Note, I don't own a damn thing from Hetalia. The Ireland in this is female, and does not have the same relationship with Bermuda. All other British OC's are the same

Katherine/Kathy = Ireland / Alexandria = Portugal / Niall = Scotland / Beru = Bermuda

Bermuda, my OC, is about the size and stature of Liechtenstein. Just as a reference.

Iberian War of Roses

Chapter 2 : Escape

Ireland

Wednesday, 6:49

Ireland slowly roused herself from sleep; she sat up looking around the room. Looking to the window, then closely at the drapes; she sighed shaking her head at the sight. She swung her legs over the side of the bed stretching her arms and legs out. She wasn't wearing much, just a green tank top and matching cotton shorts. She stood up from the bed, grabbing a bat she kept next to her bed. She strolled over to the window, bat dragged behind her. She took in a deep breath taking in the morning air. "Ah… It's going to be a good day!". With that she brought the bat up, ready to swing, slamming the bat home into the drape next to the window. A human like figure doubled over in pain as the bat hit home. He collapsed forward the drape ripping from the wall, trapping the man in it. leaving him at Ireland's whim. Ireland proceeded to happily beat the man with the aluminum bat.

"Gah, stop damnit!" The man got out of the heavy cloth and made his way for the door. Ireland recognized the boy, it was New Zealand, her… kind of cousin in law. He dodged one of her swings, giving him just enough time to scramble out the door. Ireland marched over to the door, shouting out into the hall with still slightly tired eyes.

"Agus tú ag fanacht amach shaobh bastard*" she said slamming the door behind him. She looked around the small room, cramped with beds. England had bought this house for himself and all of his extended family. It was getting so damn cramped at this point. She had to share her room with 7 others. Ireland, Bermuda, Malta, Wy, Kenya, India, Zimbabwe, and Seychelles all had to share this same small room. Wy and Bermuda had to share a bed for god sakes. Though they did look adorable, all but holding each other in their sleep. Despite all the commotion, all of them were still sleeping soundly "Aw… they all look so peaceful… Well all good things need to come to an end" she walked over to one of India's gongs. Readying her bat "Loud and abruptly" Ireland starting slamming the gong, sending shockwaves through the classroom, sending everyone from the cozy safety of their beds; Ireland taking delight in the task "Riiiiiiiise and Shine everyone! It's a brand new day!" Ireland said with a smile, Wy and Bermuda nearly jumped out of their skins, holding onto eachother out of fear. Malta rose without difficulty simply getting ready for the day. After a few moments everyone calmed down.

(*translated from Irish Gaelic : And stay out you perverted bastard!)

Wy finally pealed herself from Bermuda, who got up out of bed. She walked over to Ireland with sleepy eyes "Sister, why do you have to wake us up like that ~ it's so looud…" she said rubbing her tired eyes, voice in a slight whine.

Ireland looked at her younger, adopted sister, crouching down to her height "I'm sorry Beru, I need to wake everyone up for school, and everyone just shrugs me off if I do it quietly" She said trying to make the young territory understand.

Beru looked up with her soft green eyes, looking sad "I don't…" she said in her soft little voice.

Ireland looked at her and sighed knowing that it was true "Yeah… Yeah I know…" she couldn't look at her sad eyes like that anymore "Ok, how about this, I'll wake you up before everyone else so you can cover your ears" she said with a smile giving her a little wink.

Bermuda's face lit up with that proposition, she hugged her sister, her small arms barely reaching around her sister "Yes, thank you sister! I'll make sure to wake up!" she said joy evident in her voice.

Ireland lovingly muffled Bermuda's hair before standing up again "Now come on we need to get ready for school" she said giving her little sister a thumbs up. Bermuda smiled and nodded her head, going for her towel. Ireland smiled glad to have been a good sister to Bermuda. The girl was so shy, she was isolated for so many years, she didn't really trust anyone but her, Scotland, Wales, and to some extent England.

The next few minutes was what she dreaded each morning. Going to the public showers. Truthfully this 'house' was much more like a co-op… except everyone was out for themselves. The showers really weren't that bad, the room was girls only for a half an hour in the morning. The problem was getting there and back to the room. The march of the girls was a show few men in the house, regardless of the harsh beatings that Ireland, Malta, and Kenya dispensed on the idiots. The only ones who actually avoided the sight was England, Scotland, Wales, and Canada. Canada was far too shy to indulge in the perverted onlookers; England said he was simply above such idiocy. Scotland and Wales, her direct brothers, both said they didn't want her 'ghostly' white body to haunt their dreams (a remark that was rewarded with a black eye). There were also some of the younger kids who looked out of curiosity but didn't really understand the situation. Bermuda was always nervous about going through the hallway, always holding onto her hand.

