🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

Back In The Real World

Canada's part:
I opened my eyes and saw I was on Ireland's bed.

"Do you now know why I don't get along with England.." Ireland said. His voice was hard and cold. His eyes were wet.

"Ireland-I.." I started.

"I don't wanna hear it." Ireland said as he left the room.

Ireland's part:
I walked downstairs and spotted Scottie. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him. Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually taller than Scotland, so I rested my head ontop of his. He blushed and pushed me away. I booped his nose and ran away, him running after me.

As I ran I bumped into Sweden, who fell back into Denmark, who was holding a lego Titanic.
"NOOOOO-" Denmark yelled as it hit the ground, collapsing in half.

Sweden handed me a bouquet of lilys, before pecking me on the cheek. I could only imagine Scott's face.

Scotland's part:
OK, what the f(duck)! I was f(duck)ing standing there, bloody dumbstruck, watching Sweden affectionately giving Ire flowers and kissing him on the cheeks. I stood there, making my hands into fists at my side, Sweden flirting with a blushing Ireland and Denmark crying over his lego.

"Howya, Sweden." I said through gritted teeth. Sweden looked up, smiled and had the f(duck)ing nerve to causally wave at me, and went back to talking to Ireland.

"So, are you free any day?" Sweden asked Ireland.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm free tomorrow.." Ireland said, smiling with a gentle pink glow on his face.
"Cool, see you tomorrow!" Sweden said as he turned around, dragging Denmark along.

I turned around and walked away from Ireland, knowing I'd blow my top.

Wales' part:
I was ringing Poland, asking when we could go flying together, when Scotland thundered through the door, before punching the wall. I hung up and flew over to him, concern filling me like warm milk.

"Scotland? What happened, Alban?" I said, as I rested my head on his shoulder. He gently pushed me off and walked into the kitchen. I looked out the door and saw Ireland standing there, a confused, worried look in his face. He was holding a bunch of white lilys, with a tag with Sweden's signature.
Oh boy, that's why Scott is annoyed.. I thought and flew away upstairs.