🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

The Date

Ireland's part:
I walked over to the wardrobe, wiping sweat from my face. I looked through the wardrobe, before taking a dark blue tartan shirt out and skinny jeans Swede had given me. I grabbed a pair of black addias runners and ran down stairs.

I was going so fast I fell down the stairs and on top of Australia, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Cac! Sorry Aussie!" I said as I stood up.
"Nah, it's fine mate!" Australia answered, as he picked up the biggest tarantula I've ever seen off the floor.

"Ol' Charlotte here don't mind? Don't ya fuzz bean?" Australia said as he held the massive spider to his face, Aussie was now in a kawaii smile, before skipping off up the stairs. I will never understand that child.

Sweden's part:
I was standing at the table waiting for Ireland, a present for him on said table. Scotland and Wales were in the room, though Wales was playing Flappy Bird on his phone and Scotland was looking out the window, so I doubt they thought my presence was a thing to point out.

Ireland came stumbling into the kitchen, his "farmer's cap" lying across is face. He leaned over and panted, a new bruise on his arm.

I walked over to him and knelt down on one knee in front of him, and pushed his head up with my hand.

"How's my small potato?" I asked. Immediately a small blush appeared on Ireland's face as he pushed me over. He was very self-conscious about his height, so some times I annoyed him as I was a lot taller than him.

I got up and passed him the gift. His eyes gleamed as he shredded the wrapping off it. I had got him a Celtic Cross and an Easter Lily badge. He jumped on me and squeezed my sides. Although how small he looks, I swear he could crush anyone's ribs in an instant.

Scotland's part:
I stood there, looking at the cuddling and teasing each other. I turned away and looked out of the kitchen window at 2 birds fighting over a piece of bread.

"Are you ready?" Sweden asked in his stupid accent. They both got up and wished us goodbye.

"Ffarwel!" Wales called back while I just about mumbled a "bye."

After the door closed, Wales turned to me with a smirk. I knew I had a puzzled look, so I told him to buzz off.

"Someone's got a crush on Ireland~" Wales teased as he fluttered out of the room. From my reflection in the window, I could see how I tensed up and blushed. I tried to calm down, and went outside for some fresh-air.

Australia's part:
I was out in the garden with 'Zealand, when Scotland came out from the kitchen. From the look on his face, I knew he was after seeing Ireland flirting with Sweden.

"So, what happened?" New Z. asked as Scotland flopped into a deck chair. He immediately jumped back up as it was wet from the rain. New Zealand giggled, while I laughed like a dying badger. Scotland groaned before lying on the ground beside us.

"I don't know what's wrong... Every time I see Ireland with him, I wanna punch him in the nuts-" Scotland ranted as he flung his arms around his head. He dropped his arms by his side and sighed.

"I think someone's jealous~" I sang to him. He shot up and banged into my head. We both shouted as we clutched our heads where we got hit as 'Zealand laughed at our faces.

New bruise to add to the collection... I thought as Scotland got up and ran out the gate.

" You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?" New Zealand siad as she picked up her kiwi.
"He had to know eventually!" I said as I patted Dougie the dingo.