Usually, when one country knows a good amount about another country, and states these facts aloud, it's considered an impressive show of respect... Yet I did not know this when I visited my first conference among the Allies, and I was chock full of information about each country, brimming to the top with nothing but respect and unmistakable awe for each one... But we'll start on that later.I'm a new country, my name's Ireland, and I have 3 older brothers.. England, America, and big brother Jay, or Southern Ireland. I've known Big Brother England since I can remember... but also, big brother England and big brother Jay have been fighting since I can remember too. It took only a few years (decades really) for me to meet Big Brother America, and Big Brother England wasn't too happy about it either. I think that's probably where I should start... kind of like the beginning, having it been many, many years ago after all.
~Ireland~
Chapter 1: Siblings: The doorbell rang violently, as if the person on the other side was in quite the rush. "Okay, Okay I'm coming! Bloody hell stop ringing!" I peeked up from my History book once I heard his voice. The room I sat in was mine and Jay's, the walls were a deep green color, and the floor lined with a soft carpet. My bed sat in the left side, adorned with a burgundy dresser facing adjacent, the covers of my bed being a unique red and black design that gave me a headache just to gaze at it. Beside from me, not too far away, sat a slightly longer blue bed, facing a smaller white, wooden dresser, the bed looking so lonely and unused with out him sitting on it. I shifted my gaze back upon the door, hoping to see his face burst in with a smile upon it. But he didn't, he'd been gone for a couple of days, saying he'd had enough of Big Brother England. Then I heard the front door close loudly, cutting me from my train of thoughts.
The whole house became silent, it was starting to get late, the sun already set long past the horizon, and I knew I shouldn't pry. That I should just go to sleep and ask Big Brother about it in the morning, but I wanted to know who took so much of his attention, who would come to talk with him and what for. So, slowly, I crept off of the bed after grabbing my stuffed bear, and landing on the floor below with a silent 'plop', mentally telling myself to be quiet. I was small, having the appearance of being only barely older than 5, so it was easy to keep the floor boards from creaking underneath my weight. After passing a door that led to Big Brother's room, I heard quiet murmurs coming from the living room. Being as silent as I could, I snuck to the door way and peaked through the slightly opened door. Almost immediately, I accidentally came eye to eye with the stranger sitting beside my brother. He wore the normal attire that I would see Big Brother in, a dress shirt with black pants, but his skin was much more tan. His hair was also much more tame then Big Brother's spiky locks, and his face seemed to constantly wear a smile. When we met gazes from across the room, I observed his eyes, blue and lined with a small pair of spectacles. Alas, even through all of my effort of keeping silent as to not get in trouble were foiled once he spotted me. His face lit up considerably, and he beamed towards the doorway, gathering the attention of Big Brother, who looked towards the door exasperatingly, obviously not happy to see me awake. "Ireland, why don't you come in and introduce yourself?" England called, already knowing there was not a chance he could avoid the stranger meeting me now that his hopes were up. Silently, I crept into the room, holding my bear tightly, secretly hoping to be sent to bed quickly.
The stranger gave me a smile, leaning forward to look at me. "Hello, I'm America, what's your name?" I looked up at the man. 'America'? Where had I heard that before? That's when it hit me, he was one of the countries I often read about in my history book! Realization hitting me, it took me a few seconds to gather my words and reply back to the grinning country. "I-I'm Ireland.. Nice to meet you t-too...A-America." His eyes widened for a second before he began smiling again, grinning largely from ear to ear. "Ahh, you're so cute, Ireland!" He chided, ruffling my hair playfully. "You know you should really be in bed." Big Brother sighed, worry lining his expression. "S-Sorry, B-Big Brother..." As soon as the two words 'Big Brother' came out of my mouth, Big Brother England's face fell, and America began to look stunned. "You have a little sister?" America blurted, making England groan, rubbing his temples slowly. "Not just me you nitwit." As if suddenly reading what he meant he, once again, blurted out his thoughts loudly. "I have a little sister?" Now I was very confused, beyond confused, try... baffled, this cheerful man was my brother? Come to think of it... I thought warily, Big Brother England did look alike to America. I looked up at America innocently, thinking of what I always had called any of my older siblings, and.. alike to him, I blurted out my thoughts.. "Big Brother... America?"
As soon as I said this, England went dead silent as America took in what I had said. "Kyaaa! You are too cute!" America yelled loudly, springing forward to hug me bristly. I stared, shocked with the contact for a moment, before hugging back. Once America had let me out of his, surprisingly gentle, grip, I looked up at Big Brother England. His body and face had become brittle and stone-like, and his hair hid his eyes. "England? Are you ok?" America poked, fake concern apparent. England looked up at America, and something in his glance made him shrink back into his seat. England sighed, bringing back America's attention. "Well, this was going to be a surprise, but.." I rose an eye brow, Big Brother England was not one for surprises, unless he was simply reluctant to bring something up. "America will be staying with us for a short while." At this, America's expression brightened and he seemed to almost jump for joy. England looked up at me quietly. "Ireland, why don't you head to bed? America, let me show you the guest room." He spoke, standing and motioning for America to follow, as he left, America waved to me, smiling as I waved back nervously. Snapping out of my daze, I walked quietly back into my room, pulling down the covers slowly, pondering the look on Big Brother's face. It had seemed so sad, so stiff, and I'd never seen him look that way. The way his body had become brittle as if a breeze would break his exterior scared me, and I found myself tearing up at the prospect of my Big Brother becoming weak.
As I slid into bed, I paused when I heard feet shuffling down the hallway, and looking to the doorway, I saw Big Brother England, watching me silently. Catching my gaze, he looked into my eyes and gave me a half-hearted smile, slowly stepping into the room. Softening his gaze, he reached down and pulled the covers up to my chin, tucking me in lovingly, but keeping a solemn look etched into his eyes. Reaching my arms out from the constraints, I wrapped my arms around Big Brother's neck, hugging him tightly, hoping to help throw away that look that plagued him. His muscles tightened at the contact, but he soon wrapped his arms around me, holding me closely. Leaning forward, he laid me down on the pillow, warmth engulfing his eyes once again. Once he had successfully tucked me in again and constrained me from moving with the large blanket, he went towards the doorway, only to look back and say. "Good night.. Tairie.. we'll go to the lake tomorrow, so get some rest, alright?" My heart beat faster, and I nodded my head happily, the lake was my favorite place to go. "Thank you. Good Night, Big Brother England." I said, excitement lining my voice. He closed his eyes blissfully as he smiled, then turned, closing the door silently as he left.