Authors Notes

So this Fanfiction is largely inspired by fir3h34rt of Deviant Art so use it as a visual reference for the characters. Except for North Ireland who is a girl. So I'll probably have later fics with the same OC's. Anyway enjoy ^_^


A Day At Irelands House

Part 1


Ireland was in the kitchen, he was preparing some potatoes for the coming day. A lot more then usual, today he was having company. He was having his brothers and sisters over for the first time in months. He didn't live in a large house, it was very modest for a nation as old as his. It had a kitchen, a den(which connected to the kitchen), a small bedroom and a bathroom. He also had a small attic where he had some storage. He had spruced it up moving the boxes and replacing them with some mattresses. He was prepared if his family wanted to stay over he was prepared.

He heard a knock at the door, he went over but already guessed it was who was. He opened the door to see a tall man in his favorite blue kilt. It was his slightly older brother Scotland standing tall as ever, his medieval claymore across his back. Ireland breathed in deep as Scotland grabbed him into a large bear hug. He had learned that Scotland's hugs could be possibly fatal if you weren't careful. "AHAHAHA great to see you again little brother, your place isn't nearly as stuffy, dank, or dreary as North had made it out to be!" Scotland said a bit of sweat on his brow

Ireland smirked Pff… North Scotland looked like he sighed but walked into Ireland's house, a backpack on his back, Ireland would be worried about it but didn't have time to. Almost as soon as he closed the door another knock on the door was heard. Ireland opened the door and saw his little brother Wales standing there with his hat on a smile on his face; Completely and utterly out of breath "H-hey Ireland long t-time no see" Ireland smiled at his little brother "Yea far too long bro, Scotland force you to race him again" Wales smile and sweat dropped a bit "Y-yea, you know I was looking f-foreword to having a nice walk. Then he challenges me and runs off" he walked in a green backpack on as well "When I didn't fallow he raced back and forced me to start running" Ireland closed the door behind his brother. By the sound of things it would likely be a bit before anyone else showed up. Still he was going to enjoy some time with his brothers alone. Wales had gone and sat up on the counter. Scotland seemed to have claimed the couch. He had taken out his sword and was cleaning it.

Ireland went over and sat on a chair to the table there was a lul where no one spoke. It had been a rather long time and none of them knew what to talk about. A few minutes came and went before Wales spoke up. "Hey Ireland, you still have that damn concoction you made… What was it? Guinness? Both Scotland and Ireland pecked up looking at Wales then at each other. A mischievous smile appeared on both their faces Ireland got up walking towards a door that could just be a closet "Excellent idea lad" Ireland said as Scotland got up too and messed with Wales hair through his hat "You know ideas like that is why you're my favorite brother" he said completely aware of Irelands presence

Ireland had went to the door and opened it up. A burst of freshly made beer came from below. O yeah. Did I mention he has a HUGE basement? And that it's basically one big refinery. Yeah. He has that.


-Twenty Minutes Later-

The last of the group was coming into view of Irelands house. One had long brown silky hair and a few freckles on her face. Standing in front of her was a little girl with blond hair and two ribbons in her hair she was skipping ahead happily in front of her companions. Last but not least was England walking alongside the brunette hands stuffed in his pockets dreading the day to come. He looked to his left at the brunette for a few moments before she looked back at him. He blushed slightly before looking ahead and walked ahead of them both to avoid North from seeing his blush. He walked onto the porch of the small house. To be honest he had kinda expected (and wanted) to see a slum of a house. When he got to the door and was about to knock he heard a ruckus going on inside. Bermuda (the blonde one) was about to burst through the door but stopped her from doing so.

England opened the door slightly to see what was going on. When he did he sighed. Scotland and Ireland were on the ground wrestling each other both with a determined smile on their face. Wales was sitting on the sidelines with a beer bottle in hand, laughing his ass off.

"Come on, that all you got you skirt wearing wuss!"

"Please you potato obsessed freak! I'll kick your ass any day sheep boy!"

"You're just jealous that we weren't able to beat that jackass England out of your country!"

England cleared his throat, Bermuda and North Ireland standing behind him. England was blocking the doorway so they weren't able to slip by. Ireland and Scotland stopped fighting for a moment looking at the newly arrived group. Ireland tossed Scotland off of him and to the side. He stood up brushing himself off slightly. It didn't take much he had swept before everyone had come. Even though he wasn't on good terms with England and North he was happy to see one person arrive.

Slipping through the blockade that was England, Bermuda came running at Ireland tackling him back to the ground he had just risen from, he didn't mind though, he had felt her squeeze tightly, her arms just barley making around him. He smiled "Hey Bermuda, you've been good?" the little mute girl looked up from his chest and nodded softly. Scotland felt the need to once again to interject himself.

