Of Windex And Air Raids
Ireland walked into the conference room, her plan already in action. Grinning, she walked casually across the room and sat down next to England, who was currently shuffling paper work. He was not at all amused at the fact that, out of the whole room, the redhead decided to sit next to him. Especially since Russia had an open seat next to him.
"What ever could you want this time Ireland?" He asked stiffly.
"Oh, nothing! I just thought that for once we should try and be civil. You know, talk out our differences and become friends. And forget all about the whole 'independence' thing like you did with America." England looked up from his papers and stared. For once, he was at a loss for words.
"W-what?"
"Yeah! Oh, and to seal the deal I brought you a new book!" Smiling she pulled out a copy of 'My Journey' by Tony Blair. Surprised England took the book and inspected it.
"I even got it singed for you." It was true, on the inside of the cover read:
'To England, I hope we get to meet again over tea like we used to!'
"Wow, this is really thoughtful of you Ireland! Thank you." He trailed off as he began to read the book immediately. After a few moments of silence, Ireland pulled out her cell phone and sent a quick text off before excusing herself. As she slipped out of the door, she quickly tucked around the corner. After waiting a few seconds, she began to mimic an old air raid siren from the time of the Blitz. England, suddenly falling back into old instincts, quickly threw down his book and yelled:
"QUICKLY! EVERYONE TO THE SHELTERS!" As he sprinted toward the open door located in the back of the conference room to escape the doomed building. And in that split second he realized that both America and Ireland weren't in the room. Unfortunately, at the same second he slammed face first into a closed and locked glass door. As the older country rolled around on the carpet holding his now bleeding nose he tried to hide his embarrassment from the other countries. Outside how ever, Ireland and America were rolling on the floor for completely different reasons, Ireland with a video camera and America holding a half empty bottle of Windex.
Oh JES
Hetalia + Windex Commercial birds + Ireland = (* e *)
I was making air raid sirens and my friends came up with this scenario and I had to share it with the world! Yeah, I feel so much better now that I've written it. And if none of you get the whole 'My Journey' By Tony Blair thing... Blair is an ex-British Prime Minister who wrote an autobiography about his time as the Prime Minister. He went to Ireland to do a book signing and he was met with equal amounts of "OMG SIGN MY COPY!" as he did "YOU SUCK, YOU BIG MEANIE!" He had water bottles, eggs, and shoes thrown at him. One lady was taken away after she tried to preform a Citizen's Arrest on him.