A/N: Hello fanfic readers! I am Vio the Great, ruler of the world as you will… soon… know it. Anyways. This story. Prussia x Seychelles is my favorite pairing. Yea, it makes no sense. Shut up. Read my story and it WILL make sense. I didn't intend for it to come out the way it did, but it did. Also, if I upload it quickly, it's because I usually write my stories in advance and type them up once they're fully written. And the beginning chapters are short, they'll get longer soon. Reviews are appreciated. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Insults piss me off. And this is way too long. I'll shut up now. Enjoy~

Prologue

Seychelles took a deep breath of salty beach air, smiling brightly. The sun was shining down on her, and the birds cawed loudly as they flew around in circles high above the water. Life was a beach, and this beach was her life.

She scanned the horizon. It wouldn't be long now until France showed up. She giggled happily. Today, big brother Francis was going to take her to a meeting between the countries! Even if no one really knew who she was, it was okay! She would be able to show them who she was, and become well-known.

She didn't have to wait long. Before she knew it, Seychelles could see France's motorboat approaching rapidly.

Feeling her excitement about to bubble over, she sat down to wait for him.

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A/N: Sorry bout the length. It gets longer… I swear! (On paper, the whole story is about 50 pages long… I counted. –has no life apparently-)