English is not my first language so any bad phrasing or syntax or grammar can be justified (I hope)

I just always wanted to write a story of England fucking Ireland's brains out... And Ireland is a female here because if you think about it if the coutry Ireland ever personified into a human person it WOULD CERTAINLY BE A WOMAN. -end of story-

And we all know England needs a woman in his life. I mean ok he is a cute uke alright but I want to explore more his aggressive side if you know what I mean *winkwink*

This story is filled with my headcannons if you don't understand something ask on the reviews.

Also I am curious if you readers find the USUK reference in this chapter. Have fun reading :)

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England looked down at his drink having finally concluded that all this was a big waste of time. Even if Amsterdam was a remarkably nice city, even if Netherlands tried to make all of his guests feel welcome by noting from the best museums and places to visit to the fanciest pubs and even suggesting the best whorehouses, something was amiss. The pub England was now in was small but very neat, however he couldn't quite come to fully enjoy it. With a load of work back at his home, he couldn't waste time on tomorrow's EU meeting. Europeans and their stupid policies never interested him at the first place. He played his part in this big game but European countries most of the time were giving him a headache; it was times like this that he let his thoughts wander towards what was beyond the ocean…

England shook his head; thinking about that would do him no good now. He let his gaze wander lazily around the small low lit room until something that caught his eye made him froze. A couple of seats across him sat a woman that had ridiculously bright unruly ginger hair which concealed most of her face; England couldn't quite see it but knew she was very beautiful either way. This slender figure with the matching red hair could only belong to one person; Ireland. A strange longing took him over; same every time he saw her, however now he was equally curious whether she had noticed him. Ireland as she was sipping her drink slowly seemed as oblivious of him as he was for her moments ago.

A sudden idea was formed in his mind that brought up a smirk on his lips. One try wouldn't hurt would it? The worst thing it could happen was to be slapped across the face, but Ireland seemed very bored and tired to pick up a fight right now and that only did things better for him. Quickly England called the bartender and ordered a drink for her. With a secret satisfaction saw Ireland tossing her head in surprise when the bartender put the drink before her and raising a hand to deny it, but when the bartender pointed towards England, she turned her head and emerald eyes locked with his honey green ones.

For a moment they stood motionless. England knew perfectly well that Ireland wasn't drunk; it would take much more than a couple of drinks for her to feel even remotely tipsy. She looked exhausted though; no surprise either because except of the EU meetings, she had also had to attend the Euro Summit meetings that were much more frequent and tiring. And he knew her well enough to be aware that she would likely feel insulted to be offered a drink by England and that she would probably just walk away without touching it, but England was searching for the 1% of chance that she would not do that. After all they haven't seen each other, not even from afar, for over a half of year and now meeting by chance in the home place of another country was a very rare occurrence indeed. Maybe as rare as the reaction that England was hoping from Ireland.

England, never ceasing smiling at her, raised his glass and took a sip. With an increasing excitement saw Ireland doing the same. When she put down her glass, England saw her thumb moving to brush away the bright lipstick mark her lips had left on it. Ireland noticed him looking, their eyes were locked together once more and she bit her lipstick coloured lip seductively.

England's smile was now so broad it went beyond his canine teeth.

'She's mine now', he thought triumphantly

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Author's Note: A historical paradox that is created there; this story is situated roughly on 2012 but there were no EU meetings situated in Amsterdam this year; they all took place in Brussels. I moved the location to Amsterdam to make it more interesting with Netherlands being hospitable and all... ;)

Be gentle in the reviews it's my first story :)