Hi guys sorry for the late update. I was playing in the National concert hall yesterday and didn't find the time to post. The translations are down at the bottom. The Irish I tried by myself and the other languages I used Google translate. So if there are any mistakes I apologise. Hope you enjoy chapter 7 :D.

Chapter 7

Éire sighed and tried to focus. 'Okay remember what England said about nation hopping. 'Because nation's are made up of their country's culture and their people's pride of their country, if we focus on our flag, national flower or anything that remotely is associated with their nation and the place we want to travel to, we appear next to the symbol closest to that place. That's why all world meetings have the flags of countries attending.' All I have to do is focus on that Irish flag down the hallway and poof!' she said to herself.

Éire gritted her teeth, and then scrunched up her eyebrows, willing herself to move at least one centimeter forward. Nothing happened. Then England said from behind Éire (giving her a heart-attack) and tutted.

"You're not focusing." He said.

Éire glared at him "I DO BE FOUCUSING EACH TIME. It's difficult."

England blinked twice. "Did you just say 'do be'? 'Do be' isn't a phrase in the Queen's English. You can say ' I do focus each time' or 'I am focusing' but 'do be' is not and never will be apart of my language." He said in a voice that would be similar to a mother correcting their child.

"If you didn't want people changing you're language you shouldn't have fecking invaded." Éire snapped back.

England sighed 'She still remembers her old retorts I see.'

"It's no use, the only thing I have been able to do is change what age I seem to be and it's been three weeks." Éire sighed. She had been pretty proud of herself that she could change from looking like a fourteen year old to a twenty-one year old almost instantly, and was eager to go on to nation hopping but seemed to hit a block in the road.

"That reminds me, a world meeting is coming up soon and seeing as you are a country it is your duty to attend it." England said.

Éire looked up with raised eyebrows.

"W-w-world meeting you mean with other countries who actually know what they're doing including all the trading and economic stuff you showed on the white board." Éire stuttered.

"Not all the countries understand it." England said but then thought 'Just Germany'.

"How soon is soon?"

"Tomorrow, So I brought down some of the photo albums of different countries so you'll know who's who and what their personality is like." Said England and opened an album with had a picture of a man with shoulder length blonde hair wearing a bright blue cape and blowing a kiss at the camera.

"This is France you should try to avoid him because he is a major…"

"PERVERT!" Éire interrupted him and then clamped her hands over her mouth as though she hadn't meant to say that.

"Well yes, you're correct. How did you know?" England asked.

"I don't know it just… came out?"

England shrugged and opened another album. This time there was a guy smiling brightly with his eyes closed. Éire noticed that he had some sort of… hair curl sticking out from his head.

"This is the personification of Northern Italy or Italy for short. He has a slight obsession with…"

"PASTA!" Éire shouted again, sounding a lot like Italy himself.

England looked at her and then opened another album and asked her "okay who is this Ireland?" holding open the picture of America and Ireland England had seen a few weeks earlier.

"That's America of course England. What are you forgetting all of your past colonies now?" Éire replied and then blinked. "Wait how did I know that?"

England smiled "You're remembering some of your past. You'll be fine at the meeting. I'll pick you up from your house at 8:00 am. The meeting is in Belgium so there won't be that big of a time difference."

"England, can Darragh or Aoife come as well? I feel nervous going to another country without one of them." Éire asked.

England shook his head "It would mean having to book plane tickets, rooms in a hotel, and they wouldn't be allowed into the meeting room. It would be too much trouble for them."

"Why would you have to book plane tickets can't you just Nation hop them over like with me?"

"It wouldn't work the only reason why I'm able to Nation hop with you is because you're a Nation, normal people aren't able so we would have to travel with them on a plane. It can be quite irritating sometimes, especially if you and your boss are traveling over to New York, five hours on a plane trying to make small talk and knowing you'll have deal with Mr. I'M THE HERO for the next 24 hours…" England started ranting.

Éire groaned, this wasn't the first time England had started a rant about another country (usually America or France) and Éire would have to listen to all of it until England felt it was time to drop her home.

Éire was sitting at the kitchen table eating a slice of toast with a cup of tea. She was wrecked; of course the night she had to get some sleep was the one where no matter what she did she just couldn't get to sleep.

"Morning Éire you ready for the world meeting?" Darragh cheerful said sitting down beside her.

"Uh, tá sè ro luath ar an maídin." Éire groaned

Darragh chuckled and ruffled her hair and said in a mocking voice "Éire bocht. Fulaingíonn sí gach maídin mar ní tèann sí a choladh."

Éire groaned again and continued munching her toast.

Finally the door bell rang, Éire opened the door and said "good morning" to England. He smiled at her and then started talking to Darragh.

