Ireland was quietly painting her nails a bright pink and was contemplating putting smiley faces on them when she began to realize that her little sister, Liest, was standing behind her, annoyed. "Oh! Hi, Sis! When did you get here?" She asked excitedly, totally not realizing that Liest was probably not going to appreciate her perkiness. But then again, that was her trademark, so why didn't anyone like it?

"You idiot," Liest growled. Liest was the family demon, and really hated her older sister. "I got here only, oh, an hour ago! How long does it take you to paint your nails?!"

Ireland pouted. "Don't you like them? I could paint yours! Yea! Can I paint your nails? Pretty please?" She begged with puppy dog eyes. She was a major ditz, but she could almost always get what she wanted. Mostly because, if she didn't, she would throw a major temper tantrum.

"HELL NO!" Liest screamed. "I HATE PINK!" She walked over and slapped Ireland. "You… you little BITCH!"

Ireland's eyes filled up with tears as she touched her red cheek. "Ow… why, Liest? Why do you hate me?" She asked tremblingly. She then ran out, because she was a little afraid of her sister's reason. Suddenly, she became… so tired… so…

She stopped. Why was she tired? She fell to her knees. Why? What had made her so tired all of a sudden? Slowly, her eyes closed… and she fainted.

2p!Ireland was fighting 2p!Italy… again… and was winning. To some, it just looked like a knife fight, but to the ones who actually knew the history of those two, it was a fight for dominance. See, Ireland was the absolute most terrifying 2p! that there was. 2p!Italy was very, very jealous of that, as he was just barely below her. As a result, they often had bloody battles, and whoever won, was the leader, because in the world of the 2p!s, the scariest were the leaders.

2p!Ireland efficiently disarmed her opponent (again), kicked him in his weakest spot (which was not, actually, his "special spot"), and pinned him down with a knife to his neck. "Yield." She hissed at him, her eyes screaming bloodlust.

2p!Italy, recalling how she'd managed to nearly kill everyone she met, decided to play a little trick. He went fully limp, making her think he was submitting.

2p!Ireland, however, was not so easily fooled. She knew exactly what she was doing, but decided to play a little trick of her own. She got off him, seeming like she was going along with it, even going so far as to help him up.

2p!Italy realized what she was doing, but only because she always got a verbal confirmation. He calmly accepted her help, and immediately activated the circle that 2p!Japan had tattooed into his hand. He'd been furious at the time, but now took advantage of the barely inked lines.

2p!Ireland had not been expecting that little trick, and was promptly hurled across the battle hall. She hit her head on the opposing wall, and was cleanly knocked out. Damn you, Italy…