Authors Notes

So this is my second chapter for the British Isles Fanfiction. Hopefully someone liked the first one enough to read this -_-;; Anyway Read and Review, thank you

A Day At Ireland's House

Part 3

England was standing in the hallway just inside of Ireland's house, hand on his face trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do. He promised North that he would prove that Ireland still loved her. For gods sake for the last 60 years he's been bugging the crap out of north Irelands wing of the mansion, I thought it was to get at me… but now…(This is in reference to the IRA) England sighed as removed his hand from his face he was startled to find the little fairy fluttering there once again she seemed excited "So! SO! SO! What are you gonna do huh?" the little fairy said with a pestering tone

England looked at the pixy for once not so pleased to see her. He sighed walking past her "No clue" The pixy floated there for a moment, confused. She flew back towards him

"What do you mean you don't know? You just promised your sister that you would prove Mister Dougherty still loved" she said a bit worried that England truly didn't know what he was doing at the moment.

"Ya and how am I gonna d-" he stopped himself listening closely for a moment. He heard the rhythmic clapping from deeper inside the house. He hurried himself to the noise opening the door to the den.

He saw something he never truly expected to see. Bermuda, was dancing around atop the coffee table, in her light white blouse and her green skirt; lacking all if any coordination. Her brothers were around her clapping a beat for her to dance to. England didn't have to wonder what the cause of this was, the beer was in her hand, nearly completely empty.

-5 Minutes Ago-

Bermuda was sitting at the table staring into the bottle, looking at her dimmed reflection in the bottle. She sighed laying her head on her arm looking over her two brothers. Ireland and Scotland had once again began wrestling each other for some tedious reason. I don't get why they always like fighting so much, Brothers are weird She watched for a few moments before realizing that her third brother wasn't trying to break them up. She drearily looked around her to see Wales in the kitchen. He was already walking back to the fight a beer in one hand something shiny in the other. He stopped right next to her chair and she got a closer look at the metallic object. It was a bottle opener. She was curious why he had one, even if he was the most timid of her brothers he tended to open bottles with his bear hands. What's he doing. He popped the cap off the bottle and took a swish. Then he dropped the opener on the floor next Bermuda

"Oh no. I have dropped the bottle opener. Oh well, I'm sure Ireland wont mind" he said with a dead pan voice. He gave Bermuda a quick wink and smile before walking back to the fight. He kicked Scotland off of Ireland telling them they were idiots for fighting eachother. Before long it was a all out brawl between the three of them. Bermuda wasn't really watching anymore. She picked up the abandoned bottle opener and held it in her hands. She looked at the bottle cap she had bashed and battered. She put the opener to it and popped it off. She held the beer in her small hands. Well, here goes nothing. She threw the bottle above her, tilted straight into her mouth.

-Present-

Jeez Bermuda's such a lightweight. Ireland laughed watching her sister dance on the table after only one beer. Her face was completely flushed as she stumbled from one side of the table to the other. Ireland and his two brothers were standing around her clapping a beat for her. Partly cause it was fun seeing their cute little sister trying to dance to said beat. Though mostly it was to provide her with a safety net so she doesn't fall off the table. More often then not she would end up falling into Ireland's side. After two minutes someone had to ruin all of their fun. England came barging into the den looking furious "What the hell are you guys doing!" Well it's all fun and games til England decides to be an asshole. England came to the small table "Bermuda get off there now" Bermuda stopped dancing around and looked at her brother, looking disappointed. She tried to step down but lost her balanced falling once again into Irelands arms. Ireland adjusted her in his arms, carrying her bridal style. She seemed happily sleepy in his arms, her head laying against his chest. She was out like a light in a few moments.

England had lowered his voice to keep from waking up Bermuda "What the hell were you thinking, letting her drink that" he said with worry for the young territory

Ireland wasn't in the mood for England's crap still he spoke in a calm voice "Hey we all agreed that if she could get it open she could have it" He smiled smugly "Besides, it's your job to steal food out of people's mouths. With that he turned around Bermuda in his arms "Hey Scotland, can you help me put Bermuda in bed, Wales, get a bucket out of the closet…"

Rhys and Scotland was done putting Bermuda in the main bed, they had laid her on her stomach, her head falling off the side of the bed. This was to avoid her from drowning if she happens to throw up. The bucket was placed under her, the sheets were pulled tight to avoid having her roll on her stomach. Ireland looked to the corner of the room, North was sitting there patiently not meeting his gaze. The plan was to let the girls have the main bedroom and the men to scatter around the rest of the house. Ireland walked out without looking at North. Into the main living room once again. Scotland gave North a light kiss on her forehead "Good night lass, pleasant dreams". Scotland was worried about his sister, whatever Ireland had said to her had really shook her up. Sighing he walked out. He looked around there were a couple of couches and a reclining chair. Wales was already resting on the couch, his hat covering his face. England seemed to be pacing from side to side, worried about something. He saw there was only three pieces of furniture in the room, one for Wales, England and himself, but what about… He looked down a hallway where Ireland was walking to the back door "Hey, what are you doing?" Scotland called to his brother

Ireland stretched waving off his brother "As much as I'd love to sleep with all you, there's just not enough furniture, so I'll sleep in the yard with Greg" He said with a yawn walking out the back door. Scotland shrugged going off to the couch to sleep.

