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"Hey Seychelles!"

Seychelles stopped running and turned around to see who was calling her. She was running past the boys' dorms to get to England. She looked around there was nothing but the trees, the stone pathway, and the building. Must just be hearing things. Seychelles turned around to run again but the voice was calling her again.

"HEY! I'm RIGHT HERE!" The voice boomed, in front of her stood America.

"Oh, hello America. I didn't see you there."

"Didn't notice the hero!?" America looked hurt.

"Sorry, but I have to go. I'm looking for-."

America's loud annoying voice interrupted her, "I can help you in your search! FOLLOW THE HERO!" America threw his fist in the air and ran away. Seychelles followed. Good thing I ran into America! He'll surly help me find England!


"England's in here?" Seychelles asked in disbelief. America and Seychelles were standing outside a fast food restaurant. America had led her to a burger joint.

America's victorious grin changed into a look of confusion, which made Seychelles feel nervous. "Huh? Britain? No, I thought you wanted to find the best restaurant to get a burger." America's face changed back to happy. "This place serves the best!"

"NO- NO! I HAVE TO GET TO ENGLAND!" Seychelles screamed. This is a matter of life and death, ok maybe not, and he took me to a burger place!?

"Well, I can take you to that Jerky Limey!"

"Oh thank you." Seychelles breathed a sigh of relief.

"After I get some burgers!"

"What!?" Seychelles's eyes were wide.

"This place serves the best burgers. I can't leave now and not get a few!" America ran in.

Seychelles paced back and forth, using the time America was taking to buy some burgers, preparing what she would say to England. England… I got your note… it was a very pretty note, I like the paper you used! Nice and strong paper, bet if I put it in water it wouldn't tear! Ack! No, I can't say that I sound stupid then. How are you England… I got you note, I feel special about you. "I feel special about you"? That's the best I can come up with? England, I do not think it was lame that you wrote me a letter. …Maybe I should act out my words.

America came out the restaurant holding about thirty burgers in his hands, pockets, and anyplace he could fit them. "Hey sorry it took so long I had to get this too!" America held up the most giant plastic cup she's ever seen, liquid sloshed around in the cup.

"A-America! I thought you only said a few burgers!" Seychelles looked at him in disbelief.

"This is a few! This is only a minimum part of a hero's diet!"

Seychelles decided not to press the issue, arguing with America could waste precious time. "Can we go now?"

"Oh! Yeah! Sure! FOLLOW THE HERO… AGAIN!"

Seychelles walked along side America, who was munching on burgers. Seychelles looked around where they were: tall trees with green leaves, a carpet of green grass, metal benches, birds flying around the clear blue sky, and children running around with their squeals of excitement. America took her to a park.

"England's in here somewhere." America stated.

"Thank you, America." Seychelles was about to walk off when a strong hand grabbed her wrist. She turned around.

"Here, they accidently gave me a small burger. The hero can only eat the biggest burgers!" America let go of her wrist and put the burger in her hands.

"Are you sure?" Seychelles stared at it.

"THE HERO'S NEVER WRONG! See ya around, Sey!" America turned around and left the park.

She turned around and waved, "Bye America!"

Seychelles unwrapped the paper and started eating the burger. She was thinking of what to tell England again. Is it really so hard to tell someone that you love them? Seychelles finished the burger and was about to throw the paper in the garbage when she got an idea. That's it! I'll write it down then I can say what I want to England, then I can review it before I read it aloud. Why didn't I think of this before?

"Excuse me, sir; do you happen have a pen or a pencil or anything that can write?" Seychelles stopped a man on the sidewalk.

He reached in his pocket and brought out a pencil. "Here you go, miss." He gave her the pencil and walked through the park.

Seychelles took a seat on one of the park benches, and began to write:

England, it's hard for me to tell you in words how I feel. I wanted to tell you when I had the chance in England. Words were left unsaid and if I could take it back and change it I would. I was unsure of my feelings. I didn't know if I should've told you… but now I see that it would have made all the difference if I have. I remember how you always told me to speak my mind… I guess I never really listened to your advice when I should've. So here goes: I do like you England, Britain, UK, United Kingdom, Arthur Kirkland, Angleterre… I guess I did have some feelings toward you from the start but I rejected them and pushed them away. I like how there will be glimmer of beautiful moments between us, the color of your eyes that I've never seen anywhere, your cute smirk, how your face gets frustrated when I aggravate you, how you joke around with me, how your hair's not perfectly straight, how defensive you are, you're accent, even your giant eyebrows!

