A/N: The Only reason why I wrote this is because I need creative brain juices flowing. I know there is no 'Offical' Ireland yet but I have two OC(ish) Ireland characters this one and a male... But this is the girl Ireland(There are enough male characters as is!) Short little drabble. I know Ireland might be a man (says Hetalia Wiki) but I wanted to write this. May write more .-. But in the mean time enjoy :D. First person who gives her a theme song wins a cookie!

The red haired women stood and looked at him. His face stern even though he was sleeping. She stood silently in his room.

"Otouto…" She said walking closer to him. She wanted to touch his face so bad. "Why don't you sleep next to Onee anymore? You only love America-Otouto."

She reached for England's eyebrow; she wanted to brush it back like when he was younger.

Her hand withdrew. She didn't want to be a creep if he were to wake. But what did it matter? He was the one who went drinking with America last night. He's hung over it shouldn't matter.

"Why did you have to grow up on me?" She asked him when he rolled away from her. Her eyes started to water with sadness, as he wanted nothing to do with her. She started playing with the tip of her long braided hair. She mumbled Gaeilge words as she paced back and forth. Her heavy chest bounced as she mumbled.

Once again she stood back in her original spot. He muffled and rose up.

"I-Ireland?" He asked hazily as he surveyed the room. He was dressed in his nightwear.

Ireland smiled. "Oh don't be so formal Otouto." She said.

"Uh… Right, what are you doing here?" He asked as he laid back on his bed.

"I was just checking on you Otouto." Ireland smiled even wider. She was in pain.

"Stop Ireland. You sound so childish when you call me your little brother." England said looking straight at the ceiling.

"Oh but we're brother and sister. So I have the right." She said leaning over him. Her braid hit his face. He moved it behind her.

"But I'm a gentleman. I do everything properly." He argued to her, only to lower his voice due to him hurting his hung over head.

"Yes and I'm a often drunk lucky women. Get used to it." She said frowning at him rejecting her again.

"I don't have time to be as loose as you are Onee-" England started but finished with "-Ireland."

Her face showed a sad smile. "I enjoy it when you call me your big sister."

"Grow up." His finial words, almost a hiss.

He got up as she backed up.

He grabbed his jacket.

He walked out the door.

Leaving her in the cold.

A tear slowly dripped down her red cheek.

"Why are you leaving me?" she asked the air where only her voice echoed through the lifeless room.

"I drink when I'm happy. I drink when I'm sad. I drink when I'm angry." She said tightening her fist as the tear traveled down her chin, hanging on by all odds. Gravity wanted the tear down.

She fell onto the floor. The room where once a happy little boy played with his big sister, fought with his cousin France. But that little boy grew up. He became a rebel, he became a Gentleman, and he became England.

England's room.

England.

So cold. It rained.

So cold. It snowed.