Ireland's part:
I ran through our neighbourhood, tears streaming down my face. I was so angry at Britain. Him of all people should know not to say that, after all he's done to me, to shout that at my face.
No one's part:
As Ireland turned a corner, he crashed into Germany, who was carrying a mug of coffee and a bunch of papers, which went flying.
"MIST! " Germany shouted as he tried to gather them all up. He glanced up and saw Ireland's face, which was wet and streaky from his crying.
"Ireland, are you right?" Germany said, trying his best to speak English to him. Ireland looked surprised and hurriedly clawed at his eyes.
Germay's part:
I knew Ireland didn't like to be seen cry, so I politely handed him a handkerchief with an EU design on it. He looked up and thanked me, rubbed his eyes with it and handed it back, then I helped him up.
"So, what happened?" I asked as we both walked aimlessly down the path. "Britain.. Said I was.. A waste of an island...." Ireland stuttered. Britain had really done it this time, I thought to myself.
"I was going to go to cafe with Rusland, want to come?" I asked. "k..." Ireland answered, as we turned left to the best coffee shop in town.
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửHello! This is an actual attempt at a good story.. So yeah.. Please enjoy. Warning: History Words in other lauguages References to depression and self-harm Swearing Britain being an ass Bad grammar If you want to find out what they mean, put them in...