"You know Patrick, she's been sulking every St. Patties since you've been gone" Ireland looked up at Scotland then back down at the young territory. She was hiding her face in his chest, he guessed blushing madly with embarrassment. Ireland chuckled "Did you miss me love?" Bermuda didn't dare look up but nodded up and down into his chest. He soon felt her sobbing abit into his chest. Ireland sighed and brought his hand and put it on top of her head. "It's okay lass, I'm here now, and you can visit whenever you want" For another minute or two she continued sobbing but stopped and stood up off of Ireland wiping her last tears with her arm. She put on a smile and gave a little thumbs up. Ireland got up off the ground.

England had walked into the room and let North in as well. Ireland sighed looking at the two of them. He kept the urge to kick them both out of his house. He kept his cool for the sake of the reunion. He put a smile on "Ok everyone the sooner we cook, the sooner we can eat, Ok Scotland start peeling potatoes, Wales I want you to…"

Ireland placed the last dish on the cramped table. There was a smorgasbord of Potato based dishes. Stuffed backed potatoes, Mashed potatoes, and some fried potatoes. The main dish was a nice beef stew that he had been heating for hours. Ireland had taken his seat at the head of the table, England did the same on the other side. Scotland and Wales sat at Irelands end while and Bermuda sat over with England. It was a very intimate the table was made to sit 4 people comfortably, not 6. Still People started to Eat. England looked at the food with disgust. Such simplicity. Ireland and his sister were first to serve themselves, North hadn't had proper Italian food in a long time.

Scotland was third closely fallowed by Wales. Bermuda looked at the food skeptically. She trusted her brother and knew he thought he had made a good meal for them, but if there was one thing she learned since going to England's house it was that good taste in food did not run in the family. She carefully spooned a bit of mashed potatoes (though they looked like they had been blended with cream) she salted it then put it in her mouth. Her eyes went wide open, dropping the spoon on her plate. Everyone turned to her thinking she might be choking or something. Ireland spoke up.

"Bermuda… Are you alright?" he asked starting to get out of his seat to help her. Bermuda calmly looked over to him then back at her plate. She picked her spoon back up and started eating as fast as she could, finishing her pile of potatoes in mere moments. Once finished she looked around at her adoptive family who were all still staring at her and blushed deeply, looking down to her lap. Scotland started laughing at the spectacle. He was quickly shut up by the fists of the Irish twins. Ireland just smiled a bit "Glad you like it lass" he said simply before eating again. The others imitated him. Soon Bermuda got over her embarrassment and started back as well, at a much slower pace.

England had still had nothing yet on his plate, simply staring down Ireland. Ireland felt his gaze, but decided to ignore it. The tension around the table was thick, besides Scotland who was constantly teasing Wales. Ireland looked over at Bermuda Who between bites was looking over at Wales… no wait, not Wales… No she was lookingover at his beer. Ireland chuckled "You want to try some lass?" Bermuda looked up at Ireland and smiled nodding her head with a tinge of pink on her face. Ireland smiled and stood up going towards the fridge. England looked at him without belief.

"South, what the hell do you think your doing" the blonde Englishman accused.

"First off, that's not my name, not anymore; and what does it look like? I'm getting my sister a drink, nothing so sinister" he said calmly opening the white magnetized door. He pulled out two bottles out, one as a replacement for his own beer.

North seemed to get upset like this "Patrick you can't be serious" she said not believing what her twin was doing.

Scotland slammed his fist on the table, "Ya what the hell?" he shakes his head "You gave your brothers piss warm drinks, when you had cold ones all along!" he said completely upset at the wrong thing. Bermuda started giggling at her brother. North Ireland face-palmed herself. Ireland and Wales were cracking up. England was looking at his older brother and had the mind to bash his own head into the table. Scotland looked around confused at the moment "… So... Am I the only one mad about the warm beer?" he said pointing at his own bottle.