-30 Minutes Later-

England

England was sitting in his lounge chair after Scotland had yelled at him to stop the damn pacing. He was in intense thought, desperately trying to think of a plan. Then it came to him, it was a long shot but it just might work. He stood up careful to not wake his two brothers. He walked to the girls room and knocked lightly on the door, praying North was still awake. He listened quietly to the noise inside. He listened for anything… soon enough he was ready to give up when suddenly the door opened. She was like a freaking ninja. England looked at her for a moment, she was in her pajamas, just tight enough to insinuate her curves. He blushed lightly looking at her.

North Ireland

North was resting on loveseat of a chair next to the bed Bermuda was sleeping on. She had a large wool blanket over her that she felt comfortable. She was in pajama's that her brother had bought her just days before Easter weekend. A present he told her to prematurely celebrate their 'freedom from Britain'. Then I backed out, leaving him 'Out to Dry' She sighed forcing her eyes shut to just get to sleep to be away from this pain for even a few hours. After a few fruitless minutes she heard a light knock- no it was more like tapping, on the door of the bed room. She walked over to the door opening it slowly.

North looked at her brother with sleepy eyes, he seemed distracted by something. She looked behind her trying to see what he was looking at "Uh…Arthur?..." she said once again grabbing England's attention.

He once again looked up at her and the blonde smiled still blushing a bit "Right… Uh I'm gonna prove that Patrick still love's you" he said with a determined smile.

North looked surprised at first, thinking it over "… really? How?" she asked curiously hope rising a bit.

"I'll show you" he said with a smile "just open the window and listen closely" he said gesturing to the far wall with a window. He said with a smile about to leave her there to start his plan. He caught himself before he was out of her sight, coming back to the room, "Oh and for the record, I mean, Nothing of what I say out there k" he said once again disappearing.

North shook her head walking over to the Autumn next to the window and sitting down, creaking the window open slowly. If anything I'll be able to be sure that Patrick hates me she sighed listening closely.

Ireland

Ireland was lying down in the little bit of grass behind his house. He wasn't alone though. He was using his trusty fluffy sheep as a pillow. He was overdue for a sheering which made him all the more fluffy "You know greg… things were a lot simpler back when grandfather Hiberia was in charge everything was so simple. All so happy, ya know?"

"Baa~aaa"

"You said it buddy" he said with a sigh

"Talkin to animals again aye Patrick?" Ireland sat up looking over at the voice, great, England, what. a. treat.

"Hey England, still talking to yourself?"

England looked crossed but stayed calm. "So North told me about your guy's little fight!"

Ireland flinched looking away from England Why would she tell him? "Really?" Ireland said trying to sound uninterested.

England came walking closer "Oh ya, you know she really trusts me" he said attempting to prod Ireland "With anything really"

Ireland looked over at him trying to figure out what he was talking about "What do you…?"

"Oh ya, Shay's become really compliant since you've left such a sweet girl"

"…" Patrick looked like he was flustered but keeping calm "I… is that so?"

England closed the distance between them "I felt as her brother you should know that she had her first kiss recently" he leaned down and spoke right into Irelands ears "They were sweet" he said standing back turning his back to Patrick.

Patrick was biting his lip, his entire body tense. He bit his lip "What…she does… is her decision" he said digging his hands into the ground.

England threw a hand up with a shrug "Oh, yes of coarse… of course even if she didn't want to… who would stop me exactly". England's face at this point was a deep shade of read, which was partly why he wasn't looking at his brother. Scotland's too dense and Wales doesn't know"

Irelands eye began twitching in anger, standing up from Greg.

"Of coarse I don't plan on simply taking that… I figured I'd let her see her brother one last time before I took her innoce-"

It appeared that was the last straw. Before he could finish his sentence England felt himself turned around and punched in the face. Hard. He fell back towards the trees. No sooner then that was he pulled up by his collar and held up against the tree "Now listen here you little limy prick! If you ever. EVER. Touch Shay, I will find you. I will strap you down. And I will cave your face in with an Icepick" he said with fury in his eyes "Then I will everything in medical technology to bring you back, Then I will saw off your hands! Then I'll bring you back and choke you WITH YOUR OWN HANDS! AND Again and Again until you are nothing but your pain gland which I will set up a sewing machine to stab it for all eternity!" He said nearly out of Breath "UNDERSTAND!" to make his point clear he slammed the blonde nation against the tree.

Suddenly a soft voice broke the angry threats "Patrick?"

