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Chapter 4: Years Later:
Wanting to stay with his younger sister, the American had stayed for many years and finally was told to return to his home for a Allies conference. After mentioning this to England, though, who else would be eavesdropping but the, slightly older, Irish girl. She stood innocently in the doorway, a few inches taller, but small nonetheless, giving the appearance of being 6. She smiled as she began to listen in to their conversation, but was soon reduced to frowning outwardly, nearly running out of her hiding space to ask him not to leave. But she didn't move, instead, she sat patiently as the two men talked politics and a growing fear of war between many countries. Once the two men had stopped talking, the little child opened the door silently, completely startling the two, and hopped up to sit formally on the couch. "You're taking me with..." She said, voice lined with such demand, the two grew shocked, and stared back down at her, the little one refusing to show her face. "Tairie.." America mumbled, making her instinctively look to face him at her name. As he looked at her face, his fell, and he glanced again towards her eyes. They were filled to the brim with tears, but never overflowing, and he took a deep sigh. "I'm afraid she's right, England," The Englishman raised an eyebrow, glancing at his face once again. "We're going to have to take her along, she's old enough to meet the Allies." The two met gazes and smiled to each other, they would take her to the meeting, and she would get to do what she'd always wanted, meet the countries. Smiling, she jumped off of the couch, joy filling her eyes where there were once tears. "I'm going to go pack!" She called, running towards her room quickly. The two countries sat silent for a moment and then laughed, filled to the brim with the soft and sweet emotions she sprouted. "Well, I guess we'd better get ready too." England said, standing up and facing the American. "Don't wanna keep her waiting." America repeated, smiling childishly towards the man. They would leave in a day for New York City, the site of their meeting, and the beginning of a long journey for the young red headed girl.
Tairie's P.o.V:
As soon as the sun had grown over the horizon and lit the space around me, I sat up straight, gazing out into the fields through my window and was infected with a excited smile. I jumped from my bed and evened out the sheets, tucking the covers in at the sides. I slid down to my knees and began to search for my neatly packed green bag that I'd hid underneath my bed. Grasping the handle, I pulled it out and slung it easily onto the bed, and rushed myself to get dressed. Pulling my arms through the sleeves of my jacket, I slung the bag over my shoulder, and ran out the door to find my brothers. Stepping into the kitchen, my nose became affiliated with a soft smell of pastries.
"Hey Tairie!" My eyes snapped open to see Big Brother America, smiling down to me cheerfully. I smiled back, my eyes beginning to search for the cause of the smell. I spotted England, who was smiling down to me from across the room, holding a freshly made berry scone. Running over, I grabbed the plate, thanking big brother in turn and began to hastily eat the treat. They both waited until I was done, and England began to wash my dish before running back to his room, leaving me with big brother America. "You excited, kido?" He asked, kneeling down to face me, and placing a warm hand on my head. "Yup!" I said, joyfully chewing up the last bit of my scone. He smiled, ruffling my hair roughly as big brother England came back into the room, carrying a small pack on his back. "You both ready?" He asked, laughing as I threw on my pack anxiously. Both America and I rang out, laughing as we left the house, and began our walk to the harbor, trotting along quickly, nervous for my first ship ride. As we walked up to the harbor, we were greeted kindly by the townsfolk, surprised to see me near the ships. The ground soon turned to wood as we came out to the dock, seeing men three times my size with tattoos and booze on hand, both England and America grabbed my hands, telling me to keep close. To the right I could easily see rows and rows of small shops that sold all kinds of things, like antiques and jewelry that caused my gaze to wonder towards their shiny surfaces. After walking for awhile, carefully avoiding to knock into the multiple people storming through, we made it to our ship. Finally being able to turn, I marveled and gasped at the size of the ships. They were colossal, tallest things I'd ever seen in my life, and men stood around it, greeting the travelers and loading their packs and suitcases onto the back of the boat. I stood and gazed for a time, before both brothers tugged on my hands, pulling me softly towards the stairs that led onto the boat. The man that stood beside the stairs stopped brother England before he was to get on, asking roughly for a ticket. Reaching in his back pocket, he pulled out a small wooden token-like thing and handed it to the man, obviously not looking the man in the eye. "T-This is..!" The man spoke, calling up to the head of the boat. "Cap'n! Cap'n!" He yelled, and stopped once a man in