Hello to all people who will read this!
Right now, I'm warning you that there WILL be Canon/OC so if you don't like that, please don't flame me! I'm warning you here, so if you flame anyway, you're officially rude! If the character's a Mary-Sue, please just TELL me. Thank you.
This is for Kit-Kat-Kitsune, for her 100th review for Be Careful What You Wish For! I'm sorry it took so long... ^_^'
Ireland is her OC, and here is her profile:
Country: Ireland
Human Name: Katherine Kirkland
Appearance: Long red hair styled in a braid, blue eyes, petit, fair skinned and normal measurements.
Random Information: The youngest Kirkland, temperamental, innocent.
Likes: Writing, Reading, The Arts, and dogs
Dislikes: Siblings (occasionally) and messing up her magic
Friends: Canada, Japan, China, Prussia, Baltics, and Russia
And now, on with the story~
"...Russia? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ireland exclaimed, fear evident in her eyes. She looked down at the tall Russian's head that was peering at her from the summoning circle's center. She was certain that she didn't mess up her spell this time! "I shouldn't have eaten those scones Artie sent me." The girl muttered under her breath. He must have either cursed them, or had his failure rub off on them. Ireland sat down on the floor to closer to nation she summoned.
"You called, da?" Russia responded. "And why would you eat comrade England's cooking?" Ireland took a moment to think before answering his questions. It wouldn't be wise to upset him.
"Actually, I didn't call for you. I was trying to summon a crow-monster to scare England out of his wits." Ireland smirked, her fear slightly lessening. "And I honestly don't know why I ate them. I must have been feeling suicidal that morning."
"I understand." Russia said, attempting to smile innocently at her. She only flinched and moved away as the taller nation pulled himself out of the summoning circle. "But why did you want to curse England? Maybe I can help you." Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a faucet pipe.
A chill went down Ireland's back. "No thank you, Russia. I wanted to curse him because I want North back." The girl pouted, and moved a little further from the intimidating nation. He smiled again at her, but the seemingly innocent face hid streaks of insanity.
"That's too bad," Russia sighed, a placed a hand on Ireland's head. "But I must thank you for summoning me. My sister, Belarus was stalking me. She is truly frightening. As a reward, why don't you become one with Mother Russia?" Russia start to 'kol' and press his hand on Ireland, causing her knees to bend.
"As lovely as that sounds, I'm afraid I'm late for a... um... meeting! Yes that's it, meeting! With... Germany! And you know how he gets, so goodbye!" Without another word, Ireland ran up the stairs of her basement into her living room, Russia trailing her as he would his pray. Ireland ran outside, and she quickly took her cell phone out of the pocket of her jeans. Without thinking, she pressed a random speed dial on her phone.
"Hello? This is Toris speaking. Ho-"
"Russia wants me to become one with him. What do I do?" Ireland interrupted, glad she pressed Lithuania's button. Turning around a corner, she sat on a bench placed on the street.
"Is that you, Katherine?" Lithuania asked his friend. She normally wasn't this loud, or panicky.
"Yes, Toris!" Katherine said quickly, switching to a hushed tone. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering ya, but what advice can ya give meh?" Her Irish brogue was thickening as she became more nervous.
"Run." Toris replied, hanging up. He knew Russia would be able to tell that Toris was helping her. Hearing a strange mumbling sound, Ireland looked up to see the Russian towering over her.
"You do not want to become one?" Russia said, his facade gone. His grin twisted into a sadistic one. He loomed over the poor girl, stroking his pipe. "Kolkolkolkolkol"
"I really don't want to become one! Not until I at least get Artie back for everything he did to me over the ages!" Ireland cried. Suddenly, an idea surfaced into her head. "Maybe I can help you with something? Anything? I can use magic. And then you could help me with England?" She desperately stood up to face the Russian. Anxiously, she tugged at her braid.
Russia stood there for a few seconds, contemplating his choices. He did want to get back at England for suggesting the Iron Curtain. And he could also hurt America through England... And maybe this small girl could curse Belarus?
But he didn't know Ireland very well. The most he had ever interacted with her was during that drinking contest. Denmark challenged Prussia, Germany, Hungary, Ireland, himself, Latvia, Luxembourg, and Czech Republic. The rules were that you could pick your own alcohol, but who ever drank the most of it without passing out would win. Amazingly, Luxembourg won while being cheered on by Netherlands and Belgium. Who knew that such a small girl could consume that much alcohol?
"Um, Mr. Russia?" Ireland asked, nervous to stop his train of thought. Russia had made up his mind.
"I will help you, da?"
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About ten minutes later, Ireland and Russia returned to the Irish nation's house. Upon entering, they returned to her basement. Switching on the lights, it looked completely different. It was a large room with a large star in the middle. Ireland quickly grabbed a rug that was rolled up against the wall to cover the star. The room was painted a dark green, and had two white couches. In between them was a wooden table that appeared to be an antique. In the basement there were two doors. Noticing Russia's stares, she explained what they were.
Pointing to her left, she identified the a wooden door. "That's a washroom. Feel free to use it if the need arrises." Turning her body, she gestured to another door. "Behind that door is my private study. Please don't enter it, unless you need to, of course." Feeling content with herself, she sat down on her couch. She smiled slightly at Russia, as if inviting him to sit across from her. He decided to sit next to her instead. They sat in awkward silence for a moment, until Ireland attempted to begin a conversation.
"Um, do you want something to drink?"
"No, I have my vodka." The two remained in awkward silence until Russia spoke again.
"You like whisky, da?"
"Yes, I do." The Russian smiled again, reminding Ireland why he was still there.
"How are we going to curse England?" Ireland said, mischief sneaking itself into her eyes. She was becoming a little more comfortable around Russia, but he was still intimidating. Not to mention creepy.
"Kill his magical friends?" Russia's smile widened. He remembered the time when he caught England talking to his magical friends during WWII. That was a truly strange experience...
Anyway, it was amusing to watch Ireland's reactions to everything he said. Especially when he mentioned killing the magical friends. "You would kill Flying Mint Bunny?" Her eyes widened as she scooted away from Russia, who only moved closer. "They could become one with me." Russia stated, as if this was an even better idea. That idea was quickly rejected as well.
"Then why don't you help me first?" Russia said, moving even closer to the now trembling girl. Assuming she agreed by not speaking, Russia continued. "You see, I have two sisters. You probably know them, but they're very weird. One of them is very nice, but very emotional. The other one is beautiful, but she stalks me."
"Belarus?" Ireland asked. Russia nodded his head.
"Da. Do you think you can convince her with magic to leave me alone? She is very scary." Ireland contemplated what she could do. Obviously, she would help the frightening Russian.
"I can make her fall in love with someone else." Ireland announced, seeing this as the best option.
"That is good, da?" Russia said, standing up. "What do you need?" He smiled a sincerely, overjoyed at the thought of Belarus leaving him alone!
"I have all the ingredients, but I need some of her hair."
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Next chapter will be Belarus-centric, so be on the lookout for that! Thanks again! :)