SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I promised longer chapters for Remember me, so my updates will be later. And I was on vacation so that doesn't help much either.
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If Celty could cry, she would. Cry in happiness, that is. After all these years in Japan she finally had a sense of home.
Ireland. Erié. The land of happy wars and sad songs. A land of luck, magic, and leprechauns. But most of all-
"Wow! Everything is so green!" Celty did her best impression of sighing in annoyance. Of course it was! Their boat had docked just outside of a nice village in the country. The same village that Shinra's father found Celty, and this whole predicament started.
Not tag she minded japan, not particularly. Everyone but Izaya was polite enough (even Shizuo, when he's not bashing someone's face in) but she had missed the stubborn hardworking people of her nation.
"Celty!~" she was pulled out of her thoughts on national pride when Shinra called out to her.
What was it this time- oh for God's sake! I an attempt to push Celty's motorcycle uphill from the docks he had trapped himself beneath it!
This was the idiot she loved. Celty ran over to help him up, but someone had beaten her to it.
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Shinra flailed around wildly. "Celty! Save me!~" in trying to help her he had just made the situation worse!
Could he do anything right?
"Do ye need a hand?" Looking down at him was an orange-haired man with a white T-shirt and
army-green pants with a hoodie of the same color wrapped around his waist. He had green eyes, a bridge of freckles across his nose, and a strange curl protruding from the top of his head.
Shinra nodded, but didn't really know how this guy could help him. After all this Motercycle was really...
Heavy? This guy just lifted it up with his bare hands! Shinra felt himself deflate so he really was a wimp.
Celty walked over to them, and was shocked to see a familiar man carrying her steed.
The ginger dropped the motorcycle on the ground next to Shinra, and held his hand out to her.
"Welcome home, Dullahan."
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Hungary hummed to herself as she caressed her frying pan. She had caught them. Don't ask her how, but it had involved milk, pocky and a chicken. But now they were all tied up and unconscious.
Izaya twitched in Shizou's lap. He was coming to, and Shizou's eyes were fluttering open. Hungary smirked as they jumped awake once they realized.
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY LAP!"
"I dunno! Is Shizu-chan a
pervert?~"
"WHY THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT ME NOW!"
"Why was it about me?"
"BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS YOUR FAULT!"
"Settle down boys," she said smiling "we can all get along, right? We wouldn't want to go back to sleep now would we?"
Both heads snapped towards her like they hadn't noticed her in the room with them.
Shizuo glared at her. "Why the hell are we here you crazy woman!" But Hungary just smiled. "You're here because I caught you," their faces paled "but I'm willing to let you go without telling the others where you are."
"What's in it for you?" Izaya questioned. At that her smile got wider. "I'll only let you go if you kiss!"
"No." Izaya said, for once completely serious.
"Fuck it! I'm bustin' out!"
Hungary glared at them. Couldn't they see that they were soul mates! This was going to be harder than she thought.
Bang! Bang!
Shizuo was now sporting two impressively large lumps on his head from the nation.
How she managed what others had deemed impossible was a power granted by the great gods of fujioshi shippers! She was their chosen warrior, and would carry out their purpose with pride!
"Kiss. Now." Hungary glared at them. "Fuck no!" Shizuo spat.
Izaya sighed. Hungary may be absolutely crazy, but she did make a good deal.
What happens in Germany stays in Germany.
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So! I I'm on the lookout for a beta! Sorry this one was so short. I'm running out of inspiration to use! I'll get it back soon, but I'll never abandon this fic you have my word!
So! Who can guess who the strange unfamiliar character is?
Please R'n'R!
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