The Scott and the Irish man |scotIre , country humans| COMPLETED

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I opened my eyes to see Ireland crying, I felt my heart crush at the sight of that reminding me of—- never mind.. "ugh, mo cheann ..(ugh, my head..)" I said gripping my head, I feel so dizzy that I swear there was 4 Ireland's. Waves of pain shot down my body, my muscles disagreeing with every movement I made, my vision soon went back to normal but it went all weird again when Ireland threw himself on me, I hit the ground and was pinned down by Ireland, and man, did he look pissed. "Why did you fight him?!" He shouted at me, I was quiet for a while.. why did I... "because, he called me a whore.. and insulted me." I finally spit out, I had confidence lurking in my tone but it didn't fully show. "He did..?" Ireland said looking surprised, "YOU POOR BABY!!" He shouted and fell down on me and hugged me extremely tightly.  I felt my face heat up, "speaking of baby, I have to go pick up Godzilla." I said as I tried to get Ireland off of me, he got off by himself, I helped! Totally, I thought as I stood up.  "I'll be back soon, don't burn the dorm down, I'm proud of my room." I said as I walked out of the room, I walked to my room and saw that America had texted me

Ame
Scoot

Hey scotch whiskey

Yes?

Can you come to my dorm, I have a outfit for you to wear today

Uh, yeah sure, but why?Nothing is going on today

Well, Japan is going to be here as well.  I want to do something

Okay then
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I decided that I would just go there in the outfit I'm wearing, I'm lazy, I thought as I picked up my phone and put my shoes on.  I walked slowly, kicking invisible rocks as I opened the front door and went to America's room, ugh, why did Ireland have to go with Italy?! I feel like I have been forbidden to be with or even near Ireland ever since middle school..

(Flash back: 7 years, 7th grade)

I woke up, my eyes burning in my skull as my light was turned on by my older brother, England.  "Wake up, waist of space." He spoke as he glared at my body, he never liked me after the death of my parents, "Buncombe, I'm better than you!" I said presumptuously, he slapped me, "ITS YOUR FAULT MOM DIED!!" He spat venomously, eyes showing the pain in his heart.  "I APOLOGIZED SO MANY TIMES!! ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT SHE WOULDN'T LET GO OF THOSE PILLS!! IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SO SO SORRY!!" I screamed in his face as I stood up and shot daggers in his eyes, "No you are not..." he whispered giving the same look to me, "I'll tell you just how sorry I am when I get home." I said turning my eyes towards my wall, it was filled with paper full of lyrics, I heard him leave and close my door as my room filled back with darkness.  I went to my dresser and grabbed black jeans, black hoodie, and black boots.  I was told by many people that I look like I'm going to rob a bank.  I grabbed my bag and put all of my stuff in it, I also reached over to my beer bag and took two out and hid them in my bag.  I walked out of my room and put my hood over my head as I walked out of my house, I wandered over to the bus stop and sat on the ground waiting.

I finally heard the bus pull up, I looked up and slowly stood up, I felt like everyone was looking at me, I grudgingly got onto the bus and I put my head down and walked down the aisle of the bus and sat at the very back and glared at the people that looked at me.  I got my notebook out and decided to try and write a song. 

The bus stopped at a few more times before it arrived at the school, I was the first one up, I trotted down the bus and out to the building, the rest of the countries in the bus filing out to the school.  We were extremely early so we had to wait outside for 20 minutes, I sat beside a tree and continued to write when I felt like I was being watched, I looked up to see a country, it was red and white, it looked like mine but with my brothers colors, "Hey, you are new, right?" The country spoke, I scoffed and said in a deep,threatening, and bold voice, "Aye, what's it to ya?" "BRO!! OH there you are!!" A bigger country said as it ran over and grabbed the other country's arm, it soon turned its head to me, "oh, hey! You must be new! My name is Ireland and this is my brother, Northern Ireland!" Wow, their parents got real creative. I thought as I looked at them, "Scotland." I said spitting a bit, "Sorry to bother you then..." "better be." "HEY!!" A guy shouted, grabbing attention from a whole load of people, "What right do YOU have to be a little BRAT to my FRIEND?!" The country shouted, and grabbed my hoodie and lifted me up, him yelling really reminded me about England so I said my normal line for him, "I'm sorry I'm a mistake..." I whispered, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" The country yelled in my ear, "IM SORRY IM A MISTAKE!!"  I screamed, my eyes starting to fill with water, I smacked the dude and kicked him in the gut.  He released his grip and I dropped to the bottom of the tree once again, I glared at the kid and spat on him.  I grabbed my notebook, pencil, and my bag and climbed the tree to write in peace..