5.
Seychelles stepped out of the airplane and was greeted with a thick fog. She started coughing.
"What's… With… All… This… Fog?" Seychelles said between coughs, she covered her mouth with her arm.
England stepped out of the plane behind her. "You get used to it. It's only the city though, there's less fog in the country."
"Is that where you live?"
"Indeed, it is."
England and Seychelles started walking through the airport halls. England kept insisting to carry her luggage but she refused every time. Seychelles stopped at a flower cart and smelled the flowers. England was still walking when he realized that Seychelles had wandered off. When he found her at some flower cart he walked over to her. He stood behind her and saw her enchanted in a bouquet of purple irises. He watched as her pigtails would fall over her face when she would bow down to smell the flowers. Seychelles turned around and walked off, unaware of England's presence behind her. England swiped the purple irises and paid the flower man for them.
"You got a pretty lady there. You 'aught to hang on to her, ladies like her don't come often." The flower cart owner said to England.
England looked at him funny for a moment and just shrugged it off and left.
He caught up to Seychelles and held the flowers behind his back.
"Oh hey, England! Where did you go I was look-." Seychelles was interrupted when England thrusted a bouquet in her face. She recognized the bouquet was the one she was admiring earlier. England was looking away at the far wall.
"Think of it as a welcome gift." England stated. His voice showed almost no emotion.
"Y-you didn't have to." Seychelles was starting to feel bad because England was doing all these nice things for her that she felt that she couldn't pay back.
"No, it's fine. It's not a big deal, really. I'm not a poor nation."
That last line hit Seychelles like a slap in the face. Just because I'm not as powerful as you might be, or that I don't have a lot of money on hand doesn't mean I'm a poor nation. Even if I was one, did it matter? I'm still a person, I have feelings. Seychelles pouted and felt tears well up in her eyes. Seychelles tried not look weak in front of England but it couldn't be helped, a single tear slid down her face and landed on a purple petal on the bouquet. England turned around to look at her and saw her hurt expression.
"S-Seychelles? What's wrong, Love?"
"Don't call me 'Love'. I don't want you near me! Why don't you just go home, and forget all about me and we can live our own lives!" Seychelles thrusted the bouquet in England's chest, and started to walk off but England grabbed her arm. "Let me go!" She screeched. People started to stare.
"Seychelles, tell me what's wrong. Please?"
"Oh, you wouldn't want to hear a 'poor nation's' problems." Seychelles jerked her arm out of England's grip and ran off to the lady's room.
Was that what was wrong? I didn't mean her! I just… oh bother I better see if she's ok.
England walked over and went into the lady's bathroom. In a second, it was a hectic mess of ladies running out of the bathroom screaming. England ignored them and looked around for Seychelles. They act like they've never seen a man before. He smirked. He found a pair of white sandals, toes pointed inward, in the fifth stall from the right. England knocked on the door.
"It's occupied." He heard Seychelles squeak out in a voice that he never had heard in her before.
"I know." England said.
Inside the stall, Seychelles froze when she realized it was England's voice.
"You're not supposed to be in here." Seychelles wiped her eyes with a sheet of toilet paper.
"Really, because I thought this was the men's room. I couldn't tell from all the flowers, the powdery sent, or the sign hanging above the door." England rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, feeling uncomfortable. "Look," He sighed and leaned back on the door to the stall, "I didn't mean that 'poor nation's' line back there. I didn't mean you were a poor nation… I just… I just don't know." England slid down until he was sitting on the floor with his back propped on Seychelles's stall door. "I'm really sorry, Seychelles. I don't want to go home; I don't want to forget about you because I couldn't go on with my life if I did." England ran his hand in his hair.
Seychelles just sat on the lid thinking it over. She slowly pulled herself off the lid and went to the stall door.
England heard the click of the lock on the stall door and looked up to see a red eyed Seychelles. He stood up and hugged her. It had been a long time since England had hugged someone.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have made a scene."
