Hetalia Kisses!! (slowly updating again c: )

Ireland :P

Requested by @MidnightRaffia!

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"Which one?" You asked, sipping your tea (coffee, soda, etc. XD)

"Dublin, of course!" Your friend Myshka squealed. "It's quite a lovely city!"

You sat back in your chair, debating whether or not a trip to Ireland was good for you or not. You were what most people would call a work-a-holic and you still wanted to find something to occupy yourself with, even during your month off from your backbreaking job at work.

"Oh just go to Ireland! Where else would you wanna go?!" Myshka pouted, sipping her earl grey tea.

"I don't know," you focused back on your ginger friend, shrugging, "China? France? Canada? Norway?! There are tons of other countries I could visit! Why Ireland?" 

"Lots of hot guys live in Ireland! Look at Niall Horan for example!" 

You rolled your eyes. "Why else?"

"The history is quite interesting." Myshka sighed.

"Alright I'll go to Ireland."

~3 days later, at the airport

"BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Myshka screamed as you got on your plane.

You laughed, waving, carrying your luggage into the plane then putting it away and sitting down. "Ireland.." You whispered to yourself.

You put your face in your hands. What have I gotten myself into?

You heard shuffling and an Irish accented voice pipe up, "Excuse me love."

You looked up, and met the bright green eyes and freckly face of a ginger and handsome man.

"Hi.." You moved deeper in your seat as he sat in the one next to yours.

"Ello! My name is Isaac, Isaac Kirkland!" He had a very cheerful voice that made you smile.

"I'm (Y/N)!" You told him.

"Pleasure to meet you sweetheart!" His terms of endearment made you blush. A voice over an intercom announced that the plane was taking off, and you all prepared then the plane was in the air.

Issac ordered lots of alcohol until the flight attendant told him that was enough.

You chuckled, seeing a dazed look on his face. He looked at you and smiled. 

"What are ya laughing at?" He asked.

"You when you're semi-drunk.."

He chuckled as well. "So what are you doing going to Dublin?" 

You smiled even wider at his thick Irish accent. "Taking a break off from work."

"How long are you off work?" He asked, yawning.

"A month."

His eyes widened. "Wow, your bosses must love you!"

You nodded. "Yeah, I work my ass off to get good breaks. My friend convinced me to go to Ireland, being Irish herself." 

"Ah, we all have those crazy friends, yeah?" He laughed. You joined in, then you saw him looking out the window, you had gotten the window seat of course. You followed his gaze, to see the sun setting over the clouds.

You gasped, practically smushing your face on the window. The sun was bright orange and the coulds were red, pink, and orange. You had never seen something so beautiful in your life.

"That looks really pretty!" His face lit up like a childs.

You laughed at his expression.

~7 hours later

Your plane had just landed in Ireland, and Isaac and you had been talking to each other the entire time. As you both walked out of the airport, you sighed.

Isaac noticed and looked at you. "What's the matter love?"

"Oh, I'm going to miss you a lot. I wish there was a way to remember you."

Isaac quickly leaned in and kissed you passionately. When the sweet kiss was done, he smiled you. "That will definitely help you remember me, right?"

Blushing and at a loss of words, you could only nod.

"I guess we might run into each other another time during our lives." He smiled and hugged you.

You hugged back, your eyes feeling a bit watery. "I'll miss you tons, Isaac."

"I will too, love. Goodbye." 

And with that, you two went your seperate ways. You stilled enjoyed Ireland very much, but there was a piece of you missing at Isaacs unfortunate loss at not being at your side for the amazing tour of the country, including a short trip to Great Britain.

~4 weeks later

"Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo did you meet any guys there?" Myshka asked.

You smiled sheepishly as a blush spread across your face.

"Yeah, I did. He was so nice to me."

"What was his name?" Myshka squealed, sipping her cappucino.

"Isaac Kirkland." You said dreamily.

Myshka froze, her eyes widening.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Uhm... my brothers name is Isaac.... and my last name is Kirkland.."

You sat up with a startled gasp. Come to think of it, Myshka looks exactly like Isaac.

"HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"