🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

What Canada Saw

No one's part:
Canada opened his eyes. He looked around and saw a young man pacing back and forth, a worried look on his face.
He had brown messy hair tied back in a long ponytail. He had crystal blue eyes that shone like diamonds. He had pale skin dotted with freckles. Everything about him was eye-catching.

"Hello? Are you OK?" Canada started as he walked over to him, but the man just walked through him as if he was a ghost.

A young girl came out, wearing a maid like suit. She nodded at the man.
"You may go." he said as he handed her a bag filled with gold. He hurried past her and went through a big oak door. Canada felt a force push him forwards and into the room the man had rushed into.

In the room he saw Eire and IRA, sitting on the side of a big feather bed, IRA rocking a cradle back and forth. The man went over to her. He spoke everything in Irish, but Canada heard a voice say: "You are safe now. The Nordics' are on our side now.."
IRA nodded, and took a small baby out of the cradle. Canada wandered over to see a tiny version of Ireland, though he noticed without scares, and his eyes full of hope and wisdom.
"Thank you, Father.." Eire said to the man.
"Yes, thank you Hibernia." IRA said as she handed him the baby. Hibernia took off a bangle and handed it to Ireland. It had a small salmon on it, made of gold against the iron. Ireland giggled and held the bracelet in his two tiny hands.

Canada felt the world dissolve around him, and reform again. He opened his eyes again to see the outside of a grand house. He looked around and saw Ireland running around, now about 7. He was being chased by Eire, running after him in a short robe. Hibernia jumped out of a bush and began tickling Ireland. IRA was under an oak tree, making small necklaces and earrings.

All of a sudden a gun fired and just missed Eire's head. Hibernia turned around and pulled out a long sword. Eire ran forward and held Ireland in her arms, shielding him. A second shot fired and hit IRA in the arm. She gasped and stood up, clinging onto her arm.
"WHO'S THERE?!" Hibernia yelled at where the shot had come from. A man stepped out, wearing a red army uniform. He smirked and held the shotgun at his side. It was England. Ireland stared at his face, anger all over his own. England cocked the shotgun at all of them, one by one.
"Who will I shoot first, hmm.. Maybe the child?" England sneered as he pointed the gun at Ireland. Canada couldn't believe his eyes.

England pointed the gun at Hibernia. Hibernia stanced at him, looking at him straight in the eye. He sighed and dropped his sword. He looked up and went to say something, but England obviously didn't speak.

Then the gun shot another bullet.