🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

The Betrayal

Canada's part:
I looked everywhere for Britain. Well, everywhere he liked.
°The local tea shop
°The park
°The pound shop
°The museum
Heck I even checked with Mr ASEAN, who hadn't a clue where he was.

I was walking home, ready to admit defeat, when I remembered, his study! I ran into the house and up to the attic. I knocked on the door, before turning the knob.

No one's part:
Canada pushed on the stiff door, which opened eventually. He walked in, just to see all the chairs up-turned, the tables scratched and the books all over the floor. A shiver ran down Canada's spine.

He heard moans and sighs, muffled as if in another room. Canada saw a door, leading into another room. He slowly opened the door, and held in a scream with his hand.

Britain was leaning over an old, dirty sink. His hair was a mess of red, brown and black curls and splits. Two, red dragon wings came out of his back, a blue liquid dripping off them. He had a kilt, a white shirt and a golden locket on, each dripping with the same blue liquid. He seemed to be having an argument with himself.
"Let us go!" An sound with a mixture of Northern Ireland and Scotland's voices came out of him.
"Never!" Came out a echo-y, evil sounding mess.

Canada stumbled backwards, alarming "Britain." He turned around, his face looked the worst. It looked like the Union Jack, but melted off, revealing the four flags, combined together. Canada scrambled back, breathing heavily. Britain reached out a hand to him, and Canada let out a high pitched scream.

Ireland thundered up into the attic, and stood in shock at Britain. A look of anger pained Ireland's face.

"You promised you wouldn't do this again.." Ireland growled. Britain looked down on him before slamming the door on Canada's arm, who let out another scream.

" YOU TRAITOR!!" Ireland yelled at the door as he wrapped Canada's bleeding arm in his t-shirt.