It had turned out that Latvia, being pure and innocent, couldn't choose what dare to give to France. So, instead, Russia chose for him. Russia, being the man he is, chose that France wasn't to be in Seychelles's line of sight for the whole day. But of course, France was against this. As if someone was going to stop France seeing the love of his life. But, Russia being Russia was cruel and slightly…blackmailed the poor Frenchmen.
"Come on, Francis! A BIT of fun won't hurt, would it? You wouldn't disagree, would you?" That was when the cursing started and France, being a normal being, had no choose but to accept.
France shivered involuntary, remembering Russia's words. Certainly he wanted to see his Seychelles, but Russia was a guard dog, keeping him in his sights. It also didn't help that both of them were in the same class. Russia kept his eyes on France when they got off the bus and didn't allow him to wait for his beloved Seychelles at the gate.
"Oh, what would Michelle think of me, not waiting for her! I'm so despicable, for going onto the bus first. But I really wanted to choose the dare! Instead, I have to DO the dare. And why do I have to away from Michelle? Oh, I wanna see her….." France continued his daydreaming, forgetting all about class. But it wasn't like the teacher was going to ask him questions. He never did, instead picking on the micro-nations.
It was an ordinary day, first period being maths, second being history, third being science and lastly literature. Boring, yes, but useless, no. Seychelles knew that as a small country like herself, she had to be more knowledgeable to make more use of herself. But the fact that France didn't give her his daily encouragement seemed to sap her of her energy. Why was she so shocked that France isn't following her anymore? Wasn't he a nuisance?
Seychelles felt a headache and decided to close her eyes for a bit. But it didn't help. It just made her think more about the stalker. Yes, the word stalker seemed to suit him quite nicely, following her to the ends of the earth, but today seemed to be an exception.
"Why is it bothering me so much?" she sighed. Hearing snickering, she looked up to see her teacher, Mr. China, looking down at her through his glasses, somewhat glinting to make the glare more dramatic. You see, this school doesn't have teachers, instead using students who excelled in different areas to teach what they were best at. Of course, that meant Italy was the art teacher, Germany was the P.E teacher, Japan was the history teacher and etcetera.
"Please, Miss Seychelles, do listen in class instead of daydreaming about your lover."