C'est La Vie

Song: Ice Cream – Sarah McLachlan
(I was listening to it while writing. Goes quite well with the atmosphere of the one-shot.)

Well then, onto the story!

#02 Sunset

In a bold print Union Jack T-shirt and khaki shorts, England stood on the balcony of the hotel that was facing the ocean. The air was moist. He could smell the sea, and the body wash from his shower not long ago. Everything was so orderly pleasant. If only he could have a cup of Darjeeling in his hands to go with it.

It felt so serene – the sound of waves lapping onto the shore accompanied the lively African music sounded from far away. The sun was finding its way behind the clouds, composing a beautiful Seychellois painting. He heard the click of a door being opened behind him, but he couldn't be bothered turning around. Everything was just too entrancing for him to even want to move. This sure was a good way to ease his worries and responsibilities as a nation once in a while.

'Hmm, Angleterre, you look like you're enjoying yourself,' a certain Frenchman stated as he pushed open the balcony window to stand beside the Brit.

'Yeah,' England replied softly, 'it's a pleasure to have Seychelles invite us over for her Cultural Bazaar. This place is great.'

'Sounding so gentlemanly there,' France chuckled, walking closer and snaked his arm around England's waist.

'Unlike you frog.' With France, England could always find the will to retort, even when such gorgeous scenery was being displayed in front of his eyes. Yet, he leaned into France's embrace, putting his head on his chest. That was when he noticed France was – unsurprisingly – not wearing much. He could feel France's bare chest radiating warmth and a flowery fragrance from his bath just then.

'I take that as an 'I love you for who you are', mon Angleterre,' he said quietly as he pressed a kiss to England's messy blond hair. Reaching his hand out, France intertwined his fingers with England's on the balcony rail.

'Shut up,' Flushing bright red on the cheeks, England couldn't deny the fact that having France by his side was quite the icing on the cake at a moment like this.

He grinned lightly, glad that France couldn't see his face in that position or read his mind at all.

A/N:

This was written…because I miss the pretty sunset I could see from my house every evening. It was raining quite heavily today and it wasn't at all exciting.

Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think!

Note to self: drinking Russian Caravan while writing is a good idea.