"No, it was my fault. But I would like you to have the flowers." England parted the hug and placed the flowers in her hand.
Seychelles smiled down at the flowers. "Let's get out of here."
"Gladly." England smiled and led her out of the bathroom and the airport.
England drove her to his house in his old 1960s Jaguar. Seychelles kept staring out the window at all the trees, houses, and people going by. Seychelles had been quiet the whole ride. England stared at her a couple of times in the rearview mirror but she was so fixated on the outside surroundings. In the blink of an eye, Seychelles had cranked the window down, kneeled on the seat, and stuck her head out the window. She was waving and smiling to everybody.
"Bloody hell! Seychelles get down from there your going to fall! Your making yourself look ridiculous and foolish!" England yelled.
Seychelles didn't follow England orders and he could hear her giggling outside, "Maybe, you're making yourself look ridiculous!"
"How in God's name am I doing that!" England gripped the wheel tight.
"By driving a girl that's sticking her head out the window and waving to people, you're just as foolish as I am." Seychelles stuck her tongue out, put her thumbs in her ears, crossed her eyes, and wiggled her fingers at a very stuck up looking woman.
"By Jove, I believe the girl had finally got something right!"
Seychelles laughed and waved to all the people all the way to England's house.
Seychelles stopped waving when she saw a large house. England's manor was a red brick house. There were about four levels, sparkling clean windows were all around the house, the driveway was in a circular formation, there were rainbows of flowers everywhere, and there was a giant oak tree out front with a wooden swing hanging on a thick tree branch by ropes.
Seychelles was shocked. England didn't describe his house with that much justice as it deserved.
When England stopped the car, Seychelles opened the door and ran out. Her mouth was wide open in shock. Green grass tickled her feet as she ran around and danced around the ground. The dress twirled around her knees as she spun around.
"Let me know when you snap out of your dream land, you have luggage to carry."
Seychelles stopped spinning and walked over to the trunk to get her luggage. England was at the front door turning the key in the lock to open the door. The door opened.
England walked in and Seychelles followed. The house was dark. Seychelles could barely make anything out. She squinted but it didn't work.
"I know what your problem is! You didn't open the curtains!" Seychelles smiled, and ran to the nearby drapes and pulled them open.
"Seychelles-." It was too late; Seychelles had already drawn sunlight in. England squinted his eyes to the strong sunlight. When his eyes got used to the light he opened them to find it wasn't so bad. England hadn't ever opened his curtains in a while and it was nice to see what his surroundings were for once.
"Now, isn't that better?" Seychelles smiled.
England admitted, "Yes, I suppose you're right." England walked up the large grand maple wood stairs. England turned around. "Come now, I'll show you to your room." Seychelles picked up her bags and ran up the stairs.
England opened the door to Seychelles's room. "This is it."
Seychelles peaked in. The walls were the color of a pale periwinkle, a white dresser was on the right on the wall, a vanity was in the corner by a window over looking the gardens, her bed looked so big and poufy, the comforter on the bed was an egg shell blue, there were about a dozen pillows of all different shapes and sizes, and there was a white window seat. Seychelles was wonderstruck. It looked like the many bedrooms she would see in fancy magazines. Seychelles daintily stepped in. The room made her feel like a princess, but also small.
"Is it to your liking?" England questioned.
Seychelles turned to face England "Yes, very."
"Good." England ran to dump his luggage in his room then hurried back to Seychelles's. "Listen I have to go."
"Go? What do you mean 'go'? You just got here."
"I know, but I have business, political, and economic problems to discuss with Parliament and the Queen. It's very boring and I wish I didn't have to leave you alone but, business calls."
"It's okay. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
Seychelles nodded her head yes.
"Okay, I'll be back late but, the maids and the chef will take care of you." England turned around to leave.
Seychelles called after him and he turned around. "Thanks England."
"For what?" England asked.
"Everything."
