Canada's part:
Bel opened the door to his room. He was sitting on the side of the bed, a basin beside him with a bottle of boiled red lemonade on his bedside closet. I followed Northern Ireland to his side. He looked over at us from the corner of his eye. He looked awful.
"Are you OK?" North asked him. He spun around on hearing her voice. He smiled as he ran over to her, grabbed her by the waist and spun her around.
"You're here! You're actually here!" he cried. Her long hair spun round her like a halo. They both laughed as tears of joy fell down their faces.
Ireland set Northern Ireland down, before stumbling back against the bed. He started to breathe heavily and groan. I ran over to him, grabbed a bunch of cushions and plushies and propped him up.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, rubbing the sweat from his face.
"Like the first time I drank ale..." Ireland laughed weakly. Northern Ireland smiled at Ireland.
"We want to talk to you about something..." Northern Ireland said, looking stern.
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Fiksi SejarahHello! 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...
