🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻

Ireland's Weird Food Habits;

Ireland's part:
By the time we made it to the canteen, most of the food was gone. The three of us sighed, and selected what was left.

German picked up a load of broken pretzels and put them into a small brown paper bag.
Poland picked up all the untouched dumplings, using up almost four plates.

I picked up a bunch of untoasted bagels and drenched them in marble syrup and popped one in my mouth, the sweetness oozing in my mouth.

Germany's part:
I stared at Ireland in disbelief. I know he has some...unusual food combinations... But this was beyond anything I had seen.

He noticed me staring, and shrugged as he swallowed what was in his mouth.

'Hah? What's wrong?' Ireland asked as
picked up another bagel. I felt Belgium's eyes burning into me and Ireland.

Ireland sighed and put the syrupy bagel back on his plate. You looked around and sighed heavily.

'Sorry, if I disgust you... But, I like me food this way after.... I didn't have a-lot of money and... I couldn't be picky..' He muttered, and I realised I could of really hurt his feelings.

I went over and gave him a hug. I first met Ireland when Germania, my great-grandfather, went over to Hibernia, as Rome left him alone.

I was always friends with Ireland, he helped me after the Wars, and I helped him in Rebellions, same with France.

Ireland's phone buzzed, and he reached into his pocket and looked. He sighed and looked up at me, smiling.

'I gotta go for a second, see you later..' He told me, before running off and out the door of the canteen, the Nordics looking confused as why he was running.