This is my first EnglandSeychelles, and it is rather short. Sorry.

I hope you enjoy it~!

The night was stormy, clouds filling the usually dark blue sky. Normally, most people on this island laid asleep at this time. Even the island herself would find herself in deep slumber. That was not the case today. She could only wish that it was only that.

Her face flushed, as her eyes diverted to the blue carpet below her. Her hands laid collapsed on her lap, her expression showing all sorts of shame. The brunette girl could not believe she had fallen so hard, so fast, for that obnoxious Frenchman. Nor could she believe she admitted such trivial thoughts to her close friend. He didn't scold her, no. He didn't even look at her. He remained rather silent.

"Are you certain?" His British accent hung heavy in his voice, as his eyes finally stared at the young brunette. He wasn't sure what he was to think. Nor was he sure how exactly he felt on the matter. A knot twisted within his stomach, what was that? Jealousy? No, no, no. He couldn't be jealous because of the girl. That was a foolish thought.

She pulled her face up to meet his gaze, a faint blush so perfectly across her tan cheeks. "Y-Yes. I've been thinking of this for years." Her voice was faint, and she choked on her words. She sounded almost uncertain, which was very uncharacteristic for the girl. The Seychellios girl had too much pride to fall for... Him.

Arthur's thoughts took a brief pause, another thought all together lingering into his mind. Why would his fragil girl fall for that stupid France?! France! Of all people! He would much prefer that dumb America, over that.. that.. Frog! "I see." He wasn't sure what else to say to his poor young girl.

"What am I supposed to do.." Seychelles' voice trailed off, as she began quietly sobbing into her small hands. She didn't enjoy this... Feeling of weakness. Especially when it was caused by that idiot, Francis!

The taller male lightly sighed, wrapping his arms around her small waist, and pulling her head to sob onto his shoulder. "Don't fall for someone who isn't willing to catch you." He spoke, his usually harsh British voice, now becoming rather soft.

"Who'll catch me?" She asked silently, almost too quietly for England to hear. Almost. Seychelles brought her face up to stare at the man, little tears still streaming down her chocolate brown eyes.

"I will." Arthur replied sternly, placing a finger under her chin, and pressing his lips against her's in a rough sort of passion.

He'd save her, even if it was the last thing he'd do.