8.

England went to the bar to get his mind off Seychelles. After three drinks later, England was a drunken mess. His head was down on the bar's table.

Seychelles was running to the bar. It was raining again. She didn't have an umbrella or hat. Seychelles didn't care; she had to get to England. Seychelles tripped in the mud. Her dress was a mess, mud caked her face. Seychelles got up, wiped the mud from her face, and kept running.

He was perfect. How could I not see it? I love him. I don't want to let him slip away from me. He's a dark cloud with a silver lining. With those thoughts Seychelles ran faster.

Seychelles finally found the place. She practically had to ask everybody. Not many people would stop and tell her because of the state she was in. Her hair was frazzled, her dress was muddy, and she was soaked from head to toe. Seychelles stepped inside.

There was a waiter at a podium. Seychelles walked up to him. He looked up and gasped.

"You're covered in mud!" He exclaimed.

"Thanks for the bulletin Captain Obvious. Where is England?" Seychelles looked around searching for that blond haired mess.

"This is England. We're in England." The man looked at her like she was crazy.

Crap, England must have used his name to come into the bar. "Sorry, I'm looking for Arthur Kirkland."

The man checked his list. "You'll find Mister Kirkland in the bar area in the back."

"Merci." Seychelles walked away into the bar. Dozens of people stared at her in disgust. Seychelles didn't pay attention to them she paid attention to England.

Seychelles found him; his head was down on the table.

"England?" Seychelles poked his back.

England stood up. "Yes, Love?" England turned to face Seychelles.

"England are you alright? You seem not right."

"I'm fine, Seychelles."

At least he's not that drunk, he still remembers me. "England I think I should get you home."

"Okay, Seychelles. You're sweet."

Seychelles blushed, even though she knew it was just the alcohol talking. "Come on." Seychelles took his arm and led him home. She was lucky he wasn't putting up a fight.

"Seychelles?" England said when they reached his bedroom.

Seychelles looked at England. Seychelles laid him down his bed. "Oui?"

"I have a secret."

"Hm? Oh you do?"

England nodded his head yes. "Lean closer."

Seychelles leaned in.

England raised his head up to Seychelles's ear. "…I love you." England laid his head back on his pillow and fell asleep.

Seychelles was shocked. She stood in that pose for a while. Then she walked out the door and closed it slowly. Seychelles walked to her own bedroom and went to sleep.

Seychelles was at the kitchen table. She could hardly eat. She picked at her sausages with her fork. Thump, thump, Seychelles heard. She got up off the chair and ran to the staircases. Seychelles saw England rubbing his eyes heading down the stairs. Just looking at him with his, bed head hair, his faded green pajamas, and his bare feet made Seychelles's heart feel like it was pounding against her ribcage.

"Morning, England." Seychelles said from the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, you're up early Seychelles. Yes, good morning." England stopped rubbing his eyes and walked down the rest of the stairs.

"How did you sleep?"

"Not bad, actually." England went and sat at the kitchen table.

Seychelles sat at her seat, across from England. It didn't feel like the right time to ask England if he really does love her.

A maid came in and gave the morning mail to England. "Thank you." England said. The maid curtsied and left.

England sorted through the mail. Bills, bills, bills, parliament, France? England glimpsed up at Seychelles. She was busy poking at her food. England opened the letter and read:

Dear Angleterre,

You and Mademoiselle Seychelles are cordially invited to my annual Costume Party! Wear something funny, cute, random, or even sexy.

When: Monday June 19.

Time: Six o'clock AT NIGHT.

Attire: Anything goes as long as it's a costume.

Place: Palace of Versailles, France.

Yours truly,

Francis Bonnefoy

England didn't like the letter. He knew France was only doing this to hook Seychelles and him up. France never had an 'annual costume party'. Such a bloody liar! He did have a costume party before though. However, maybe Seychelles would like to go. It did invite her too.

"Seychelles?"

"Oui?"

"Um, the Frog has invited us to a costume party."

"Oh! Let's go!" Seychelles put down her fork and smiled.

