"It's a long story..." Ireland sighed as he began to tell Finland what had changed him...
Ireland's part:
After I was separated from you, I was sent to work on roads and farms, and barely getting enough food...
Eventually, England wanted to gain more power, and sent me to see her..
She said she... Had a plan for me.
"Hello, Ireland~" She purred at me from inside a large war tent. I nervously played with my hair, running the end of the braid through my fingers. England smirked down at me, and I heard the tent door close.
England slowly strut towards me, the pistol in her holster clinking against her thigh. I took a step back, as I felt a shiver down my spine.
"Such, beautiful red hair you have~" England purred, gently lifting my braid up into her hand. I shivered, terrified of this threatening woman.
"But..." England growled, her tone completely changed. She jerked my braid suddenly up, causing me to yelp.
England took out a shard of glass and cut it through my braid in one blow, before shoving me to the ground.
"I need a soldier, not a damsel in destress..." England yelled at me, stamping on my back. I was in tears, breathing heavily from the shooting pain from my back.
"Your training begins tomorrow, be at the camp at exactly 6:30am, or you will be punished..." England growled as she picked me by the scruff of my neck and throwing me out of the tent...
No one's part:
"And that's only the start of it..." Ireland muttered, as Finland sat in shock.
"I don't... Want to talk about anything else.." Ireland stuttered, his voice cracking.
Finland nodded, and looked back into the rain. He didn't really want to talk about what happened him either.
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The Snowflake and The Shamrock, A IreFin FanFic
FanficFinland has known Ireland since the vikings first raided him, and meets him again after centuries, but both have changed... Finland for the better, Ireland forced for the worse.... Original Ship by @big.boss.maker on Istragram. My first fanfic, do...
