I own nothing except my oc's an plot line and I apologise to Alana whose diary I have nicked for the time being, please don't shoot me North! Take it out on Republic instead!
An extract of Northern Ireland's diary from thousands of years ago- around roman times, maybe a little later. Translated from Gaelic to English
The first eclipse I ever saw was beautiful, I dragged my brother to the tallest tree and we climbed to the top but I had to help Arthur because his long green cloak got stuck! He had been carrying his stuffed pet bunny mother sew him, it was such a funny sight- he never went anywhere without Mint Bunny.
We are excellent climbers, we climbed all the way to the top of the really tall tree and watched as the moon covered the sun and all fell silent. The event itself wasn't as exciting as one may think, it was the atmosphere that was worth it. Not a whisper, not a sound nor an animal to be seen- it was beautiful as if the world had stopped and only we existed.
2015 March 19th
Arthur was in the kitchen making himself breakfast when an overexcited North burst into the room "Arthur! Arthur! The eclipse- it's started!" she squealed dragging him out of the kitchen, through the living room and out into the garden, Arthur was still wearing his frilly apron covered in rabbits and his matching rabbit slippers, he had only recently woken up.
"up we go up we go~" sang Alana pushing him towards the tall oak tree that stood solemnly in the back of his garden, they both loved the morning; grass covered in dew, birds singing and no noisy nations to bother them. Arthur let his sister manhandle him because North took the eclipse very seriously, he had asked about it once and she replied "because it reminds me of when we were wee children" and that was all the answer he needed.
It was a tradition, Alana and him would climb the closest tallest tree and watch the eclipse together- alone. Just like when they were little, before all the shit of life happened. They whispered and giggled like little children enjoying the magic and exitement of anticipating the moment. Unfortunately while they were sat on the highest thickest branch the Frog decided to make an appearance.
"Mon petite lapin!" called the frog "Où êtes-vous?" and Arthur groaned; the spell was broken. "What do you want Frog!" hollered the Brit grumpily. France wandered towards the garden "Why are you up there mon amour Anglettere et l'irlande du nord? " he yelled to them, walking closer to the tree staring up at the two golden haired Celts with his big blue eyes. "Eclipse come up or go and wait inside your spoilin th' mood!" hissed Alana who hadn't removed her emerald eyes from the moon that was slowly covering the sun "and hurry up abou it!"
"Beautiful innit?" murdered Alana entranced as France scrambled to their perch. "Oui it is quite a sight, non Mon Lapin?" Arthur rolled his eyes " it's not just the view frog take a look around, what can you see? What do you hear?" Francis frowned and looked around then it came to him "ohh" he said slowly; he couldn't see any animals or hear any birds it was as if… "The world has stopped." The three ancient nations watched as the sun and moon switched places "it's good to know that there is something older than you in this world, isn't it" pondered England "yeah…" replied North and France just HAD to make the youngest Brit to pay attention so….
"Francis! Don't touch me there- get off you bloody fucking frog!" "Ohohohohhohohohohohon"
"Jeez you just can't resist can you?" huffed North rather amused.
"When I see something beautiful I just have to touch it petite sœur, otherwise I wouldn't be the country of amour!" and with that, Arthur shoved the French nation out of the tree "you can stick your amour up your ass you fucking frog!" and it went straight to his pant, Arthur talking French always did (why do you think he refuses to do so?) And, of course Francis thought with his dick instead of his head. "Non ma Cherie but I would love to stick it up yours~"
Alana watched amusedly as Francis was beaten to a bloody pulp by her adorable little brother "Ah well, at least I got to watch the eclipse" she mumbled to a small fairy hovering over her left shoulder and dismounted from the tree. "Now I wonder if Arthur has any Earl Grey..."
Francis decided never to bother Arthur when he was watching an eclipse ever again because it resulted in a black eye and a broken rib.