North was the first to say something "Were not upset about the fact that the beer is warm"

"What else is there to be mad about"

England looked at his older brother with a annoyed look in his eyes "The problem is Bermuda is too young to have alcohol" Bermuda looked down a little disappointed England never lets me do anything. She sighed lightly but wasn't heard

Scotland looked at England more astonished now then confused "Too young? Too goddamn young? FOR BEER" he shook his head from side to side snatching one of the beers from Ireland "For gods sake when Grandfather Hiberia didn't put milk in our bottles it was something that was distilled" he took the bottle and skillfully slid the bottle over to Bermuda, it barley skipping by the dishes scattered on the table. Bermuda surprised by the sudden action barley caught it as it careened off the side of the table. "I say if she can get the damn thing without an opener then it's hers to drink"

(AN: This isn't meant to be a stereo-type towards the Irish and Scottish. For centuries upon centuries many drank alcohol over the filthy water supply from the local river or lake. People who drank the water got sick far more often then those who drank something distilled)

Everyone's eyes were on Bermuda her holding the bottle in her little hands. She picked up her napkin and put it over the bottle cap. She twisted with all her might both was sad to find that it wasn't a twist off like her previous bottled drinks. She tried simply to pull the cap off but didn't nearly have the brute strength to do so. After a minute or two she gave up on the bottle and placed the bottle on the table.

England pretty relieved to see her fail finally took up a spoon for the soup "Well, I guess that's the end of th-" just before he finished, Bermuda took up her butter knife and attempted to stab the bottle cap open. She was rewarded with a dent into the cap. She smiled feeling encouraged to open it. She now took it as a challenge then a chance to try the distilled liquid.

Scotland smiled seeing Bermudas more tomboyish side come out. It was a rare sight but it was always there "Excellent stuff lass, you'll get there soon enough" he said taking a spoonful of meat and broth from the soup.

Dinner was long since finished and clean up was near done, Ireland drying off the stew pot, North, Wales, England, and Scotland were all in the small den discussing trivial stud, trying to decide whether Scotland or England was the worst cook.

Bermuda on the other hand was sitting at the table still. Staring intently at the bottle as if she was trying to will it open with a pure power of her mind. Ireland smiled looking at his young adoptive sister. He had always been close to her ever since that blonde bastard brought her back from the new world. She never talked to his brothers, rarely to England. She was always very shy but her room was next to his and his sisters. She occasionally would get lonely and come over to his room. She never talked herself but would listen quietly. Every day he and his sister would invite Bermuda to play with them, but she would politely shake her head and they would go about their games. Still after months and months of asking; long after his sister had long given up on her, even finding her to be an annoyance. He continued to ask the small island colony if she wanted to join them. Finally she accepted sat down and played a board game with them.

(AN: This entire relationship really has no historical ties)

After looking as his little sister for a few moments he finally had finished cleaning the pot and put it away. When he was about to join the rest of his family in the den he was stopped by North Ireland. "Patrick, can I talk to you? Outside" She said heading for the back door. Ireland sighed; this was going to end badly.

He fallowed her to the backyard; there was a small patch of grass before an expansive dense forest. North was standing in the middle of the grass, Ireland looked at her with a sense of nostalgia; then he simply walked past her, "Do you want to tell me what the hell that was in there?" she said with anger evident in her Irish accent. Ireland calmly leaned up against a tree of the forest.

Ireland calmly looked up at his sister with bored eyes keeping himself in check. "What are you talking about?" he said with as level a voice as he could manage.

North looked at him still angry "What I'm talking about brother, is that you completely ignored me throughout the meal, you even acknowledged England before me!"

He looked up at her, blood starting to boil within him "That's because even with what he's done to me, to us, it's nothing in comparison to what you've done" he said a bit of disgust in his voice.

North looked baffled at him as if he had claimed that the world was flat or that she had simply sprouted wings. "What the hell are you talking about? He kept you utterly miserable for the better part of the last millennium, what could I have done worse then that?"

Ireland looked at her eyes full of fury "What? What could you have done?" he stepped away from the tree rage seeming to seep out of his pores. Out of fear North stepped back a bit "Well Claire, he was at least clear, he would conquer and oppress us" He started stepping closer to her, she backed up into the wall of the house but he continued to step foreword "You… you betrayed me!" he said slamming his hands on either side of her head, her eyes full of fear.

Still she still tried to keep her voice steady only stuttering at the beginning "I d-didn't betray y-" she was silenced by Ireland who slammed his palm into the wood panels behind her.

"Claire, I was under England's control for a lot longer then you, I watched how over the years you made him pay for every inch of ground he tried to take from you. I thought if anyone I could trust you to keep fighting on my side. Then, when finally I cause him to give up on Ireland, after all the pain and suffering I went through in the Easter Rebellion. You choose to stay with him. CHOSE!" he said with another resounding slam into the wall. North bit her lip, trying to hold in tears "Now listen, I finally escaped that damn mansion, you made your choice, live with it" With that he stepped back and moved back into the house.

North slowly slid down the side of the building, wrapping her arms around her knees. And started sobbing.

End of Part 1

So ya first Hetalia fic, Review pls, criticism encouraged