(For this I suggest listening to "The Rock" By molly Phillips from the show So Weird.)
A House Divided
They didn't always use to hate each other and fight. As children he and his brothers would talk and play games with pixies and other fae folk. But that changed when Ireland, Scotland and little Wales was introduced to him… He was small with corn silk hair and eyes the color of a clover. To the young Irish boy he was cute and with his way of speaking but to his older brother Scotland the child was annoying. Scotland was always like that at first. He was prickly and tended to take time in warming up to people but the little blond nation toddled after them wherever they went. Ireland was happy to teach him dance and about farming. Scotland taught the boy to fight and how to survive the wilds, mostly by chasing him with a claymore.
The boy called England grew and stopped trotting behind him and the others to instead walk beside them. Strangely along with the younger one's growth came the in fighting. Each changing in ways that forced them to draw away from each other. England was slowly trying to force them all under his thumb. He saw Wales cry out as his people were forced to lose their speech and ways of life. Scotland rose against him fighting tooth and nail but always only gaining victory at the cost of his home. Even Ireland himself soon spilt and became divided by not only loyalties but by religion. One step on the wrong side of certain street would have you stoned to death.
The years past with each one of them becoming men and gaining knowledge, but with them grew a deep anger that forced each to become hard and tough. Though they battled there homes stayed the same in certain ways. With the wisdom of age and the coming of grace Ireland knew that though the stones he climbed on as a boy would forever remain. No matter the changes to his people his heart would forever be the land he knew and loved.
Ireland stood on the cliffs of Mohar staring through the fog. He began to hum softly. These rocks were his anchors to his true self. This soil that was tough but rich, the cold winds weathering his face he could see the beauty that few would even dare to dream.
"This is my Island… My Ireland…" He lay on the ground and smiled at the gray sky. "The rock held me fast through the storms of my youth and still they sing to me li li li li li."
