Canada's part:
Ireland sighed. He got up and walked to his closet. He opened the drawer and took out a green box. He opened it and held it against his chest. He turned around to me and Bel, and showed us the box.
Inside was a locket in the shape of a shamrock. It was entrancing. It was gold with celtic designs carved into it, the chains attached to it full of designs from Irish mythology. Ireland opened up the locket. Inside was a black and white picture. There was two ladies. One had flowing long hair, which looked like a waterfall. Her face was dark with a harp-thingy in the middle. The other had short hair in a small bob, I tried not to look at her large bosom, which N. Ireland giggled at. Her face was lighter, with had the words 'Irish Republic' across. In the middle sat a young boy, his eyes wild with excitement. His hair was messy and in his face, and his flag looked exactly like Ireland's...
"Me mams..." Ireland said as he looked out the window. He sighed as he pointed to the one with the harp and long hair.
"That's Eire..." he said and pointed to the other one. "That's... She's commonly known as IRA.." he mumbled as he walked over to the drawer again and took out a brown box.
"this is the best way to explain it, lad.." Ireland mumbled as he took out a pinch of something that looked like green glitter. He took a deep breathe and blew it into my face.
Everything went black...
Until...
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửHello! 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...