"England, just make sure that France doesn't… try anything with Éire." Said Darragh

England's expression darkened and said in a low voice "Don't worry about that, if I catch The Bloody Frog even looking at her funny I'll make him wish that he was never born."

Darragh nodded hugged Éire and then closed the door. England held out his arm and Éire held on to it. Suddenly the pins and needles sensation was covering her whole body and when Éire opened her eyes she was standing in a large room with lots of people staring at her.

"Oh Angleterre, have you finally got yourself a girlfriend. She's a bit young and she'll never be able to replace me, but you know that already hon hon hon" France started laughing and everyone (apart from England) sweat-dropped.

"SHUT UP FROG! Everyone this is Éire the personification of Ireland. I finally found her after 14 years with no help from you. However she can't remember anything from being a Nation, so if you wouldn't mind introducing yourselves." said England in his you-better-listen-to-me-or-else voice. Everyone stopped looking at England and started staring at Éire, who suddenly felt really unconformable.

"Oh hon hon hon, if she isn't Angleterre's then I guess that means I can…akkgggag" England started strangling France before he could finish his sentence, Éire wondered if she should do something but most of the other nations were just walking past it like it was an everyday occurrence and were introducing themselves to her.

"¡Hola, I'm Spain and this is Romano" said a cheery looking guy with dark brown hair next to another guy who looked nearly identical to Italy but had darker hair, wore a huge scowl on his face and although he had a hair curl it was pointed upwards rather than downwards.

"N-nice to meet you I'm É… I mean Ireland." Éire stuttered thinking that maybe she should call herself Ireland here.

"Do you remember anything about me?" Spain asked hopefully.

"Bastard, England just said she doesn't remember anything about being a Nation and even if she did why would she remember you?" Romano snapped at him. The two of them wandered off Romano still giving out to Spain

Next up was a tall, strong-looking man with blond hair gel back with a man with white hair and red eyes who seemed to have a bird resting on top of his head.

"Guten Tag I'm Germany and this is my brother P…" Germany was cut of by his white-haired brother shouting "I AM THE AWESOME PRUSSIA! And this is Gilbird" pointing to the bird on his head who chirruped happily.

"Your pet bird is really cool!" Éire exclaimed.

Prussia's grin got even wider (If that was possible) and shouted "FINALY SOMEONE WHO CAN UNDERSTAND MY AWESOMENESS!" and he ran off somewhere, Germany groaned and muttered something in German, however Éire was pretty sure he wasn't calling his brother awesome.

After Germany there was another person with those hair curls. "Maybe they're fashionable with Nations." Éire thought to herself. Next to a… boy.

"Ireland originated in me Da-ze!" was the first thing the one with the hair curl said to Éire. The boy next to him sighed and said "Don't mind Korea he has been insufferable since Gangnam Style became popular. I'm China aru." Éire introduced herself and then the two walked off.

A few more nations came up and greeted her and Éire was beginning to realize that the world is getting smaller due to the internet is a whole load of shit.

Then a scary looking Nation wearing a pink scarf, holding a pipe with red marks on it (Éire shuddered to thing what made those red marks) walked over to Éire. Éire suddenly noticed that the crowd of Nations that was around had disappeared. The scary man then said "I am Russia. You will become one with me da." Éire was trying to think of a suitable answer for that (she didn't think that saying feck off would be a good idea with that scary pipe) when she felt two hands on where her nonexistent breasts should have been. The culprit started laughing creepily"hon hon ho…" he was cut off by Éire swinging around and punching him in the face however. Éire didn't realize how hard she had hit him. France flew across the room and crashed into the wall and managed to make a huge crack running from where he hit the wall to the floor.

Everyone once again stared at Éire. Éire was freaking out "What the hell that shouldn't be possible, I didn't think I hit him that hard…" but stopped when she heard England laughing his head off. "Ha ha ha take that Frog, finally you get what you deserve for being the biggest pervert ever!" England glared but had a smirk on his face. Spain shuddered and muttered "that smirk almost makes him look like his pirate days. France did it this time."

England picked up France like if he was a rag doll and brought him to a separate room. Éire was just about to follow him when another nation (the first female Nation Éire had seen other than herself) came up to her. "Hello there, I'm Hungary." She smiled. "Hi I'm Ireland, nice to meet you" Éire smiled back.

"Can I ask you a question? Do you remember what yaoi is?" Hungary asked.

Éire shook her head and Hungary grinned and brought her over to a group of female nations and Japan (whom Éire met earlier.)

"Don't worry you'll soon find out." Hungary said cheerfully.

Irish

tá sè ro luath ar an maídin: It's too early in the morning

Éire bocht. Fulaingíonn sí gach maídin mar ní tèann sí a choladh.: Poor Éire. She suffers every morning because she doesn't go to sleep.

French

Angleterre: England

Spanish

¡Hola: hello

German

Guten Tag: hello