"A Weapon for a Drunk"

When I awoke in the morning my head was slightly buzzed from the activities of the night before. For her size and not being of Germanic decent, she was able to hold her liquor quite well, but like she predicted she had gotten much loader as the night went on. I slowly rolled over to face were the Celt had fallen asleep, being an early riser, I expected her to still be asleep. Much to my surprise the Celt was not present among her blankets.

I slowly rose from my hay pile and headed to the entrance of her shelter. This woman was full of surprises. She was out with her people at this hour in the morning, tending to the children, helping the men prepare for battle and helping the women ready the meals for the day... especially after the night we had. Her people looked at her with eyes full of thanks and adoration. The way she interacted with them was different than that of the other nations. She just was not a leader to them, she was also a caregiver. This trait was a shock to see after our encounter last night.

Throwing my amour back on, still uneasy with the way the Celts would accept me; I headed out to meet the Celt who kept surprising me.

"Morning Blondie hoped you slept alright." Said the girl who was surprisingly chipper for someone who probably drank more than her own weight the previous night.

"Blondie?"I asked with a smile. "So how much did we end up drinking last night, it's all pretty much a blur after the 17th round."

"Ummm..." As she starts counting something on her fingers, "Probably enough to leave all my Alba warriors with massive hangovers the next day. Oh! And where are my manors, we never properly introduced ourselves, I am the Celtic Nation, but you can call me Fallon" She said with a smile. If she had a hangover she hid it very well.

"Greeting Fallon, I am Germania and you may call me Hillard. So, what's the plan for the day?" I asked curiously. I wanted to stay but I didn't want to feel useless.

"Well...Oh! I know! You have seen my glorious and handsome Alba but would you like to come with me to see my beautiful Erin? (Irish term referring to Ireland) The only thing is I will have to be back for the night guard...stupid bloody Romans"

"You're awful full of yourself aren't you Celt, alright let's go see this beautiful Erin of yours. I promise we will be back to watch at night, ill even help tonight." Better than expected now if only this hangover was gone.

"I'm only telling the truth, even though that stupid Roman drove my people off of the main land, Alba and Erin are the most magical places I have ever seen. But then again almost every nation thinks that about their own land" She said as a faint blush came to her cheeks, augmenting the red of her hair. I found myself staring for a second without noticing.

"Ah, yeah I am sure I would say the same about my homeland as well. You will have to come sometime. Anyway we better be off, lead the way O' little one."
She stuck out her tongue in a childish manner upon the height comment "Let me just grab my claymore and we'll be on our way."

"I seem to be without a weapon, would you be able to spare a 'claymore' for your guest?"

"Actually I think I have the perfect thing for you," She said as she ran back to her shelter structure. After a few minutes and a couple of curses that fallowed a crash like sound, she returned dragging a long object with a black cloth over it. "Here, this Claymore was made for one of the armies leaders but that Stupid Roman thought it be a good idea to kill him to make an example to the rest of my people. Well he was bloody wrong now wasn't he? You can take it; it is much too big for me or any of my men to wield safely."

My eyes widened as I removed the black cloth from my new weapon. It was finely crafted, with a blade that looks to be about the size of the Celt herself. I looked up the polished blade; one side was serrated the other straight as any sword I had ever seen. The handle had a large pummel on the bottom which balanced the sword perfectly.

"This weapon looks like it was made by an expert; remind me to never question the skills of your people. I promise before we part ways I will shed Roman blood with this. I greatly appreciate your generosity, I owe for this, thank you." I smiled as I admired my gift, it had a lot of mass but it was not heavy. "I think I could get used to this."

"I'm glad you like it, now I think it is time that we head to my pretty Erin, shall we?" She said as blush once more found itself on her cheeks. She gestured towards the forest for our journey to her Erin to begin.

It is going to be a good day.

A.N.~

Hope you enjoyed chapter two

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz