Who's who:
England
Flying Mint Bunny
Scotland
Wales
Romania
N. Ireland
Eire
Good afternoon.
What ya doing...?
Helo ;)
Feasgar math
Dia dhuit
Please excuse them.
Oi, laddie. We don't need excusing.
Shut up!
They only said good afternoon
…
They should bloody translate themselves!
You need to loosen up, boyo. Need I remind you…
I could always do it… ;)
I'm quite alright.
A pity… Where did your flying friend go?
Far away from you.
You're so cruel.
Um… I think you're more nasty, Welshie. But you're funny, too!
*glare*
Flying friend?
Flying Mint Bunny, of course
Oh, THIS again.
You bloody asked!
We met to discuss nation matters earlier, and now we're camping out at Eggylet's. If they don't want me to blow them up, they had better finish this relatively quickly.
It's ENGLAND!
You're mean, bug brother!
Bug brother?
Oopsie… Big Brother! You're all mean, but I love you!
Who let the Netherlands near his tea?
Who's ya think?
…
Whilst they fight that out…
*meanwhile, in Romania!*
I'm here at Romania's where Wales can't get me! He's let me use the computer, and now I'm 'sharing' Iggy's account! :)
Greece's kitty
kitty: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooh pirate~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*glomps iggy*
2p greece:*army uniform* NEVER~*aims bazzoka at iggys head*
*raises eyebrow* Well, well, what have we here?
Oi! Only I'm allowed to do that!
Normally, you use a spear, though. I use the bazzoka.
Eire! Why does he want to hurt brother England?
I'll explain later.
But I want to know NOW!
England p***ed him off, and is now paying. Have you seen any fairies around here?
Err… Nope. No fairies!
Too bad… ;(
Alfred and Mattie
I TOTALLY DIDN'T REVIEW TO EYEBROW'S BLOG. O: Naah, I was probably being to awesome and **. NOW, I'VE GOT SOME COMPLAINTS, BRITAIN!
1. I was listening to that one song you sang .. Pub and Go or something like that and I totally didn't appreciate you calling me an idiot and a wanker at the end. -_- Not cool. And why did you sing a song about getting drunk and cursing people...?
2. I DO NOT LIKE YOU COMING OVER TO MY LAND WITH ALL OF YOUR BRITISH CRAP AND MY PEOPLE GUSHING "OOOH! BRITISH ACCENTS~ *Swoons*" Not cool. -_-
3. ...Fruk is amazing.
4. I'm hotter than you'll evar be old man! Haha!
5. I saw this British show called "Supersized vs Superskinny" AND DUDE. YOUR PEOPLE ARE HUUUUGE COMPARED TO MINE! And waaay to small.
And what's with your obsession with staring at my 'bum'?
Bye bye Eyebrows~
What do you want, America?
Be nice to him, boyo.
Make.. On second thoughts, I'm not being bloody nice to him!
1) You are a bloody idiot, so deal with it.
All they do is get drunk and swear, dim?
No… That's all Eire and me do! Oh, wait… We gamble, too!
North, what have I told yo about that?
Oh, wait. I'm not allowed to talk about that, 'cause I'm underage. :)
Shut the blummin 'eck up!
2) I'll stop doing it to you when you stop bloody doing it to me!
Yeah. I don't like the American silly people coming, either.
3) You insolent, incompetent, American git! I bloody better raised you than to-!
And there he goes again.
4) Well, everyone else is cussing you, so I'll say I agree! I'm younger than you, so that's fine. :) Err… My age is kinda complicated, actually. But I'm young as an official home nation!
5) *eye roll* thank you, North. We're not all that bloody fat, idiot. That's the extremes of my people. Most of us are built perfectly healthily.
Even mine, before you start, lad.
If stare at your rear end, it is simply because I am trying to comprehend how it is so large.
Git.
The-Goddamn-Iron-Girl
Toni: *laughing and nosebleeding* Pirate!England...omg... *holds tissue to nose*
London: O_O Stop nosebleeding over my brother!
Toni: What? No. I have a cold. Remember, *my* brother gave me a cold? Colds make me nosebleed easily.
London: Watching. You.
Toni: *sweatdrops* Right. Anyway...FLYING MINT BUNNY! THE HECK!? Why are you so mean to me!? T_T I believe in you!
London: She's dramatic.
