My OTP is surely amazing, because even someone who doesn't write Yaoi made a fanfiction for it, the girl thought smugly to herself.
Typing in her username and password with fingers trembling in excitement, she found the story very quickly...
"England!" America shouted, weaving expertly through the sea of people crowding the airport walkway...
A giggle escaped the girl's lips, soon to be replaced by a stunned gasp, as words began typing themselves into the fanfiction with bold, clear letters.
The American had just begun to hug England, when a loud thudding noise was heard. Seychelles hovered angrily over America, holding a giant fish in her tanned hands.
England blinked for several moments in a shocked silence, before a teeny smile came over his handsome features. "Thank you, Seychelles. I don't know what I would do without you keeping that idiot's grubby hands off of me."
The little island nation beamed with a glowing pride...
Exiting the tab in a furious ragequit session, the girl picked up her cell phone and dialed her best friend's number, shaking with an unrivaled fury.
"Oh my God, this is awful! Seychelles got in the way of my OTP! I hate her sooooo much!" she whined, the second someone picked up on the other line.
It would seem as if that really was the case this time around.