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Britain glowed a soft gold light before breaking apart in a small poof.
Canada let out a small gasp as he saw 4 people lying around the spot Britain was sitting. He blinked as he took in what happened. Could I fuse with someone.. He thought. He figured he could ask Mr UN another day.
England had dirty blonde hair, which he had spit in the middle. He wore a crimson suit with a beige shirt underneath. His accent could very to posh to harsh. He was stuck up and believed the world revolved around him, an obvious himedere.
Wales had dark drown hair, that was always slightly messy. He wore a rugby shirt he was given from Ireland and blue jeans. His accent was always the same, with a loli innocence in everything he said. He was extremely loli like and a deredere.
Scotland had ginger hair, which was tied back in a bun. He wore a tartan kilt, and a bobble hat. His accent was a harsh Scottish one, but thought before he spoke. A confident, fierce leader, a kuudere.
Northern Ireland had the same hair shade as Ireland, which she had tied back in a plait. She wore a traditional Irish dancing dress. Her accent could vary from Belfast to hard to understand. An energetic youngster, carefree and a dandere.
"what the (fudge) just happened?!" England shouted, ruining the moment as always.
Northern Ireland face palmed, as Wales restrained Scotland from taking England out.
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Ficção HistóricaHello! 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...