Toni: England. I have something to say, and I hope it doesn't hurt too badly or anything. But...America's lucky that you were so good to him, because believe me, things could have been worse. My father...*looks down* he... he wasn't the best person, despite what people say otherwise. He was a harsh person.
Male voice in background: Kid. Get serious. He was cold, calculating, never told me he loved me, didn't even tell me that he liked me. You're talking about a man who's happiest day of his life was shipping me off to boarding school.
Toni: Thank you for phrasing that for me, nii-chan. And he was worse to me than he was to you...insults and all...
Male voice in background: No problem.
London: Yes, my brothers, this is the sensitive Stark nerve. Don't ever touch it, unless you have a death wish. It is quite volatile, and will likely explode at random moments, when seemingly innocuous phrases bring back bad memories.
Toni: T_T Stop ruining the moment, Vikki.
London: That. Is. Not. My. Name. It's VICTORIA!
Toni: Whatevs~ That's what you get for messing with the serious moment~
London: *headdesk* See you later, big brothers...
Toni: Until next time!
Nikola Tesla is badass, (Hah! Got MY signature this time,, London! London: Hmph.)
Antonia Stark and Victoria Kirkland (Toni and London)
I'm NOT mean to you!
Scotty, why does she have a nosebleed?
She's a pervert.
Republic of Ireland! What language is that?!
Proper one?
Please stop filling North's head with dirty images.
Not my issue.
Actually, you're the one with land borders with him.
Eire! Let's go find out why she has a nosebleed!
…
He told you so, laddie.
BYE BIG NIECE!
?!... Eggy. Where did your bunny go? I want to carve pretty patterns in its wings…
Away from bloody you.
Springirth Dale
Pirate England! Yahooooo!
COOL!
Unfortunately, I'm not so...familiar with "pirate speak".
YES! Long live the British Empire! (^o^)
What's new? ? o(OvO)o ?
To tell you the truth, I actually "freaked out" for approximately 11 seconds when your brothers are going to be coming back.
Okay...But Flying Mint Bunny, how long have you been with Britain?
No problem.
I kind of do that too...
Sooooo...Uh...Hey, England's brothers!
Ahahaha...I don't know what to talk about-! (-v-") Sorry...I'm just uhh...speechless?
I guess I can ask you some questions..? Fine, I'll do that.
Mr. Scotland, just how much do you hate England? I think England's just fine. What's wrong with him? (o.O)
Mr. Wales, why are you interested in Flying Mint Bunny, unicorns, and other magical creatures?
Mr. Eire, do you also hate your brothers? I wonder why all of you hate each other.
Mr. Northern Ireland, who of your brothers do you think is um..more "tolerable"?
Mr. England! I hope you're doing fine, and I hope you're not stressed out.
Flying Mint Bunny, please take care of England! And please take care of yourself as well!
(after all, who knows what Wales might do...)
Well then, that's all! Bye bye!
Well, please excuse my earlier outburst. It was most un-professional of me.
*snort*
Nothing is 'new' here. (the author says please see the bottom of the chapter!)
Me… Err… Well, we first met back in 500BC… I started looking out for him around 200BC, and we've been together like strawberries and cream since the Roman invasion! The first one… i.e. the landings, but non-invasion.
HIYA PRETTY PERSON!
Shut up, little bugger.
Hypocrite.
Go ahead. I'll be in the kitchen.
Why do I hate England? He's an annoying, whiney wee scum bag who took all of mother's attention because he was so wee compared to us, then had the nerve to try to speak when she left. He joined the Romans. He'll never be one of us.
I may have been Roman, but they only mined my land, not settled… So I can still skin faeries. :) As for my… Interests. It is art! Blood flowing down the wings of a faerie looks much better than down a person. ;) And it's legal.
Dragons defend my land!
We all hate each other because we see too much of one another, our borders are too close, and we were born in an age where you fought to survive, and killed any competition. Babies kept mother away from you, so you tried to kill them. *completely unphased by all he's said* I hate them less than I did back before independence. Really, though, that just means I'm not blowing things up.
I love ALL my brothers! But… Scotty knows the most, and Welshie's funny, and Eire's my actual brother… Eggy's just WEIRD!
That's why I'm hiding out in Romania! I will, and goodbye to you too!
FlyingLikeAButterfly
Hi...
