First Chapter!
I don't own Hetalia!
Scotland walked into a bar with a giant grin on his face. Why? Because he saw his sister at the particular bar and decided to surprise her.
"Ireland! What a braw place tae be at this time!"
Ireland, having to be drinking coffee, choked when Scotland started talking.
"Alba! You know I hate it when you do that! Now would it kill ye to be a wee bit quieter?"
"Ha! As if!" Smiling, he took a chair beside her and asked for a shot of whiskey.
Ireland rolled her eyes at her brothers remark. Still a loud mouth, but not as bad as North Ireland. "Still drinking past your limit I see?" Ian burst out laughing at that.
"Nae as much a I used tae. I'm getting better!"
Just that moment Flora came and decided to speak up. "Nar he hasn't! I called a cab for 'im last week! When the cab driver couldn't take his talking, I had to call Patrick! Isnae that right, Ian?"
Scotland glared halfheartedly at the bar owner. "Tch! Ye always ruining me fun!"
"What is a beautiful girl like you doing here, Mon Cherie?" a voice behind Ireland had said. Ireland's face grew deadly pale at the French accent.
Please do not, I repeat, do not be France! Please! Turning she knew god was not on her side today, because there right in front of her was a French man dressed in bright purple and blue.
"Ohohoho, L'Irlande and L'Ecosse is enjoying the moment together, no?" Giving his best seductive smiles he sat next to his best friend, Scotland, who was grinning like Cheshire cat.
"France! Nice of you to drop by!"
"I couldn't just watch you two, so I decided to join you!" France had said.
Ireland was still pale because of France's arrival. "Great, what's next? The bad touch trio all here? No wait don't answer that."
"I could call them if you want." Grinning, France hugged her and asked Scotland if that was okay.
"Sure, besides Prussia probably wants a rematch in the drinking contest."
Ireland, still being hugged by France, tried to escape the man's arms. "Let go frog face! Cant breathe!" Slightly turning blue from lack of air. France let go and laughed.
"Sorry L'Irlande. But your too easy to hug." He smiled once more before going into another conversation with Scotland.
"Well I have to go. Bye." Ireland left in a hurry not wanting to be near the perverted blond.
Scotland and France looked up to see Ireland in a hurry.
(A/N) This was out of boredom and plus its my first story so dont be mad if the story is bad.
I can't speak french so im not sure how the accent goes. Same with Ireland, I figured its similar to the scottish accent.
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