Canada's part:
I was really confused about what happened what Ireland had just said to me. I'll ask Northern Ireland... I thought as I went into the sitting room. Britain was in there, watching something a bit inappropriate.
"Hey... Britain..." I stuttered, as I tried to hide the embarrassment I was feeling as he watched the programme.
"Yes?" he answered, still looking at the TV. I took a deep breathe and asked.
"Can I ask Northern Ireland something.."
Britain's part:
I sprayed my tea all over the rug. I turned around to face Canada. His face showed great concern, and his auburn hair was sticky with sweat.
I sighed and nodded. I would have needed to unfuse soon. Canada showed a face of excitement and I smiled. I took a deep breathe and let myself separate....
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Historical FictionHello! 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...
