🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

After The Dream:

Ireland's part:
I awoke suddenly, sweating and panting. I looked around and realised I wasn't in the woods, I was in a bare traditional Japanese room, on a white single bed.

Japan's part:
I heard groans coming from the room Neko-chan had put Ireland in. I fixed my glasses and went into the room.

"What happened?" Ireland asked as I pulled a chair beside the bed. "Last thing I remember was sitting against an oak.."
"Ireland... You were at the side of the road, screaming in pain and asking someone to stop.. If it wasn't for China, you could have easily died.." I told Ireland. He opened his eyes in shock and tried to run out of the bed, before gasping in pain. He looked down and saw bruises and cuts running down his legs.

" Can ya help me home, yass.. "Ireland asked. He accent always changes when he has strong emotions, so I accepted. Boy was he shocked when China said we can go in his car, and pointed to a stretch limo.

All the way to his house he marvelled at the wonder of it. When we got to his house, he mumbled a thank you and limped inside. I wonder what that dream was about...