We are studying myths and legends and my friend chose to do the leprechauns because she likes Ireland (this ones a different one to the one I first mentioned). Also my other friend can do a good(I think) Irish accent.
So how were you as children?
Who is the second best country (the first being your own of course)?
What do you think of 2P's?
Bye bye, presentation due tomorrow... TT_TT
YAY! SHE LOVES UP TOO!
Humph. Good. And Eggy's back.
You right, boyo? You're looking a little pale.
Of course I'm alright, git. Why wouldn't I be bloody alright?!
Good. Because you know what I do to sick little boys…
I dunno… I wasn't there! *giggle*
Intolerable. All of them. I, of course, was perfect.
I think someone's got their FACTS A LITTLE TWISTED!
… They're all gits… Except Japan. And Germany. And who's the other one… Anyone commonwealth is decent.
*starts crying* Don't let them get me, EIRE!
*sigh* Why is it always me?
Because it's not… ;) I am very good friends with them, although my brothers… Not so. Eng-a-land will tolerate them long enough to send them back, of course.
Good luck, love.
Lass.
It's bloody love.
Rizu Roraito
It's not that fancy! I just wanted to know porque (because) I am making some of my home's food for us to eat! :D
I would ask you to bring something pero (but)... ... Eh... You don't have to bring anything~. Nothing at all! Nada (Nothing)!
Pirate talk, eh? Good old days, creo (I believe)...
-Spain
Fine. Bring some of that cold tomato soup thing you're always eating. It's a dumb idea, but still. I shall bring food with me.
The bloody best.
Scotty!
What?
Whasa pirate?
asymmetricalpasta03
Hello! It's a pleasure to be talking to you. My name is Kat. So, I know you really don't like talking about your family (we don't really discuss ours, either). But I have a few questions I've been trying to wrap my head around and don't make sense. And since your editor says they'll be with you next time, here's a perfect place to ask!
Firstly, (this is the main one) I don't understand how you're the youngest of your brothers (excluding Sealand, of course). According to Wikipedia, you conquered Wales (unknown date) and formed a treaty with Scotland (1707). Ireland had something to do with it, too (union in 1603). But the country/state/territory/province/whatever-you-call-yourselves of Northern Ireland wasn't formed until 1922 (from lands given to English Protestants in 1603) when the Republic of Ireland broke from the union. So, how isn't he the youngest? I have one theory, as him being more closely related to Ireland and therefore actually a half-brother. But I'd rather hear it from you and them, as you'd know.
Secondly, how would you say Ireland is related to you? Cousin? Sibling? Great-uncle-twice-removed or something weird like that?
Well, those were the two main ones. Thank you for your time spent reading this and I look forward to hearing back from you!
asymmetricalpasta03
(the author would like to make clear that this entire part is her own theories, nd NOT in any way accepted as canon… There should also be warnings of, errr, morally questionable activities which I do NOT approve of)
Good evening, Kat.
It's bloody complicated, but if you insist.
Not that complicated, lassie
We are NOT discussing this.
*giggle* BUBBLES!
Fine.
He's actually not our brother at all. All of Ireland used to be owned by Hibernia, mother's little sister… In the way America's our little brother. Adopted, but non-genetically. She was too young to have children when looking for an heir, so adopted Ireland from mother, hence why he got Ireland.
;) I'll go from here. Back in the twenties, Eire got REALLY drunk. Properly drunk. And Hibernia was also pretty drunk, and visiting. One thing led to another, and we found North Ireland on the doorstep a few months later.
You love bloody ruining our reputations.
;) You're next.
… I hate you and your scrawny arse.
Big brother! Hating's BAD!
…
I told you it was bloody complicated.
Guest
lol I love talk like a Pirate day, me mates and I were talking like pirates at college today...and farmers heh heh, shiver me timbers! and combines harvesters! brill Q & A me lover! *she says in her farmer accent* (it's alright for me to take the mick of the accent cos I sort of have the accent myself, its RP/west country accent...I'm rambling I'll stop now, I apologise deary...:)
Hoist the rigging and climb the mast?
Where did you learn THAT?!
Eggy taught me!
I'm…
*glare*
Never mind.
bodesciakirkland
You are just a sweetie...WAIT! Did you say the brothers? Do you mean my other sons? Oh wow, my beloved children are all going to be together. Now...time for the questions.
