🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

The Week After

France's part:
I was just finishing packing my stuff. I had agreed to go as Mr EU was very important to me.

I had just finished putting my last cook-book in a brown box, when I heard a knock at the door. I turned around to see Canada standing at the door, a worried look plastering his face.

"Are you OK, Fils?" I asked. He looked away before handing me a clear, plastic bag with white, powder inside of it. I quickly realised what it was.

"Where did you-" I started.
"In.. The bathroom.." He replied. I immediately thought of how annoyed Britain was.
"Go check on Britain." I said sternly. Canada nodded as he walked out of the room, leaving the bag on the table côté lit.

Mr EU's part:
I was just putting away some files when the phone rang. I put away the files and picked up the phone.

"Bonjour France, what's wrong? Pause. Sorry, what did he find? Pause. Understood, I'll look into it." I hung up the phone, and put on my coat. I grabbed my cappuccino and ran out of my office.

I summoned a pair of golden, transparent, starry wings on my back and took off to NATO's harbour boat.

When I got to the harbour, I realised the navy boat wasn't there. I then remembered that he had gone to see if the rumours about Russian Spy boats in the area.

I sighed. It would take hours for him to come back. I went into a small coffee shop, to get more coffee.. And maybe something to eat, just to pass the time. It was going to be a long evening....