This one's probably one of the worst because I didn't really have time to go over it thoroughly, but whatever. The characters in this one are Fem!Ireland (I usually call him Seamus, but I changed him to Siobhan for this), Fem!Northern Ireland (Again, I usually call him Colin, but he's . . . she's(?) Colleen in here), and Wales (Gavyn).

As a side note, I do not claim to be a professional at writing an Irish accent, but I did decide to attempt it in this for effect. It's kind of like that Scottish accent I attempted . . .
Anyway, if you happen to know a bit more about Irish accents than me, please tell me if I did something wrong. The only contact with Irish people I have is the stories my friend told me about these three guys she met at the college. (Apparently they played Angry Birds with her for, like, four hours and she nerdgasmed every time they said 'Caboodle'. She also said that she'd introduce me and never did . . . *sobs*)

If it's not obvious by now, I happen to quite like the British Isles . . .

Roommates

"Feck it, Ah'm hungry."

Siobhan O'Leary rolled her eyes at her younger twin's antics, not looking up from the essay she'd been attempting to complete at a reasonable hour. "Ye're always hungry, Colleen."

The younger woman folded her arms over her chest, pouting from where she lay sprawled on her back on the bed across from Siobhan. "It's no' mah faul' ye never keep any food up here."

"'Cause ye'd never eat it in time and it'd go bad," Siobhan replied.

Colleen huffed, glaring at her sister. "Well, loan me some money so Ah can go ge' some food."

Siobhan groaned, slamming her pencil down on the binder she was writing on. "If Ah do it, will ye leave me be?"

"O' course," Colleen replied, rolling her eyes. Siobhan scowled and gestured vaguely to where her wallet rested on her beside table, not watching as her sister snatched up the bundle of pale green cloth and plastic decorated with shamrocks and leprechauns. Taking a few notes from the wallet, Colleen threw the green bundle back down and clambered off of the bed, turning to the door.

"Try no' to get lost on yer way back," Siobhan called absently, sparing a glance up to see her sister's reaction.

"Oh, shu' up," Colleen snapped, yanking the door open and vanishing into the hallway of the dorm building in her tank top and shorts. Siobhan snorted – the younger twin shared that same lack of caring with their older brother, Angus. Both of them could go out in naught but their birthday suits and not give a rat's ass about who saw.

The elder twin waited for a good two hours for her sister to come back, having finished her essay within the first hour and resigned herself to watching television for the second. Though she was worried about Colleen's delay in return, Siobhan simply assumed that the younger twin had gotten distracted by a pretty fellow she'd stumbled into. So, she decided to just go to bed, knowing that Colleen would wake her if and when she returned.

Siobhan hadn't had time to close her eyes before she heard a strange gurgling noise outside the room, accompanied by weak scratching. Startled, the Irish student sat bolt upright in the bed, staring in the direction of the door. The gurgling continued, but the scratching grew louder and more frantic.

Panicked, Siobhan slipped out of bed and bolted for the closet, fearing that someone was trying to break into her room. Colleen didn't even cross her mind as the scratching continued to grow in volume, the gurgling lingering on as an undertone. Siobhan wanted to call for help, but realized all too late that she had forgotten her cell phone on her nightstand.

Instead, she resigned herself to a night of restless sleep in the closet.

The next morning, after awakening from the one hour of rest she'd gotten with a start, Siobhan bit her lip and summoned enough courage to open the door. The dorm room hadn't changed at all, making it more than obvious that, if anyone had been trying to break in, they hadn't succeeded. Still, she was terrified to open the door. Trembling, the Irish student walked over to the window to see if there was someone outside who could check the hall for her.

To her relief, her older brother, Gavyn (who was also attending the college that the younger twins were studying at), was walking by with the large black dog he owned. Siobhan couldn't have been more grateful for her brother's daily routine at that point, nearly sobbing in relief as she threw the window open.

"Gavyn!" she called, causing the older man to jump in surprise.

Pale green eyes flickered up, widening in surprise at the sight of his younger sister hanging out of the window of her dorm room. "Siobhan?" he replied, sounding confused. "What's wrong?"

"There was somethin' makin' odd noises outside mah room last nigh'," the younger woman explained, a hint of fear in her voice. "Could ye do me a favor and come up to check it ou'?"

Gavyn sighed. "Aye, I'll be up in a moment. Shut the window. It's freezing out, and you're in short sleeves."

Siobhan offered a weak giggle, doing as her brother said and drawing her head back in.

It only took a few moments for Siobhan to hear Gavyn's footsteps outside in the hall, not accompanied by the click of his dog's feet – pets weren't allowed in the building, forcing Gavyn to leave his pet outside tied to a post. Siobhan listened as her brother walked down the hall, scowling when the steady clacking stopped suddenly.

"Is everythin' okay?" she called, fearing the worst.

There was a pause. "Y-yeah, it's fine. Just . . . stay in your room. I'm calling the police."

"What are ye talkin' abou'?" Siobhan replied, laying one hand on the doorknob of the room.

"Nothing!" Gavyn answered, sounding frantic at the clink Siobhan's class ring made on the metal of the knob. "J-just, stay inside."

But Siobhan had already begun turning the doorknob. As she pulled the door open, the first thing she noticed was Gavyn standing with his back pressed to the wall across from the room, face an ashy gray and eyes locked on something at Siobhan's feet. Frightened, the Irish student looked down.

A piercing scream ripped its way from her throat.

Colleen was lying on the floor in front of the door in a puddle of half-dried blood, a horrified look on her face and a deep hole piercing her throat just above her collarbone. It was obvious that the wound was one that had bled out slowly, if it wasn't the lack of air that had killed the younger twin first. Her hands were twisted into shapes Siobhan had never seen before, nails torn from fingers that were worn down to the bone from scratching for help.

So, here we go with this spiel again.

If I made any mistakes anywhere, please tell me, and if you have any suggestions for stories (my sources are limited), review and tell me about them, please! Even if you don't have a suggestion, review anyway! Reviews motivate me to write longer stories! (I still feel like these are all freakishly short . . . are they?)

Oh, and I might be changing the day I update this to either Friday or Saturday due to constraints at school . . . stupid Physical Science and US history . . . oh, how I hate thee . . .
So, yeah. There might be two updates this week if I actually get around to switching it. Just saying.