Ireland's Hetalia Story: France's Party.
"Oh dear, another one of Francis's parties." Arthur Kirkland, aka England, Iggy, Britian, and Uk told his little sister Cecil Kirkland. Originally named Cecil dé O'MacEllroy, she is now better known as Ireland or CeCe. Technically, she is a very old country; almost as old as japan, but she looks and acts like a fun-loving young adult. "Last time I went, Prussia jumped off the roof into the pool!" Ireland said, grinning. "You went to France's last party!" England asked, shocked. "How did you get out of your room?" he asked. "The window wasn't shut, so I just climbed on the side of the house and onto the ground." Ireland said. "You could have been hurt! Someone could have tried something on you!" England said, going off. "You know how Prussia (Aka Gilbert) and France (aka Francis Bonnefoy) are! Prussia invade other countries Vital Regions! He might try to invade yours! France is the country of love! You know it isn't only romantic love!" England exclaimed. "Well then come with me tonight, Fratello." Ireland said, calling England brother in Italian. She had learnt that from N. Italy, aka Feliciano Vargas, although he was normally just called Italy. Southern Italy was called Romano. Ireland didn't care too much for Romano, considering the last time she spoke to him he called her and her country 'a bunch of drunken ginger leprachauns.' "But who's going to watch the house? What if someone tries breaking in?" England asked. "Fratello, chill. We have to go! We're going to be late!" Ireland protested childishly. "Okay Poco Sorella." England said, calling Ireland little sister in Italian.
He had learnt Italian from Romano. They weren't late, almost though. "Okay, now that England and Ireland have joined us, how about a game of Seven Minutes in/of Heaven?" America, aka Alfred asked. "First to draw from the hat..." America said, smirking at England. "Alfred!" England said. "No silly, it's you!" America said, grinning. People shoved England towards the hat. England pulled out a slip of paper and America snatched. "Wurst and beer." He read out loud. Surely anyone everyone there could guess who that was. England went into the closet, closely followed by Germany, aka Ludwig. Seven minutes later, after silence, the two blonde's came out of the closet, both red in the face. A hour or so later, a few of the people had gone. It was now a certain redheaded girl's turn, and so she went up. "Ireland!" America called. "WHAT! No, she's too innocent!" England protested. "I'll be fine England." Ireland said, going up and taking a slip. America took it and read it out loud. "Blossoms." He said, and she walked straight into the Closet. It could have been any southern country, hell...even France!
"Hello Ireland." A respectable poliet voice said. "Hello there Japan." She said, hearing the door shut. She was thrilled that she didn't get placed with France or Prussia... seeing as they were major peverts. "Say, what do you think represents me?" Ireland asked. "Four leaf clover and gold coins." Japan replied quietly. Japan looked like something was bothering him though. "What's the matter Japan?" Ireland asked, smiling. "I'm not to sure if I'm really comfortable with this western culture, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to fit in and get along well." Japan said. "Oh please, you'll be fine." Ireland said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "You really think so?" Japan asked, his eyes brightening up. "Yeah, I do.." Ireland said, taking Japan's hand and placing a small kiss on it. "This isn't proper..." Japan said suddenly. "Nothing in western culture is proper." Ireland reminded him. "No, I mean..the man kisses the womans hand." Japan said, kssing her hand instead. "You really are a proper person, aren't you?" Ireland asked, grinning. "Well of course." Japan said, with a smirk. After a few seconds of chit chatting, and Japan feeling his face turn red from the compliments that Ireland was giving him, he leaned in gently and kissed her. Ireland was completely shocked, not offended, just shocked. "I care about you Cecil...I'm glad you weren't put with France or Prussia." He said quietly. "Kiku...I care about you too but..." Ireland said, not fighting the kiss. "But what?" Japan asked, pulling back. "I...I'm just...France.." Ireland said, stuttering. "What about him?" Japan asked. "I...I have a crush on him...and I said I wouldn't..." She said quietly. "Why do you think I was hoping it wasn't France? Because it'd be awkward...not because he can be a perv." She said quietly. Japan looked shocked, only for a moment. "I understand." He said quietly, as the seven minutes were up. He walked out, and was quietly followed by Ireland, who was holding back tears. "I-I-I'll be right back." She told England, stuttering. She ran to the bathroom and locked herself inside of it, sobbing. The other's however, were still continuing with their Seven Minutes of Heaven game.
Author's note: Ah, how sad. Love is in the air, and not all of it shall end sad. Let's see which two countries end up in the closet next. And hope for Russia's sake the Belarus and him don't get put together.