Both of the men looked to the doorstep where North was standing. Looking rather cold in her light cloths "Shay!" Patrick tossed his captive aside running over to Shay "Shay, I'm so sorry for leaving you there alone" he said hugging his sister closely.

North was startled at first but hugged her brother back tears in her eyes.

Ireland bit his lip hearing his sister sniffle the international signal of someone crying "So Sorry" he repeated feeling himself getting teary eyed as well

"No no no" she said backing up a few centimeters "He didn't do anything to me Patrick, they were mostly lies"

Patrick breathed in confused "…what?"

"I told him about the fight… I thought you truly loathed me…" she said looking away "So he came up with… this, to prove me wrong" she said wiping the tears from her eyes, only to be replaced a few seconds later.

Ireland looked at her for a moment then sighed, he took her back in his arms, head atop hers "I don't hate you Shay… I'm just… disappointed in how things went down" he said softly, now ignoring England entirely "Still you're my sister, and if you go off with some boy without my approval, THEN we have a problem"

North laughed nervously glad to have her protective older brother back.

Excusing himself England walked back in the house, remembering why he let Ireland go in the first place. Way too much trouble.

-The Next Morning-

Owowowowowowow was the only thing running through Burmuda's mind the next morning. She finally understood how hangovers could be so horrible and why Scotland isolated himself after drinking.

She looked at her older brother England, he had a bruise on his cheek that seemed to mysteriously appear on his cheek. North seemed happier though. Unfortunately they were leaving very soon and she wouldn't see her favorite brother for a while.

"It's been nice having you all over… Especially you England" he said with a small smile.

"Sod off!" was England's response walking out the door to the car. Wales gave Ireland a hand shake before retreating out the door. Ireland and Scotland gave their ceremonial exchange of punches to the face followed by a mutual bear hug. This left just Ireland and his two sisters.

North walked over and hugged her brother. He gave her a light kiss on her forehead "Goodbye lass, come visit more often, always room in my little house for you"

With a smile she waved goodbye going out to the car.

Bermuda quickly ran over and hugged Ireland tightly; burying her face in his chest. Ireland smiled, even though of all of his siblings he had known her for the shortest amount of time, he had built up a close relationship with the girl. He gave her a tight hug "Goodbye lass, it's been great seeing you" he was about to let go when he felt something… moist. It was on his chest, looking down he felt as Bermuda start to tremble in his arms. He kneeled down to put himself just below his sisters height, she was crying but desperately trying to wipe them away "Oh, something wrong?" he asked, curious if this was just an effect of her first hangover.

Looking down, Bermuda nodded slowly, face flushed from crying.

"Is it England? Don't worry about him, he just tripped" into my fist "He'll be fine" he looked at her, she didn't look relieved. "If that's not it… what's wrong?" he waited patiently for her to use sign language.

What she did was surprising. She hugged him around the neck, her head on his shoulder. And she spoke. It was light, quiet, just under a whisper "I miss you so much Ire-… Patrick… Please come and visit more…" it was quiet but angelic. His sister wasn't truly mute, but it greatly pained her to speak at any volume. Patrick was dumbfounded, he hadn't heard her speak in years. It was as beautiful as he remembered. After speaking she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running out of the house blushing profusely; leaving a baffled and blushing Patrick Well… that was an eventful night…

England leaned against a tree, waiting for Bermuda to come out from saying her goodbyes. This has been a bad couple of days. North was standing next to him, Scotland and Wales had once again started running home. She hadn't talked to him since last night. Probably, thought everything he said was true, didn't trust him. Terrible, terrible night.

"Are… are you ok?" North said quietly.

England looked over at her. He was in utter pain, he was sleep deprived, and he was heart broken "I'm doing alright…" he said looking away feeling his own heart slowly decay.

North looked at him, he was obviously lying "Well… still…" she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek "Thankyou" she said blushing like mad and looking away.

England's face looked redder then a Spaniards meal as he felt a sense of euphoria take over him "N-no problem" they stood there awkwardly for a few moments before they saw Bermuda running out of the house, hands slightly covering her blush and a smile on her lips "Bermuda?" soon she had passed them raceing down the road. North and England in close pursuit

"W-wait up!"

Ireland walked out to the small porch of his house, looking as the last bit of his family went running off. He sighed a blush still settled on his face. A small little fairy appeared next to his head. She turned to Ireland flapping her wings in mid air "You know... England isn't the worst guy"

Ireland sighed giving a slight nod "Ya... I suppose..."

The little butterfly-esk creature smiled slyly over at him "So... how was almost getting your first kiss huh big guy?" she said smugly

Ireland raised a hand and lightly flicked the small creature, causing her to fall into a nearby cushioned. Truth was he wasn't sure what to think. He never thought of her like that; he saw her as his shy, adorable, little sister. He sighed as she disappeared down the road back to England's house ...Bermuda...

End Of Part 3

And that will end my first Hetalia Fan Fic. If you actually enjoyed this, then stay posted, I plan on writing another fic using these OC's. Well hoped u enjoyed the fic ^_^