Well, you get some brotherly bonding between Ireland and England in this chapter. I'm sorry that Italy doesn't show up that much right now but he will in the next chapter onwards! I'm also sorry that this chapter is short. I hope you guys enjoy, though!

The party ended with several nations leaving drunk, Hungary being carried by Austria because she passed out from excessive nose bleeding, France (for once) not going home with a bunch of women but rather Canada instead, and Italy clinging onto Germany while Romano glared at them and Spain invaded his personal space. Ireland and England left and went straight home, talking about the party. It wasn't until they arrived at Ireland's house that the nation remembered something he'd been wanting to ask his neighbor.

"Hey, England? What happened in that closet?" The Brit paused for a moment with a thoughtful look on his face. He appeared to be trying to find a way to say his next sentence. Finally, he told Ireland, "It'd be better if I explained what happened before we entered the closet." Ireland raised an eyebrow at him.

"When America called us, I had an assumption that he'd do something like that closet game. So, I drew the Luring Circle to make sure he'd pick me if it was his turn."

"And if you had a turn before him? How would that work?"

"That's why I was gone during most of the party. To think things through in case that were to happen."

"But why go through so much trouble for a game?" Ireland looked down at his little brother to see a blush start to creep across his face.

"I... have feelings... for America..." Ireland stared at England with wide eyes, clearly in shock from hearing this.

"Seriously? How long have you felt like that?" Ireland asked curiously.

"I'm not sure exactly," England answered slowly, "I guess it's always been there and I've just been able to realize it." Thinking about it, Ireland has noticed how loving England was towards America when he was growing up. America seemed to enjoy England's affection as well. Maybe he'd felt the same way since then?

"So, are you two going out?" Ireland asked, a little too straight forward. England blushed a little deeper.

"I think so. We never confirmed it or anything if that's what you're asking."

"Well, you guys were sitting pretty close at the party. He never really left your side either. You seemed to be enjoying each other's company."

"And? Your point?"

"You're probably going to be seeing a lot more of each other for now on." England was silent for a moment before looking over at Northern Ireland's house. The lights were off and the whole place was quiet. Then again, it was 2:00 in the morning.

"Hey, Ireland?" England asked, sounding a little unsure.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Do you... accept our relationship?"

"Just as long as he doesn't do anything to hurt you, I'm fine with it. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I just have a feeling that they're going to say something about it." Ireland followed England's gaze to his northern part's land.

Ah, so he's worried about what our brothers will think, Ireland concluded. He smiled kindly and patted England on the head, who looked up at him a little surprised.

"Remember what I told you when we were little? To not listen to them? You're a man now, England. Their opinions shouldn't matter anymore." England smiled up at him, feeling a little more confident.

"You're right," he whispered before looking down at his watch. "It's very late. I'm going home."

"All right. Good night."

"Good night." England turned and walked off to Ireland's border.

"Don't fall into St. George's Channel again!" Ireland called.

"I'm not jumping this time!"

You've heard of island hopping, right? In case you haven't, it was a strategy the Allies came up with during WWII. They would "hop" from one island to the other to secure islands controled by Japan. This helped them gain control of the Pacific and shorten the distance to Japan. Well, Ireland uses this literally. He jumps from his border to Wales to get to England's house (or if he wants to be scolded, jumps from Northern Ireland's border to Scotland's, and takes a long walk to England's house). If he wants to go further than that, he jumps from England's border to France's and walks to where he wants to go. England, though, seems to always fall into the body of water between his house and Ireland's.

Ireland laughed to himself and walked into his house. Tonight was a very interesting night.