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Chapter 10

"So, what class are we going to?" France said looking at Éire.

"English, I think." She replied. England's face brightened a bit (He had been sulking ever since he was 'forced' to study Irish.) "What are you learning in English?" he asked.

"We are starting a new short story that we have to answer questions and stuff on." Éire answered as she lead them up a seemingly endless set of stairs to lead them to the classroom. Finally she stopped in front of a mint-green door with a brass 22 on it. She put her hand on the door handle but before she opened the door she turned back to look three Nations behind her. "Before we go in I should warn you that my classmates aren't the… brightest. So if they say anything monumentally stupid, please do not be offended." Éire said.

"Don't worry about that. We have being working with America for some time now, we're immune to 'anything monumentally stupid'." England said quickly eager to see the English class. "You've been warned" Éire sighed and opened the door.

"Ah, Éire there you are. I've been told you were with the principle and you three must be the new students. Well, sit down and we'll start the class." The English teacher said in a friendly tone. The four Nations sat down in the last free seats. "So class, does anyone know who these two men are on the board?" The teacher asked. Projected on the board were two pictures. The picture on the left was of a man in a military uniform looking over his shoulder. He had a clean-shaven face and had a grave expression. The other picture was of a man wearing with glasses like Harry Potter and looked slightly older than the other man. This man was wearing a suit instead of a military uniform but his expression was certainly not any happier than the man on the left.

"Ve, do you know who they are big-brother France?" Italy whispered. France shook his head but noticed that England had started frowning and Éire had a slight smile on her face. One of the girls put her hand in the air and the teacher nodded to her. "Miss, is guy on left Hitler?*" girl asked with absolute sincerity in her voice. England, Éire and the teacher face-palmed. The other girls started muttering their agreements with the girl who asked the question. "What are they talking about the man doesn't have a mustache." Italy said to France, who nodded agreeing.

The teacher sighed and said "Éire you wouldn't mind explaining would you." Éire nodded and stood up and walked to the board. "These two men are Michael Collins and Eamon de Valera. They both fought in the 1916 Easter rising but seeing as you put them on the board together, I'm guessing that the story is about the Irish Civil War." Éire looked at the teacher who nodded telling Éire to continue. " When Anglo-Irish Treaty was signed on the sixth of December 1921 it stated that: Ireland would be called the Irish Free State and that it would have its own army, flag and currency. People in Ireland were very happy with these two points but a lot of people were unhappy with the rest of the treaty. Ireland would remain apart of the British Empire and all TDs would have to swear an Oath of Allegiance to the King of Britain, Britain would keep control of three 'Treaty ports' for the use of the British navy and the part of the treaty that caused the most unrest was that six counties in Ulster would remain loyal to Britain.

Although most people were happy with the terms of the Treaty and agreed with Collins that the Treaty gave Ireland the freedom to achieve total freedom, others (especially IRA men who had fought through a war for a republic) agreed with de Valera that it was a betrayal of all they had fought for. So tension in Ireland was building for a while and on the 28th of June 1922 the civil war broke out, Michael Collins on the Pro-Treaty side and de Valera on the Anti-Treaty side. The war ended in May 1923 but not before the death of Collins who was shot dead on the 22 of August 1922." Éire finished off.

The teacher nodded at her and she sat down. "Yes Éire is correct. The new story we are doing is called the Sniper and it shows just what Ireland was like during the Civil War. Are there any questions so far?" The teacher asked praying that the answer was no.

"Miss, did this war happen in Ireland?" another of the students asked.

"Of course it did, it's called the IRISH Civil War. Where did you think it happened?" the teacher said trying not to scream.

"REALLY! I thought I happened in America*" said the student eyes wide with excitement. Éire turned to the other three, (who at this point were thinking that America was looking smarter by the second.)

"If you think this is bad, I once heard someone asking if MacDonald's was around in the Stone-age.*" Éire muttered.

"This is going to be a long year." France and England said in unison.

Eventually, the bell rung for lunch and the students rushed out of the classroom heading for their base room to eat lunch.

"Did you bring food with you?" Éire asked. France and England nodded but Italy shook his head.

"Well, we can check if the bialann is open yet. If so you can buy something."

"Ve, what's a bialann?"

"It's the Irish word for restaurant but a lot of schools in Ireland call the canteen a bialann for some reason."

"Do they serve pasta?"

"I don't think so."

Italy's face fell but then brightened. "Ve, I'll show them how to make pasta then!" and he ran off in search of the pasta-less bialann.

"We should follow him before he gets lost. I do not want Germany breathing down our necks because Italy got scared and called him for help." France shuddered.

Italy looked around another corner. "Nope, the pasta-less restaurant isn't here. Maybe it's on another floor." He said to himself and he was about to go down the flight of stairs when he heard soft voices giggling. Italy turned around and saw a pack of girls looking at him. "Ve, can you help me? I'm looking for a pasta-less restaurant called bialann."

The girls giggled again and they pushed one girl forward. "A-a-are you Feliciano?" she stuttered and then blushed bright red.

"Sí, I am. Could you show me the way?" he said, his eyes lighting up.

The pack of girls started screaming for some reason unknown to Italy and they charged towards him. Now, over the years Italy has developed a very good instinct about when to retreat and when a pack of screaming fan-girls are running towards you even the bravest of the brave would starting running in the opposite direction, so that is what Italy did.

Éire was showing England and France the way to the bialann when they heard a low rumble which seemed like it was getting closer. "What's that?" Éire asked and the two shrugged their shoulders but then they heard "AHHHHHHHHHHHH GERMANY HELP ME!"

Italy ran past them at the speed-of-light quickly followed by hundreds upon thousands of girls chasing after him.

"What the bloody hell?" England said still watching the girls run after poor Italy.

Then they heard soft giggling. "I suggest you two start running" Éire whispered. England and France nodded their heads and took two steps in opposite directions and then they legged it down the hallway.

Éire sighed; she had looked for the other Nations for most of the lunch break and she was extremely hungry. She was also worried fan-girls are scary enough when there is only a few of them but they were in a school full of girls that could turn at any moment. She was wondering if she told the other Nations, that England, Italy and France are being held hostage by a pack of fourteen year old girls would they believe her.

"Probably not." She said out loud her voice echoing down the hall. The school looked almost deserted with all the girls chasing after the Nations.

"Psst, Ireland turn around" said a voice with a familiar British accent.

Éire looked around and saw England was hiding in an empty classroom.

"How did you lose the fan-girls?" Éire asked him. He shrugged his shoulders "I ran around this corner and dived into this classroom, and they ran right past me. I was going to look for you but I didn't want to be chased again so I decided to wait." England said.

Éire nodded "Do you know where Italy and France are?"

England shook his head "Italy has probably Nation hopped to safety somewhere and France, well I'm pretty sure he has dreams of being chased by a mob of girls so he should be fine."

The bell the signaled the end of lunch rang.

"We can probably travel to the next class safely. If you feel up to it, I mean you might get flash backs while in a room full of girls. Don't worry no one will judge you if you're too scared." Éire said sarcastically.

England's eyes narrowed but he stood up and brushed himself off.

"Which way?" he asked.

* All of these questions have been asked in my class. I worry for my classmates

Disclaimer: I don't own the sniper or harry potter or MacDonald's or Hetalia.