"Huh?"

"Come on it'd be fun England. Please?" Seychelles asked.

England couldn't say no to that perfect face, "Fine, but do you have anything to wear?"

"…Non. Hey! Why don't I rummage in your attic! I'm sure I can find something."

England was tentative. He didn't want Seychelles snooping around anymore around his house. However, he didn't think he had anything really in his attic but old clothes. "Fine, come along I'll show you to it." England stood up and started walking up the stairs with Seychelles at his side.

They stopped at a white door. Paint was chipping off of it, and there were a million scratches on it. England turned the brass handle and ushered Seychelles in. Seychelles stepped inside.

England turned on the light. Inside it was dusty; there were boxes and trunks everywhere.

"If you need me I'll be in the pallor." England turned around and left.

Seychelles walked around the room. There was a small circular window on the far wall. Seychelles walked over to a trunk. She opened it up. Seychelles coughed; a cloud of smoke came up. There was nothing but pictures and trinkets. She slammed it shut. Bad idea. Dust flew up and blinded Seychelles. She coughed and backed away, blindly. She fell over another trunk. Seychelles wiped her eyes and stood up. She looked at the trunk, which was now overturned. Seychelles pulled the trunk upright and opened it. Inside there lay a pirate outfit. There was a frilly white blouse, the red coat with gold edgings and gold buttons, a sword, a belt with a holder for the sword, and black pants. It was just the outfit she had saw England wear in his painting of him. Seychelles took the clothing and ran to her room.

The pants were too big, even with a belt. Seychelles took out a deep pink short skirt and put it on in place of it. Then she grabbed a pair of long black leggings and put them on under the skirt. Seychelles had trimmed the blouse so it would fight her size. Seychelles then put on the coat. It was oversized, but not by too much. She dusted off the gold epaulets. Seychelles put the sword in her belt. She had to be careful, it was a real sword. She looked just like a pirate, except she didn't have a hat.

Seychelles put on some red lipstick, some light brown eye shadow, and she made her lashes even longer with black mascara.

England was in his Sherlock Holmes outfit. He went down the stairs, magnifying glass in hand. He turned around and yelled up the stairs, "Seychelles, it's time to leave now!"

Seychelles didn't answer she opened her bedroom door and went down the stairs.

England immediately recognized his old pirate outfit. She even had his sword. It was all too much to kill him. She looked so breathtaking he could barely look at her. She is too perfect for me. If only England knew Seychelles was thinking the same of him as she was walking down the stairs.

"S-Seychelles." England managed to choke out.

"Sorry, is it ok if I wear your old pirate outfit? Just for one night?" Seychelles begged.

"Y-yeah! It's fine, perfectly fine." Seychelles was surprised at his answer. "But you're missing something."

Seychelles stared at him confused as he ran up the stairs to his bedroom.

England came running back to Seychelles, his pirate hat in his hands. England put the hat on Seychelles's head. Seychelles smiled at him and he turned away to hide his blush.

Seychelles fiddled with the flouncy big white feather in the hat. "Are you sure it's ok that I can where your old pirate gear?" Seychelles asked as England drove them to the party in the same car that England took Seychelles in when she first arrived in England.

England looked at her in the rear view mirror. "It's alright, Dear. I would've stopped you if I didn't want you to wear it."

Dear, that's a couple nickname, right? Or, is that just a common name that English people use with everyone? Seychelles was trying to spot out anything that was a clue to see if he liked her.

There were a million cars parked everywhere around the palace. France was really throwing a party. England parked the car and helped Seychelles out.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Seychelles said as she got out of the car. "I can take care of myself."

"Okay." England stopped fusing with her. "Be careful with that sword though, it's not fake, I don't want people with their heads sliced off at the party."

"I will."

England looped his arm through Seychelles and they went in.

A/N

HEY EVERYONE! I'M SO GLAD TO HAVE FOLLOWERS AND PEOPLE FAVORITE MY STORY! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! I'm thinking of doing a sex scene. In a separate story. Give me your thoughts on it, or ideas. THANK YOU!