Seychelles read and reread. She had to erase her words repeatedly. She didn't know if it sounded too much like England's letter, if it sounded to cliché, if she came on too strong. There was only one way to find out. Seychelles stood up and walked around the park, searching for England. She clenched the paper firmly in her fist and started to run.


England was sitting on the grass by the water of the pond. Fish were swimming around blissfully, ducks floated between the reeds, and the cattails blew in the wind.

I wonder if the letter got there. He could only wait for Seychelles's answer. Maybe, she'll never answer. Oh heavens, I hope I didn't scare her away.

England took a flat pebble threw it and made it jump across the water four times before it sunk. He watched the rock float down thinking maybe his heart will do the same soon. England heard the faint patter of footsteps behind him. He listened as they grew louder, he jumped up grabbed a handful of rocks, turned around and threw them defensively at the thing.

"Ow! What the hell, England?!" Seychelles yelled after being pelted suddenly with rocks. She had fallen on the ground from the rocks hitting her. The sharp edges of the rocks made little scratches on her golden caramel colored skin.

England, who had his eyes closed, thinking the thing was going to strike at him, opened his eyes in alarm. He ran over to her and immediately tried to help her. "S-Seychelles!? What- what are you doing here?!"

"I came to answer your question, but I see that maybe your mind's been changed." Seychelles shoved his hands away and stood up on her own. She turned and stomped off angrily.

England ran to her and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving. Seychelles tried to get out of England's grip but his clasp on her was tight. Seychelles turned around and glared at England. It hurt him to see her glare at him.

"Who do you think you are!? Let me go!" Seychelles tried to hit him with her free hand but England grabbed her other wrist.

"You said you had an answer for me."

"Yes, had. Key word had." Seychelles glared at him and England stood calmly.

"Look," England's grip loosened but still held on tight enough for her not to escape, "I didn't mean to pelt you with rocks. I thought you might have been someone dangerous, like Russia. I was only meaning to defend myself. So, please, I apologize."

When he saw Seychelles's expression change he slowly let go of her wrists. She didn't run away, just stood there staring at the ground.

"So, what was your answer?" England sat back down at the spot by the water.

Seychelles sat next to him. "I wrote it all here." Seychelles smoothed out the burger wrapper and held it up for England to see.

"You wrote what you were going to say on the back of a burger wrapper!?" England asked scared. Jeez, if she wrote it on a burger wrapper it must be bad. I really must mean barely anything to her if she wrote her feeling down for me on a burger wrapper. Oh no! She's going to reject me.

"Yeah!" Seychelles smiled.
"Please, may you read?"

"Oui." Seychelles read each word with a shaking voice. When she finished she folded the paper, looked up at England, and waited.

England listened and didn't interrupt. England stared at her for a long time before talking. "Do you really feel that way?"

Seychelles could only nod in response.

England took her by the waist and sat her down on his lap.

Seychelles was surprised from the sudden move, but she didn't stop him. She felt a blush creep up her face.

"I'm glad." England smiled at her.

"Why's that?" Seychelles smiled back at him.

"You don't know how much I've been agonizing about this. I was worried you were going to reject me, or worse avoid me and not give me an answer."

"I'm not that mean!"

"I'm relieved to hear this now."

"I have a question."

"Ask."

"Do you really have scars?"

England exhaled before speaking, "Yes, physically and mentally."

"Can I see them?"

"Here!? I don't think that it's very proper."

"It's very private in this part, please?" Seychelles pleaded.

England sighed and unbuttoned his shirt. Seychelles got off his lap and kneeled behind him. He slowly took the shirt off, and turned his back around to face Seychelles.

She was shocked to see the sight. Pearly white crescent scars decorated his back. Some were small, others were huge and deep. Seychelles's mouth was open and she ran her fingers against each one.

England's head was turned so that he could look at her.

"I-I'm so sorry…" Was all Seychelles could say.

"It's not your fault dear. You did nothing to cause them." England reassured her.

"I know, but, I just… I wish I could change them." Seychelles felt her lip tremble and she bit it to stop it. Seychelles felt her arms go around England's waist. Seychelles buried her face in his bare chest and cried. She tried to stop but she couldn't, the salty tears just seamed to flow onto England's chest. She just wished she could take a magic wand and zap them all away, and take away all the pain they caused. Make it all better.

