Morning 1
"Don't go in there!"
America stared at Wales who was leaning against the door of Ireland's room. His eyes full of panic, Ireland pushed the door open knocking the small man over and onto America.
"Dude what happened Ireland, is she hung over?"
"If you ever see Ireland hungover run as far away as possible. This is just Ireland in the morning,"
She turned around facing the two men as they trembled in each others arms, they could hear her muttering to her self
"get a room... waking me up for God knows what."
Scotland had the misfortune of running into her and not seeing who it was,
"what do you think you're doin'?... Shit."
"Think- Think, It's the morning I'm not even breathing yet."
She shoved him into the wall and contiuned trudging along, making her way towards the kitchen where salvation in the form of food and tea would await her. Her half brother Northern Ireland had made her a fry, not expecting thanks he handed her the plate only for it to be thrown back at him.
"Breakfast! Ha! Nothing says good morning like dead animals! Fried slices of pig, with tubes of pig, fungi and a chickens period on a plate! HA!"
She shoved the plate back at her brother going towards the presses now yelling her rant,
"OR YOU CAN BE HEALTHY WITH DUST AND MILK! THAT'S RIGHT I'VE READ THE BOXES, AND WITH FIBRE. I JUST CAN'T CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT AT FIBRE OH HOW YOU KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT!"
She slammed the press doors and left the kitchen bashing into England who was telling America to hurry up and get ready, only spurring another response from the grumpy Irish woman.
"Oh so you think you're going to be late, well let me ask you this. WHY does it matter when you show up? You could turn up three hours late in your flying mint bunny footy pajamas, scratching your balls with a fork and you'd still have to face that same shit. We all face the same thing day in day out so why the fuck should we bother. In the end we're just the players on some B team of an American sport that the world takes too seriously, and most of the people in this building are just subs."
In the last part of her sentence she turned her eyes to the men behind her. Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland, the Isle of Mann and the channel islands. The hall fell silent as she left to get out of the way of everyone before she truly exploded and left them in tears.
"I hate when she's right like that."
So Ireland really isn't a morning person. The jokes come from Dylan Moran, I edited it in places. On a side note, Ireland and England are both big fans of the series "The black books". Next up, Scotland's morning.