Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia, so I don't own England...HAPPY NOW?
It was a normal breakfast at the UK household; well as normal as it can be when England's cooking.
"What is that?", "Mine moved!" and "I'm cooking next time!" were the usual responses to whatever was put down in front of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. But this time it was just Scotland and England arguing. 'Strange, usually they would start arguing after breakfast' North thought. She looked over at Wales, who was nearly falling asleep at the table. "You okay there, Dylan?" North asked using his human name. He just looked up at her, smiled weakly and gave her the thumbs up. North smiled back. 'He really doesn't do mornings but I guess-'her thought was cut off as she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She blinked and looked down, gasping as she saw parts of her white top being stained red. "Ow! What is-?" she stopped short again as more sharp pains went through her. At this point Wales was looking more alert and Scotland and England had stopped their arguing at her cry of pain. Sharp pains kept going through her as her top went redder from blood. "What-"a sharp pain" date" pain "is it?" The others blinked not understanding. Then it clicked, England swore quietly and with a sad smile said "It's the 12th, love." Scotland also swore, considerably louder than England did and went to turn on the British news. While they were waiting for the Northern Ireland news to come on, Wales and England were helping Northern Ireland onto the sofa and bandaging her cuts and burns. Her cringing and trying [and failing] to not to cry out the entire time. Scotland soon came into the room, " Aye, they said the riots were particularly bad this year, 'n that this is only that the beginnin' of them." North nodded in understanding and sighed. It was like this every year. Working up the will to speak she said through gasps " Oh...I didn't...think it'd...be that bad...this year...considerin" England sat quietly and finally said " Should I phone Ireland?" He then winced as his younger sister laughed hoarsely. "Why...bother?...He'll...just...say it...was my own..fault." She took a deep breath and coughed. "And...that I...should...unify...with him.." 'Like he always does, when I'm in pain'Another deep breath and coughed, this time with blood. England frowned, 'Sometimes Ireland can be so creepy.' He thought. He then swore, and bit his lip "North?." She looked up weakly. "I have a world meeting today but I can-"she interrupted him "Go...I'll...be..ok" she smiled weakly and gave him a shaky thumbs up. "But-!" England was interrupted by Wales, who had been watching silently the entire time "I'll stay, you and Scotland can go" England looked at him 'He looks determined'. "We're really sorry ta leave ya like this Northie but we 'ave ta go, at least ya 'ave your big bro Wales ta look after ya!" Scotland said trying to be positive. "I...told.. you! It's..ok!" She gave another cough. Then smiled " I've been through worse!"
AN: My first proper story! Reviews and or flames are very much appreciated! This is story is basically about the riots that happened in N.I. My town Ballyclare was one of the ones that was affected, there was about 50 people going through the town and they were setting cars on fire in some estates. [thankfully not near or my friends!] They also got a bus and drove it into a police land rover, injuring quite a lot of the police. The same sort of thing was happening in Belfast and in Lurgan. Please excuse my fail attempt at writing in a Scottish accent! After re-reading this, I made Ireland sound horrible. It wasn't the intention, Irish people are usually really friendly to Northern Irish people! But I decided to roll with it!