Hey, all! Someone may recognize me from my other story, Maple. The second chapter's in the works, but in the meantime, I'm doing something with my home country and my Boyfriend's homeland.

I have a Fem!Northern Ireland, representing my sister. That, and because there has to be a girl in the family to keep the men in line. Always.

She's not a crybaby by any means; in fact, she's rather rough-and-tumble with the biggest crush on France. EVAR. She has a hard time expressing her true feelings for people, especially her family, and has no problem taking controll when need be. She's a roaring drunk with a strong friendship with Russia and Canada, but she still loves the occasional shopping spree with Poland, Lithuania and Latvia.

And she's a complete wise-ass. That is all.

Enjoy!

Attempt Number one: Drunken Attraction

"I love ye." Ireland muttered against his older brother' scruffy red hair. Scotland tensed, then he sighed as his little brother giggled drunkenly.

"No, ye don't. It's the beer talkin', Shamus." He replied, leaning against the bar as his brother leaned against his shoulder.

"Uh-uh." He replied, looking up with narrow blue eyes. His curl, properly named Dublin, twitched atop his head. "Is not, Angus." He gazed over at Cody, who was dancing with a handsome lad with curled black hair. Angus sighed, trying to refrain from hitting his annoying little brother. He was stupid, he knew, accepting the offer from his little sister. She'd escaped the situation by dancing. But Angus… Oh, foolish Angus, had opted to sit at the bar and drink his scotch, not assuming that his roaring drunk of a brother would stumble over to him, drape himself over Angus' shoulders and begin whispering in his ear.

"Shamus…" He began, shaking his head. "You've had enough." He stood, paying his and Shamus' tabs and leading the other out of the pub. Cody would be able to get home on her own. If not, she'd somehow end up at some poor sop's mercy; probably the blonde bartender with brown eyes and a map of freckles. The poor bastard.

"Angus~!" Shamus whined, leaning heavily on his brother. "Where are we goin'?"

"I'm taking you home." Angus replied, picking the boy up so he could go faster. Shamus curled into his brother's chest happily, trying to escape the cold. One arm reached up the play with his Dublin curl. He already felt sleep creeping in on him.

"Mmn…" He murmured, shifting in Angus' arms. "M'kay." A few moments passed before he gave a large yawn. "I love ye, Angus." He murmured, slowly closing his eyes.

"No ye don't."

"Ngh. I do." Angus was about to respond before he realized that Shamus was already asleep. He sighed heavily.

"Ye idiot." He murmured, stepping up onto his brother's porch and stepping inside. He climbed the stairs to his room and gently laid him down on the bed, bringing the blanket up over him. Shamus squirmed a bit, some stray strands of fiery hair falling in his eyes. He suddenly looked like that cute little guy Angus once knew. "Ye drunken, lazy, goddamn adorable idiot."

...I realize now that I have no life.

Anyhow~! Dublin is supposed to be the equivilent to Italia and Romano's curl, except for when Ireland himself pulls on it. Then it just induces drowsiness.

I didn't know how to end this first chapter *Sweatdrop* So I just made it a drabble with Scotland say somehting hinting that he like Ireland, too. We'll see plenty more of Cody in the next chapter. Despite her rough exterior, she's a romantic at heart and loves a happy ending.

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