3.

Seychelles woke up around ten in the morning. She got out of bed and went to the little decorative mirror hanging on the wall. She yawned and brushed her hair, and tied the two pigtails with her red ribbons. She got her clothes (her usual sea blue dress, her white sandals with the laces that tie up the ankles and undergarments), her shampoo and soap, her towel, and her toothpaste and tooth brush and went out the door. She went down the hall to the shower room.

Taking a warm shower felt good on her tan skin. Steam swirled up to the ceiling and the shower that she was in now had a raspberry sent from her shampoo. She opened the shower curtain, climbed out of the shower, and walked to the sink.

She redid her hair in her ribbons. Seychelles turned to her right where she left her clothes at the edge on the sink. Her clothes were replaced. She looked around the whole room, thinking maybe she placed them somewhere else or someone moved her stuff. The room was empty and there was no sign of her old clothes anywhere.

She sighed and went back to the sink. Seychelles picked up the new clothes. Instead of her old blue dress, there was a vivid blue taffeta dress. The color reminded her of the sea at her home. At the hem of the dress there was a swirling white design printed on the bottom, the pattern reminded her of waves. The short sleeves were puffed like the sleeves on her old dress. She dropped her towel and shuffled the clothes around looking for her bra and panties. She found new ones that were a little more… elaborate in design than her plain old ones. Seychelles put them on then unzipped the back of the dress and put that on over the bra and panties. The material swished and swirled around her knees. Her shoes were still there so she put them on and laced them up. Seychelles reached behind to zip the zipper on her dress. She got halfway then got stuck. Merde! I never understood zippers at the back. She kept trying to zip it up but the zipper wouldn't budge. Must be stuck. Seychelles tried and tried in varies poses, but with no success. Seychelles finally gave up and gathered her things and headed out the door. Maybe, Hungary or Taiwan could help me… they were always better at zippers than I was.

"S-Seychelles!"

"Oui?" Seychelles stopped walking down the halls and turned around to look at the person who was calling her. It was England.

"Your dress… It's unzipped." England blushed a little at seeing Seychelles's back of her bra and part of her bare back.

"Oh… yes… I couldn't get the zipper up." Seychelles looked away.

"Well, you can't walk around W Academy like that!"

"Really? Well, I guess I have to cancel going in nude for tomorrow." Seychelles said sarcastically. "I was going to ask Hungary or Taiwan to help me." Seychelles said seriously.

"They're gone. Hungary's out hunting with Prussia, and Taiwan went home for the weekend."

The shock hit her hard. "Merde." She mumbled.

"Turn around." England ordered.

"Huh?"

"I said turn around. I'll fix your zipper issues."

Seychelles thought it over. I could be humiliated more by walking around like this, or I could let England help me. "Fine."

Seychelles turned around and England reached to zip it up. Three tugs and he couldn't get it to move. "God Seychelles! You really jammed it!"

Seychelles groaned, "You don't have to remind me."

England was a little embarrassed to ask this of Seychelles. "Um, it seems that the fabric is caught in the zipper… I'll have to reach in to remove it."

The thought that England had to reach inside of her dress sent chills up her back. "Well, since you aren't France… I guess you could."

"I'm nothing like that frog!" England exclaimed. England slowly put his hand in and went to work trying to get the fabric out, while his free hand was moving the zipper up and down.

Seychelles flinched every time when England's hand grazed her back.

It seemed like forever until England finally could zip up the dress.

"There, you're done." England said and Seychelles turned around.

"Wait! What are you doing in the girl's dorm?" Seychelles questioned.

"I came to get you, it's almost noon and we have a flight to catch."

"Merde, I'll be right there!" Seychelles ran off to get her bags.


England was waiting at the front gate for Seychelles. England had hailed a taxi and has already loaded his bags in the trunk.

Seychelles came out juggling three suitcases.

England rushed to help her. "Seychelles! Let me help you with that!"

"Nah, I'm fine." Seychelles protested but England swooped up two bags in his arms and carried them to the trunk.

"It's only a gentleman's job to help a lady." England smiled over his shoulder.

Seychelles put in her last bag of luggage and slammed the trunk shut. England went around and opened the door for Seychelles. "After you." England gestured with his hand.

"No, after you." Seychelles went mimicking England's position.

England put his hands on his hips in annoyance. "No, I insist after you."

Seychelles copied him. "No, I insist after you."

England sighed. "You're not going to get in until I get in are you?"

Seychelles smiled in defiance.

England sighed again and went in. "You're really a strange girl, Seychelles."


The ride to the airport was fun. England and Seychelles laughed and talked to each other jokingly. England called Seychelles a Language of Frog Speaker, while, Seychelles countered; calling him a Tea Head. They were having so much fun they didn't even realize they were at the airport already. England calmed himself down, opened the door, and stepped out. Seychelles did the same.

They unloaded their bags and England paid the driver.

"Hey! England, you coming?" Seychelles called after England. She was already running into the airport entrance with her luggage.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." England grabbed his luggage and ran to catch up.

"Remind me again why we have to go through this." Seychelles asked. They were at airport security and Seychelles found all this to be tiring.

"The nice people at the airport are going to just check your things so you don't have anything not allowed." England explained while taking off his loafers and carefully putting them in a tray on the conveyer belt. Seychelles pouted and went through the security without another word.


"That wasn't so bad, right?" England said later when they were sitting in their gate.

"I guess." Seychelles admitted.

"All passengers boarding flight eighty- seven, now boarding!" The attendant announced over the loudspeaker.

"That's us, Seychelles." England sat up and brushed himself off. It reminded Seychelles of when she ran into him in the hallway. A hand shoved forward, waking her up from her daydream.

Seychelles rejected the hand and stood up and got her luggage.