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Ireland looked slightly confused, but agreed. Northern Ireland got two chairs and placed them by his bed.
Canada was feeling very tense about asking Ireland. He was having second thoughts when Ireland started talking.
"it's about last night... Isn't it?" he said as he looked away.
"well... Yes.." Canada said, trying not to sound rude. Ireland fidgeted nervously. He started to say something before collapsing on the floor, sobbing loudly.
"No... No... I... I.. It's just..." he stammered as he tried to control the sobs. Northern Ireland sat down beside him and sang. It was a song in Irish, so Canada didn't understand it, but her singing was beautiful. Ireland sat up, still crying, but not as loud. He sighed and wiped his eyes, before turning to Canada.
"Second time crying in two days because of this house, eh?" he said teasingly.
"Sorry." Canada said without thinking.
Ireland started laughing at him, as Canada realised it was a trap. He blushed but laughed along with them.
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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...
