need to not put so much power into it, so the ball bounced out of the booth altogether. Spain hurried to retrieve the ball before it pissed off Romano too much and quickly was at Seychelles's side again. He handed the ball too America without looking over at Romano's angry face.

Ball after ball were rolled, until Romano was on his last. He had 150 points after all of his effort, he had to get the 100! He took his last throw onto the game... with no avail. The ball dropped into the 50 point ring and the game was over. Romano, defeated, shrunk back and couldn't look at Seychelles. He had messed up, big time. America looked over at him and the rest of the group and said, "Better luck next time South! Does anyone else want to try~?"

Seychelles looked up at the 5'10" Central American Nation with a look of determination, "I'll play!" everyone heard her announce and they stood shocked stiff. No one expected the damsel to take action, I mean, would you? She asked for three balls, it was much cheaper. Spain frowned, she couldn't miss a single shot if she wanted to get the catfish with only three balls. Seychelles pushed the ruffles of her sleeves up a bit and planted her feet firmly on the soft dirt. No way was a game going to best this Island Country!

"I DID IT!" Seychelles cheered as she scored the last ring, it was a huge confidence booster, I'll tell you that. America smiled down at Seychelles and untied the stuffed catfish from the ceiling of the booth.

"You earned it Seychelles!" America chimed loudly, then he handed over the prize to her. As she hugged the beautiful catfish to her chest, he motioned for Romano to come closer. Romano complied, still annoyed that he had lost. America smirked and whispered to Romano, "Don't let a chick as fine as that go, alright?" He chuckled as he saw Romano blushed a very pronounced color red, "Go get her bro!" He said and pushed Romano back to the group.

Sorry, that's all I can write for now. I don't know why, but my fingers are pooped out! Also, I want to try out my new glasses that were finished today! I can finally read the subtitles on the T.V. from the other side of the room!