In a uniformed line the girls exited their room, towels laid across their backs. The showing was actually pretty small that day; most probably thought twice about looking after New Zealand had come out with cracked ribs. Even the few boys out there were avoiding looks, or at the very least trying to hide their stares.

The group had made it to the showers without incident. It wasn't a nice place to take a shower. It really resembled more of a locker room showers then that of a home. Everyone took their uncomfortably cold showers in mostly silence. The sound of the water basically cancelled out any sound Ireland heard. She did her usual ritual, body wash first, then shampoo, then three rounds of conditioner. She loved being a tomboy, but her hair was the one girly thing she prided herself on. They got about half an hour to wash up before the boys were allowed in. With one minute left, they all turned off the water and wrapped up in their towels. They all went out into the halls, and as usual all the boys were waiting outside, ready to take their own showers. Ireland looked over to Canada; he was facing the wall blushing madly like he always did. He was a good kid, if she could get him to talk to people without stuttering she might be able to set him up on a date.

They all got to the room, once again without trouble. They all began to get dressed, much livelier then in the showers. India and Seychelles were talking about prospective boyfriends at school. Wy was begging Bermuda to let her copy her homework. Kenya and Zimbabwe were pumping each other up for a football match with the boys team. Malta was trying to find some way to newly conceal a knife in her school clothing. Looked like she was going to try and hide it in her sleeve today.

Everyone got dressed for school, all in a red plad skirts and sweaters. The classic school uniform of Hetalia High. Ireland, satisfied with her look for the day made her way for the kitchen. She braced herself for the room, it was like a miniature school cafeteria… which was constantly in a food fight. She walked in, and sure enough it was a mad house. It was like being in the middle of a moshpit. Ireland made her way to the table, where by some miracle her bowl was still there. She looked around for the cereal, which was nowhere to be found. She glanced up to discover what had happened to it. It seemed that Sealand and Cyprus were having a food fight with the final two boxes of cereal. Holding the bowl up to where the food was flying she was able to get some breakfast. Putting the bowl back in front of her she seemed to have a odd combination of Coco Puffs and POPS. Shrugging she took some milk and drenched to Frankenstein breakfast.

Before she started eating she looked to the end of the table, where Arthur was sitting. Looking as cool headed as ever he simply sipped his tea. God he looks so pompous. I can't wait till I can leave this freaking place in my rear view. Ireland then realized something. From what she could tell, everyone was accounted for, except Scotland. Where could that idiot brother of mine be this time… Suddenly she felt her stomach grumble egging her to start eating something. So much so she actually held her sides for a moment. Since she left Portugal's house so late she hadn't gotten any dinner Ugh I should have just spent the night at Portugal's, she has such good food.

Ireland finally willed herself to pick up her spoon, ready to start her breakfast. She spooned a bite, taking a moment to look at the bits of sugar encrusted food floating in the brown milk. "Mmmm" she was about to take a bite when suddenly someone's arm coiled itself around her neck, forcing her to drop the cereal. "GAH!" she looked up to find Scotland's face smiling down at her. Scotland, probably the only guy in the school who wore the bottoms of the girls uniform, claiming it to be a kilt and not a skirt. Ireland reached up with her hands struggling to release herself from Scotland's advantages grasp "Scotland… What the hell!" Idiot let me gooooo!

Suddenly Scotland's face went to that of false dismay "Oh my little sister, why couldn't you stay a child for just a bit longer!" he said continuing his head lock; easily fending off her sisters struggles. "Oh woe to all brothers who have gone through what I must now!" he said still in a voice worthy of one of those plays England seems to be so fond of.

"What are you talking about idiot!" Ireland was beginning to get frustrated, her face getting red with rage "Let go of me now!"

Bermuda made her way over to the two of them, curious what was going on "Brother, why are you doing that?" she said looking at Ireland a bit worried.

