Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, just my character Northern Ireland and the republic of Ireland. Israel and Romania belong to my friend Sarah.
The room was dark, dark as hell. Anyone whose eyes were not adjusted to the darkness would take one step into the room and trip over the mess of dirty clothes and other discarded items that lay on the floor. Israel probably wouldn't have believed a room could be this messy if she hadn't seen it for herself. When her eyes finally adjusted to the dark room she looked towards the back corner where the bed was. In the center of the bed she recognized a huddled mass beneath the covers. "Ireland?" She called. "Hey republic of Ireland, are you there?" no response. "Roi? Lynn? Evelyn Moore you better respond now!" She walked over to the bed and tore the covers away. "What's your problem?" Ireland yelled in response.
(A/N: For the rest of this story the Republic of Ireland will just be called Ireland and Northern Ireland will be called North.)
"Ireland what are you still doing in bed?" Israel asked. "What do you mean? Its 6 o'clock in the morning. Typically people are asleep at this time." Ireland scowled. "Yea normal people, not nations who have a freaking world meeting in less than an hour." Israel reminded her friend as she opened the blinds in the room. "ugh, no!" Ireland groaned. "Can't you go in my place Israel? Just get notes for me and stuff? I mean I know we're not the same country but it shouldn't be too important should it?" Ireland begged as she brushed out her unruly mess of hair. "I didn't sleep well last night and in my opinion it's not fair for them to schedule a meeting today!"
Israel frowned to herself, "I can't just go for you Ireland, you need to be there. It might not be that important but because the meeting is here, in Dublin I'm pretty sure people would find it weird if the host country wasn't even there. I hate to tell you this but you just need to suck it up and go, birthday or no birthday you need to go today."
Ireland walked towards her closet and pulled out the first outfit she saw. She didn't take a close look at what it was and at this point didn't really care what it was. "Israel unless you want to see some things you'll never un-see I suggest you turn the other way." She warned as she began to change. Israel turned the other way, "But the blinds are open. What if someone sees?" "It's their fault for looking." Ireland retorted. "How much time do I have?" "About 45 minutes." Israel responded. "You might want to hurry it up or even America will beat you there."
"To be honest I don't really care. If I'm late its not like they can really say anything I mean I am the host country and it is my birthday, December 18." Ireland cringed after she finished her sentence. "Will the traitor be there?" "North? Not that I know of." Israel responded. "If you want I could call England and-" "Don't even think about calling him from my house!" Ireland yelled as she put her hair up in a pony tail. "Let's just go to the stupid meeting, I'll see when we're there anyways."
Israel sighed as Ireland pushed her out the door, this was going to be a long day.
To Israel's surprise when they got to the meeting room there were only a few other people there. There was France, at the opposite end of the table speaking to that one guy that looked a lot like America, Canadia or something like that. Standing over by the window were Germany and Italy. Strange, usually when Italy was present so was Romano. Judging by the fact he wasn't present in the room she guessed that meant Spain was off chasing him around the building or something. She didn't get a very good look at the room though because out of the corner of her eye she saw Ireland doing something strange.
"Ireland, what're you doing?" Ireland looked up from the floor. "I'm trying to fix my boot, its pissing me off." "Maybe if you didn't keep four guns in each boot it would be easier for you to get your feet to fit." Israel suggested. "Yea but then I'd have to carry more of them and I already have my rifle strapped to my back. It's easier this way." Ireland insisted.
"Honestly it's not proper for a lady, if you can call yourself that, to carry around so many weapons." Ireland scowled at the sound of this voice. "Hello England." Israel smiled. "How are you?" "I'm fine thanks for asking Israel." England smirked. "Ireland, you might want to re-dye your hair, I can see the red coming through the brown." Ireland, in one swift movement, got up off of the ground and stomped away, taking a seat towards the far end of the room.
"Um, I think its best if I go and sit with her…" Israel said quickly before she ran after Ireland. England smirked to himself and nodded. It was a good thing he made North stay home, now he would get to enjoy the mood he had put Ireland in all to himself.
"Stupid…pompous…bastard…not my fault North wanted money and weapons so much." Ireland mumbled to herself. Israel felt bad for Ireland. After 88 years she was still bothered by the fact that North had left for money and weapons. She was about to walk closer to Ireland and take a seat next to her but suddenly and arm wrapped around her. "Well bonjour Israel, how are you this fine morning?" Oh crap. France. How was Israel going to get out of this. "H-hello France. I'm good, and you?" Israel shivered. She kept darting her eyes towards Ireland to see if she would notice. Unluckily for her Ireland was sitting at the table glaring at England who smirked in return.
"Very well actually." France responded. "You know after this meeting we could go to my house and-" Before France knew what hit him he was down on the ground. "Only I have the right to touch Israel!" "Oh crap!" Israel thought. "Not him!" But unfortunately it was. Israel turned to see France's attacker and low and behold, there stood Romania.
"Oh yea? Says who?" France stood up to pull Israel out of Romania's grasp. Before Israel knew it she was stuck in a tug o' war match between France and Romania. "Ireland!" She yelled. She hated to bother Ireland but she really didn't want to be in this situation right now.
Within a second Romania and France were down on the ground, France with the wrong end of Ireland's rifle (A/N: the side that the bullets aren't shot out of) pointed at his face. "Look frog, I don't want you ever touching Israel again. I don't care how well she's *ahem* grown. It's impolite, it's demeaning, and it's disgusting. The next time you do, well let's just say you won't be meeting this end of the rifle." Ireland shot a glare in Romania's direction, "Same goes to you."
At this point some more countries had filed into the room and seen the display. Ireland helped Israel to her feet and the two countries sat down in their seats. England stared at Ireland from his end of the table. "What?" Ireland yelled. "Too un-ladylike for you? Or are you stupid enough that your brain is still processing what just happened?" Before England could respond Romano came running into the room with Spain on his heels. "Che cazzo Spain? Why the hell can't you leave me alone bastard?" Romano yelled. "But Lovi, you're so cute. You're blushing and you look like a tomato."
Hehehe, funny ain't it? I was planning on working some more on the next golden trio and this popped out instead. *is shot* I'll update it soon I swear. This isn't the story my friend Sarah and I are writing but this takes place during it sorta. Its basically stuff that won't make it in to the other story. I promise to update the next golden trio soon. :3 R&R pwease and don't kill me in my sleep.