Dear Seychelles,
I've probably written this letter a thousand times before- and then smoked pot afterwards, hey, don't look at me like that, see how honest I'm being for you?
Listen.
Things might have not worked out between us, and that was my fault for being such an ass when you were suffering at the hands of the English nutcase, and here's the part where the elevator music plays while I go beat that son of a bitch to a pulp, but I want you to know that I didn't mean what I said.
Seychelles, you are beautiful. So goddamn gorgeous, in mind, body, and soul. You made me feel like a person again, not just the Netherlands, the guy who's good for drugs. When we were on your beach, your blue dress had ridden up your thighs, and you just laughed it off, not caring. When we kissed, I could feel the heat pass between us. When we just sat there, talking about ourselves, I could see the sea in your eyes.
This might sound sappy and stupid but it's the truth.
Ik hou van je.
-Netherlands
---------------------------
Put this on from my fanficiton account!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
YOU ARE READING
First Sight
FanfictionA series of Hetalia crack parings. XDI DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T.
