🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

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No one's part:
Hibernia collapsed on the ground, blood dripping from a red spot on his forehead.

"NOOOO!!" Ireland screamed as broke out of Eire's arms. He ran over to Hibernia's body, before looking up at England. He spat at England's leg. England smirked as he pointed the gun at Ireland's head. Eire ran forward and grabbed Ireland back behind her. Ireland looked behind him and saw IRA being held against the ground by Wales, but his eyes were white with a red cross in the middle. Scotland walked behind Eire and firmly held her by the shoulders. England grabbed Ireland by the hand and roughly dragged him away.

"No! Please! No! Have mercy!" Eire cried as she struggled against Scotland to get to Ireland.
"MAM!" Ireland screamed as he was dragged away and into the back of a wagon. Canada saw in horror as Eire was thrown down onto the paving stones. IRA broke free of Wales but was shot in the back by him. She struggled on the ground, before Wales hit her on the head with his gun. Blood ozzed across the ground as she lay emotionless on the stones. Eire saw all this before Scotland picked up Hibernia's sword and struck it through her waist. England smirked as he lit a match and burned the house down.

Ireland cried as he looked on through the window in the back of the wagon as it moved slowly away from his childhood home.
Canada wiped tears from his face as the world dissolved around him again.

He opened his eyes and saw Ireland, looking about 12 or 13, comforting a small America and.. Canada?! Canada was really confused, but continued to watch. We was whispering something to them, whatever it was it made them giggle.

Canada walked over to them and saw Ireland was giving them his pieces of bread and potatoes. Ireland looked extremely skinny and tired, but put on a smile to make Ame and Nada happy.

All of a sudden, England walked in, dragging India by the arm and through him into the room beside Ireland. India nuzzled into Ireland as England gave everyone a bit of gruel, except Ireland. England gave him a black potato and made him swallow it. Ireland immediately started to gag and cough up black liquid. Ireland looked up at England and gave him the finger. England sniffed and stormed out.

The world dissolved again and Canada saw Ireland wearing a green army uniform, reading a speech in front of the GPO, calling on the Irish people to help in this rising. Canada noted the scars on Ireland arms, but also saw scars similar on his face and neck. The one's on his arms had small British designs on them. Ireland climbed down from the stage and entered the now empty GPO.

Canada felt the ground dissolve, but this time more quickly. He blinked and saw Ireland being led out by two guards to a clearing. Canada quickly realised it was in an old jail. He turned around and saw a blindfolded Ireland having his arms tied being his back. Canada realised it was an execution. England, Scotland, Wales and India lined up, rifles in their arms, pointing at Ireland. Britain Fused into one and shot Ireland in the chest. Ireland smiled as the bullet ran through him. Canada puked at the sight of his older brother getting shot by his father.

The world dissolved and he saw buildings on fire, and Ireland standing there, a bloody bandage over one eye, and a bandage over where he was shot in the chest, a rifle in his arm. He looked around and spotted Britain loading a rifle. Ireland took aim and fired the rifle at Britain's arm. Britain fell back wards as he fired his own gun. The bullet hit Ireland in the shoulder. He gasped and held his arm. Britain walked over to Ireland, calling out his name, saying how great of an empire they could be. Ireland shook his head, laughing at Britain's stupidity.
"Ní oibreoidh mé leat riamh, " Ireland screamed at Britain. Britain shrugged as he throw something over to Ireland.

Canada walked over, through the rubble, and looked at the paper. It was saying it would end the distruction of Dublin and leave Ireland alone in future wars. Ireland sighed as he read he would have to give him Northern Ireland. Canada, confused, turned around and saw a shivering, injured N. Ireland.

The world dissolved around Canada and he landed in a small office. Britain was seated at a dark oak desk. The room was decorated with furs and foreign objects. Canada noted wolf skins and stuffed eagles and saw Ireland staring at them, with a pained look in his eyes.

"Tea?" Britain asked as he poured himself one in a Chinese style cup.
"Níl... Tá mé breá..." Ireland muttered.
"English, please."Britain said as he took a sip of tea.
Ireland took out the piece of paper with his named inked in at the bottom, along with N. Ireland's.

Canada was lifted up and saw images of Ireland, thinner than ever, fighting Northern Ireland.

He was dropped down in an old tennent house, the wooden floor boards damp and rotting. Ireland was huddled over on the ground, shivering and crying. Canada noticed a female shadow standing over Ireland's, when Ireland was the only one in the room.

"Join me..." A female voice rang out. "You can't keep resisting me.."

Ireland stood up. He nodded his head and touched the shadow.
Black tentacles sprang out and grabbed Ireland, however, he didn't struggle. In fact, he didn't even react.

Canada saw his eyes. They were cold and grey. Soon Ireland was covered in blackness. The blackness cleared and there stood a female version of Ireland, who looked kinda like his mother, but still had the Irish flag, with the white replaced with black. She put on an IRA hat, and smiled. She had two sharp teeth, one of her eyes were completely black, with a black liquid slowly oozing out of it.

She laughed as two black, inky arms came out of her back like wings. She walked out, holding a rifle at her side.

The world dissolved around Canada and he opened his eyes...

Sorry it's so long!!