I forgot to put in an authors note in the last chapter. This is my new story Ca bhfuil Ireland? It's about England looking for the republic of Ireland (who is a girl in this story) and what happens when he finds her. at the moment it's not a pairing story but there is 85% chance that it will turn into story is un-beta so if there are any mistakes they are entirely my fault. OH and I have to do a disclaimer.

Sadly I do not own hetalia.

hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

England looked around, looking for the strong-willed, proud girl with a fiery temper to match her flaming hair, holding her head up high but then England remembered that he had no idea what had caused her to go missing. For all he knew she could be trying to disguise herself from her kidnappers trying to escape.

'No if Ireland got a chance to escape she would attack her captures and knock them out or something.' England reasoned to himself and kept looking for a girl with the description above.

So when England spotted a school girl about 13 or 14 walking up the opposite street with dull copper hair, looking as if a small gust of wind could blow her away, he did not expect her to be Ireland. But when he saw her face he knew that was the same face he had tried to find for the past 14 years.

"Ireland" he called out trying to get the girl's attention. The girl stiffened but just kept walking on.

"Ireland" Iggy tried again dodging a car while running across the road, again she ignored him.

"Éire" he tried this time using the Irish version of her name as he tried to catch up with her.

The girl turned around this time responding to the name 'Éire'.

When she spotted England a look of confusion came across her face.

"Um, I am very sorry but I don't know you. How do you know my name?" she squeaked.

England was taken aback by how scared she sounded. Even when he was his strongest at the height of his Empire she was one of the few people who would be able to look him in the eye and tell him she disagreed with him, and even more taken aback by the fact that she didn't recognize him.

"It's me, England, Britain, UK, Iggy.( Yes even resorting to that ridiculous name the other countries had come up with.) You know the person who you spent over 800 hundred years fighting with." He gushed out.

Éire looked at him like he was that stupid alien friend of America.

"Sir" she said in a delicate tone of voice. "Do you know where the person who is looking after you is?"

'Great now she thinks I'm crazy.' England thought.

He grabbed her arm and said "You're coming with me".

Éire's eyes widened and Iggy (a second or two late) realized what it must have seemed like to her.

"W-w-wait I wasn't trying to kidn…" England tried to say however the damage was done.

Éire let out a high-pitched scream and punched him in the face then ran down the street and around the corner at a speed that would have put an Italian to shame.

"Oh bloody fuck! Well she can still punch pretty hard. I think she broke my nose." Complained England.

'I'm glad no one else was on the street to witness that.'

England took out his phone. 'I'm going to need help with this one.'

Éire was having a bad day. To begin with a crazy man had tried to kidnap her (which is never a good way to start the day) then in school she realized she had forgotten to bring in her gear for P.E. So her P.E teacher (who a very strong Dublin accent.) told her to do a 5 A4 page essay on why P.E is important. Then History, Éire's favourite subject was canceled, her friend forgot to invite Éire to their party and no one reminded her, her parents weren't home until 6 '0 clock and she forgot to bring her house keys with her, all the comfy chairs in the library were taken so Éire had to sit on the small, colourful, plastic chairs for children of 3 or 4 years of age, oh and to top it all of it was lashing rain outside so Éire had to walk home in the rain without a coat or umbrella.

So as you can probably tell when Éire saw that her parents were serving tea to the crazy man she had met this morning, inside the house, Éire was not a happy camper.

Éire knew her parents had never been exactly safety-first after all one of her first memories was that she was left on her own in the house for over 3 hours with the back windows open. Apparently her parents thought that no one would try to break into the house and that Éire would be safe. It was a good thing that ads on the TV said the number to dial if there was an emergency and that Éire had been able to speak and read properly since the age of 1 and a half. Most people thought that impossible but Éire had always felt older and more mature than her age. Anyway she wouldn't have minded if something like that only happen once however by the time Éire was four years old she was well used to defending her self from burglars.

Still letting strange crazy men into the house and serving them tea was a new low for her parents. The most worrying part was that they were chatting like old friends.

"Oh Éire you're home. How was your day at school?" her mother asked.

Éire was still staring at the 'crazy man'.

"I see you have spotted our guest. This is…" said her father.

"YES! THIS WAS THE GUY WHO TRIED TO FUCKING KIDNAP ME THIS MORNING!" Shouted Éire.

"Éire please do not swear in front of guests." Her father said in a stern voice.

"WHY IS HE YOUR GUEST! I mean I know you guys have never been very cautious but letting strange men into the house, this is a new low even for you." Éire half laughed.

"You see that's where you're wrong. This man is an old friend of ours and an even older… okay maybe friend isn't the right word here but you have known him for a long, long time."

Éire stared at her parents.

"That doesn't make sense 1. I have only known him from this morning. 2. How could I know him longer than you two?" She asked.

"Maybe if I introduce my self properly." Said the 'crazy man' standing up.

"I am Arthur Kirkland personification of England. It is very nice to see you again Ireland."

I will probably change the summery further into the story and try to make it sound less like a pairing. Hope you like this story and that it doesn't fall flat on it's face. Please R&R and thank you to every one who has reviewed, followed or Favorited this.