🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

Mr EU's Visit

France's part:
I was in the middle of making America's bacon sandwich when I heard a knock at the door. I sighed as I finished the sandwich and went to the door.

"Bonjour, France." Mr EU greeted me. He was tall, with blue hair tied back in a long, loose ponytail. He had two white wings, and a yellow halo with little stars hanging from it. He wore a blue suit with star decorations on the cuffs. His glasses hid a small scar over one of the stars.

"Bonjour, EU. How may I help you?" I answered.
"I was uh-wondering if you and Ireland would like to join something I've started.." He stumbled over his words, as if scared to say. He looked away and sighed.

"It's like where you come stay at my house with other EU countries for a few months, working and bonding and learning to fuse.. If you think it's a good idea, here's the leaflet.."
He handed me two leaflets before bowing forward and leaving.

Ireland's part:
I slid down the banisters and grabbed one of the leaflets from France before she could stop me. I read through it in wonder.

" This sounds like bloody paradise... " I marvelled as I read it.

"Language." France remarked. "But I do agree, this looks Étonnant.."
I couldn't wait to do this, to-

"What's the commotion about?" a familiar, posh, obnoxious voice. I turned around to see Britain, fully fused again.

"How are you fused again? I remember N. and Scott telling me they want to stay-"

"They changed their minds!" Britain snapped. "Now what's this rubbish about 'Paradise,' hmm?" Britain stanced against me. I clenched my fists at my side.

"Just because you don't like Mr EU.. Doesn't mean he is the ultimate evil.." I growled through gritted teeth. "And I'm going no matter f*cking what!" I stormed up the stairs, causing Canada to come out of his room to see what the commotion was.

Mr EU's part:
I was finishing a report on Brexit, when the phone on my desk rang. I picked it up to hear a familiar Cork accent.

"Dia duit Ireland, are you OK?" I asked. Normally he only rings when somethings off.
"I want to go to the thingy-nah-bob." he said bluntly. I wrote his name down on the sheet I was using for the names.

"Slán." he said as he hung up. I sighed as I put the report away. I took a sip of my cold expresso, a small comfort for me. I took an anti-depressant, put on my blue trenchcoat and left for home.