a formal attire appeared out of the ship. "What is it Po?" The captain stood six feet tall, towering near the height of big brother America, and spoke with a heavy accent. "This here's a royal badge sir." The man named 'Po' said eagerly. Taking a quick glance at the wooden piece, he glared up at big brother England, then to America, and finally his cold stare landed on me. I squeezed big brother's hands, squirming under the captains gaze. He kneeled down, still taller then me even when lowering himself. "Hello lass, what's your name, darlin'?" I avoided the mans eyes, preferring to stare at the ship behind him as he spoke, his breath smelt of rum and cigars. "Ireland... captain..." I mumbled, feeling both my brothers tense at his closeness to me, realizing the man was drunk. "Ah! You're that new country, huh?" He spoke, words beginning to slur together, and I only nodded, hoping the man would leave and let us board. "Well, aren't yous a dall?" He laughed, reaching forward to touch my hair. I closed my eyes and my stomach shrunk, expecting to feel gritty fingers touch my skin, but I felt nothing and opened my eyes. America stood in front of me, still holding my right hand, as I felt an absence of warmth on my left, I realized that England was face to face with the drunk sailor, glaring at him harsh enough to scare him sober. Backing away from big brother, the man took another swig of the whiskey in his hand and answered 'Po's' question. "Give them the head cabin. Lest I could do for a country." The captain walked slowly back to his room, and the man Po apologized for the actions of his boss. "Come this way, I'll show you to your cabin." Both big brother England and America grabbed my hands, and once again smiled down at me, reassuring me that things would be fine, and we walked onto the copper colored ship. He led us to a small corridor that led to stairs heading downwards, and brought us through to the back of a long line of cabins. The very last cabin on the floor had a door twice the size of the others, and a sign was painted in black on the front, 'HEAD CABIN' it read, in neat handwriting. Opening the door, I followed both brother's in, and stared in awe at the room. It was moderately large, the middle of the room being occupied by two large cots, and the left corner was filled with a cushioned chair and a small table beside it. The door shut silently, and I ran over to try out the cots, they were soft, and the bristle-like covers tickled my nose as I snuggled underneath them. Hearing laughter behind me, I turned to see both brothers, standing and watching me hug the cots. Smiling, I turned to sit on the edge of the bed, staring back at them. "Why don't you and England look around the ship, I'll get things set up here." America said, grabbing all of our bags and setting them on the cots. I looked up to big brother England, who up until now had been completely silent, and looked him straight in the eye. Seeing my determined stare, he gave me a reassuring smile. "Okay, let's go Tairie." Hopping up from the mattress, I grabbed his hand, looking back only once before we left to wander the large boat.
~:Time Skip:~
The next couple of days were both exciting, yet terrifying for me, I would sometimes wake in the middle of the night to the slight and silent shaking of the rough seas, only to be quieted and comforted by a worried England or America. My favorite part of the trip, though, came in the morning, I'd jump from our small itchy cot, and rush to the small window in the corner, basking in the beauty of the wind and salt water in my face. The only time that some one caught me, was big brother England, and he simply asked me what I was doing, though I think he understood when I didn't answer, and instead followed him and a groggy America as we headed to breakfast. Soon enough, both big brother America and England told me we'd be coming into port in a few more days. The men from above on deck called out the warning to us below, we were coming into port, and the seas would be a little rough to us on our way in. I looked to my right to see big brother England, who was reading a book silently, his brown leather bag slumped on the edge of the bed, alongside America's and mine. To my left was big brother America, once again absorbed in his comic books that he must have read a thousand times over, colorfully stamped with large action words and a new hero in each page. Loud yells sounded from above, and multiple doors in the hallway in front of our door opened hastily as people rushed their way off of the ship. England stood up quickly, hanging his bag on his shoulder, he looked to America. "America, let's get going." Big brother America let out a annoyed grunt, but put away his comic anyways, slinging the blue bag over his shoulder and smiling down to me tiredly. It was only 4:45 in the morning, the sun had not even rest on the horizon of the seas, and we'd already made port. Yawning, I looked up at England with half-lidded eyes, rubbing the small dry tears away with my fisted hand. He reached forward, grabbing me under the arms and warming me as I pushed my face into the darkness of his soft business suit, smiling at the soft smells of tea and pastries that reminded me of home as I drifted in and out of sleep.