Scotland looked down at the young island territory "Oh so it seems I'm not the only one who hasn't heard yet" he lifted his head and used his booming voice to speak over the monotony "Everyone! Everyone! I have an announcement" For the most part everyone ignored the Scotsman, going about their business "It seems that our young Katherine here has went off and got herself a boyfriend!" then it happened. Everything stopped. I mean everything, everyone and perhaps time itself. For a moment Ireland could swear that some cereal had stopped midair to catch a look at her embarrassment. Ireland's face was now as red as one of Ivan's turnips. Even England seemed to take interest, and he never took interest… In anything she did. Everything seemed to slow down as Ireland became the center of attention. Slowly to her pleasure Scotland let her go of her. Ireland thanked him by doing a 360 in her chair and throwing a punch at Scotland who quickly sidestepped the attack.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" she demanded. In response Scotland produced the single red carnation. Ireland slowly took the flower, she was about to throw it back at Scotland before she saw the little tag attached to the plant. For Ireland. Her face slowly turned from red with rage to red with embarrassment. She looked up "Uh… where-"

"It was left out on the front door step last night" Scotland said with look of serious honesty, then a little smile twitched on his lips "So, who's your little boyfriend?" he asked with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Wh- wha? I don't have a-"

At that moment Bermuda chimed with a smiling face "You have a boyfriend sister? Really! Who is he?" she asked excitedly.

That started the flood, soon everyone was asking her what was going on, Scotland just laughing in the background at the chaos he created. Ireland made her way to the cabinet, grabbing a thermos "I- I don't know what your t-talking about…" she said, pouring what she could of her cereal into the thermos. All the questions 'Who was he' 'Where's he from?' "I- I- I" 'Is he cute' 'Is he young or old?' she looked around at all the acquiring faces feeling her shy side coming out. It had been so long since she felt this emotionally vulnerable 'Have you two done it yet?' that did it "I've gotta go!" she rushed through the crowd, throwing her arm through the backpack loop and out the door, sprinting down a couple of blocks. Avoiding looking back at any possible pursuers.

Wednesday, 7:34

After running for a few minutes she glanced back to find no one was running after her. She let out a sigh of relief, reaching a hand up to brush the few droplets of sweat from her brow. Then she felt the petals of the flower brushed her cheek. Realizing she was still gripping the pour thing for dear life. Her grip softened around the flower, it was really beautiful. She rolled her eyes for a moment, it was amazing what Niall would go through to embarrass her. Still where the hell did he get this flower? If it was just for a joke he would have just got a rose. But this… this was beautiful. Maybe… someone did leave this… for me…She tried shake the thought from her head. Like anyone would do this for me I'm just some pour little Irish girl with anger problems. She said feeling her heart clench.

Still she mewled the thought over in her head, starting to make a list of possible boys who could of given the flower to her. Well it's none of the boys from my house they could have just put the the flower outside the girls door instead of the house. This info was actually pretty helpful, cutting down on maybe a fourth of the boys who went to the school. It might of been France, but he would have probably left a rose, plus he didn't seem like the secret admirer type. It probably wasn't Switzerland, she had her suspicions on who he really liked. It might of been Russia, but if it was she should be getting stabbed by Bele right about now... Quickly Ireland did a turn around looking out for the platinum blond. Sighing, she was happy to note she was nowhere to be found. Ok so it wasn't Ivan. Austria was committed to Hungry. Could it be Germ...

Then she remembered something. She looked down at the flowers Wait… Portugal has a garden with these… She felt a wonderful feeling of hope flutter in her chest And Spains favorite flower is the Carnation! Did he send me this? Her face flushed again a small smile on her face resisting every fiber of her being that made her want to jump up and down in excitement. Spain has a crush on me! Spain has a crush on me!

Happily Ireland started walking towards school once again, whistling a old tune papa Hibernia had taught her a long time ago. She took swigs of her breakfast from the thermos, the sugar from the candied cereal. Boy I wonder how Portugal's gonna take it…

End of Chapter 2

Note: The Carnation is the national flower of Spain, but the Red Carnation is the National flower of Portugal.

Wow that was a fun chapter to write. So anyways I always imagined England's house like a madhouse with all of his colonies.

Oh and if you were wondering why Bermuda seems favored over the other colonies I just always had this thought that as England's first colony and remains a colony that she was seen as a part of the family instead of just the extended family.

I hope everyone liked the chapter. I really like writing for fem. Ireland. So confident yet so clueless eh? I didn't really get into it but I always saw her as kinda the girls advocate, always bothering England to improve the conditions for them.

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