England slowly moved his hand and rubbed her head with it. "You shouldn't cry; you never did anything." He twirled a lock of her pigtails. "I went to doctors all over the world and they all said, 'time would heal them'. You know what?"

Seychelles took her head off England's chest and looked up at him. "What?"

"It's a bloody lie." He smirked.

"Maybe you just didn't give it enough time."

"Maybe, you're right. For once."


Seychelles and England walked back to the dorm rooms. They weren't talking. It wasn't a bad silence; they were both happy but couldn't bring themselves to say the words. England had his arm around Seychelles.

"Angleterre!" France yelled behind the couple.

England and Seychelles stopped walking and turned around.

"Dude! So, you finally found a girlfriend!" America mocked.

"This is good." Russia said smiling.

"Yes!" China said.

The whole Allies were there. France was next to China, Russia was on the other side of China, and America was next to Russia.

"So, Britain finally made a move! I never thought it would take him that long!" America yelled.

"Oui! Britain never had the guts or the right things to ask a girl out." France laughed.

"I agree!" Russia said, still smiling.

England's face was getting red and Seychelles could see that his pride was getting hurt. "You bloody wankers! I'd like to see you bollocks try to get a girl. I think France would have better luck raping the lady, America you would probably scare her away with your bloody loudness and arrogance, China couldn't get a girl no matter how much sweets you gave her, and Russia I think you would make her 'become one' with you then drive her to death. Now, I think I'd like to see anyone mock me now!" England stood angrily, glaring at the scared Allies. They were all caught off guard from England's sudden outburst.

Seychelles didn't dare touch him now she just stood staring at both sides. Everyone stood frozen in place, as if someone paused the whole scene.

America was the first to speak, "Dude, we didn't mean any harm. We were just joking. We're really sorry man." America pouted.

England slowly regained his disposition. Seychelles patted him on the back.

"Shall we go now, Seychelles?" England asked.

"No, I think you should apologize. They apologized so I think it's your turn too."

England didn't respond. He looked to the ground then mumbled, "I'm sorry as well. I didn't mean those things."

"So, we're all buddies again! Aw, I always knew you two would end up together!" Italy popped out and pulled everyone into a group hug.

"Italy! When did you get here!?" Everyone yelled at the same time.

"I've been here the whole time, ve~" Italy answered cheerfully.


"Finally alone." England said.

England and Seychelles escaped from everyone. It seemed like almost the whole school came up to them to either congratulated them or ask for a couple picture (it was awkward posing for each one). Seychelles showed England a spot only she knew about. The school was surrounded by the ocean. On one side of the many beaches, there was a cave hidden from the public by thick green plant leaves. Inside, at the end of the cave, there was a little pool of saltwater that the sea brought in. There were no coral, sea plants, or big fish so no harm could be done. A hole in the ceiling of the cave provided light and a beautiful view. The water twinkled in the sunlight that shone in from the hole. Seychelles and England sat at the water's edge.

Seychelles laughed, "Yeah."

England took Seychelles hand. "I do love you, Seychelles." England looked at Seychelles.

Seychelles looked at England, "I do too, England."

Seychelles stared deep into England's eyes. They were like shining gems; it was hard not to fall under their temptations. England stared into Seychelles's eyes; they reminded him of the fancy candy truffles he used to eat when he was a little boy. Before they knew what they were doing, they both started to lean in. England tilted his head to the right and Seychelles tilted her head to the left. England's eyes started to close. Seychelles wrapped her arms around England's neck, she closed her eyes. England's hand went to cup her left cheek. England's lips met Seychelles's. The kiss was soft. It felt like a butterfly landed onto Seychelles's lips. England took the kiss slow. Then England pressed harder. Seychelles's hands went up to England's head. She ran her fingers through his hair, making his hair stick up in more places. England smiled and Seychelles smiled back into the kiss. England poked his tongue through and Seychelles pressed her tongue up against him.


A/N

HEY GUYS! What did you think? REVIEW PLEASE! This isn't the end I think maybe one or two more? I don't know how to continue this… Haha isn't that fabulous? The own author doesn't even know how to continue this, oh well I'll figure it! Well, I think a kiss was well overdue so bam! I hope it didn't sound too rushed because I hate when authors push something to happen when it shouldn't have been rushed. So I don't want to be one of those authors. REVIEW PLEASE!