1. Your mummsie is here to say her hello to her beloved children, have you miss me, well HAVE YOU MISSED ME?
2. Britain, next time, I do hope you tone your attitude down a little *reveals a spear*because I don't want to cause some sort of problem, would you agree? "points the spear at her sons with a angry face*
3. I'm just glad that you have matured...in more ways than one, I hope you do make me feel some welcomed, right?
*gives her children the death glare that make them shake...even if it is a little*
To the writer, children will always be rebellious as ever, agree?
Oh, hell this is creepy.
LANGUAGE!
Scotty… What's 'hell'? And who'a you?
Thanks a lot, Wales. And she's your mother.
You're welcome.
Oh… HI MUMMY!
Please excuse him. The Netherlands spiked his tea. … Or, rather, his tea was spiked with the Netherlands drugs by a less responsible country
Hello, mother.
Evening.
Er…
Of course we missed you!
2) *chokes* Yes, mother.
*laughs* Give it to him!
I want one too!
You don't. Trust me.
I trust you, Eire! *giggle* that sounds like diarrhoea!
… What are you going on about?
Ignore him. He's high.
3) Of course we will do our best to welcome you back… Right?
You can have my bed! You're so pretty!
North. That's your MOTHER!
Um… Really? *points to statue* I though Mummy was ginger…
O.o Even by my faerie standards this is odd.
(the author says she guesses so. She has two younger siblings, but no children of her own)
Qualeshia Marshall
I honestly though wench meant something vulgar. I thought the word shared a similarity to bitch, I heard it in other anime shows before.
To Pirate England *clears throat then takes a deep breath*
YOU ASSHOLE! WHEN I GET SET FREE, I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR BLOODY ASS. SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, PRUSSIA! DENMARK! YOU GUYS ARE JACKASSES! *some how manages to free myself from being tied to the tree* YOU DOUCHE BAG OF A PIRATE...I AM GOING TO STICK MY FOOT UP YOUR SORRY ASS. *grabs Pirate England's coat making him turn around. I go to punch him but it didn't work and I ended up falling* MOTHER FUCKER! DON'T YOU DARE MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A DUMB ASS! *starts getting into a fight with him while he fights back* DAMN IT I NEED A WEAPON LIKE FAST! *grabs a sticks, pretending to use it like a sword, Pirate England laughs at me until I gotten the chance to punch the shit out of him* I GOT YOU THAT TIME YOU SORRY BASTARD! COME AT ME MOTHERFUCKER! *thus the fighting between us continues*
To the writer, I am so sorry that happen but he did tie me to the tree, that damn fool. Are England's brother are going to be here? *comes with an idea* I'll take Scotland's side in all of this.
To Scotland, LET ME JOIN YOU IN BEATING PIRATE ENGLAND'S ASS. WE SHALL BE IN AN ALLIANCE.
*grabs his hands happily and my eyes sparkle with fan-girl joy*
Goodbye for now!
Unfortunatly, I am no longer pirate and so am not wearing a coat. However… BLOODY GET HER!
*a swarm of faeries are now attacking you*
AYE LASSIE!
Please excuse this brief intermission
…
(the author says that's fine… TIME SKIP!)
kuroiyou63
wow Britain talking like a pirate is weird...
damn. Sherlock Holmes is awesome.
oh yeah, I asked my friends what they want to say to you and one asked if you'll go on a date with her. She likes your accent and she's been to England sooooo..
heh If scotland is there can you kick his ass? I'd do it personally, on the crotch though, but I'm not there am I?
heh
Too true. Shall we carve up his unicorn in revenge? ;)
I see you are a fine and well cultured person.
As for your friend…
NOBODY dates my little brother without getting through me.
…
Non-nations, anyhow. I would be most happy to do so.
*shouts various proficiencies*
I'll get you, you nasty little mortal… NOBODY hurts by charge, and NOBODY may just ask him for a date… They must go through me first.
IamTheAwesomePrussiaAndDenma rk
Keseseses you act like your so tough England bu you freaked out when "America" pulled that prank on you
I'm not the one speared to a bloody tree. And I saw you when Germany dressed up as the bloody Krampus to scare you.
DJMitsu
Mein Gott. You have a blog.
You've made my day, you know that? X3
Not alllll Americans are completely ignorant and culturally unaware!
And I'm willing to eat a scone to prove it.
So, all your fairy tales and mythology and the like are really interesting, and I was wondering if you took inspiration from all your magical friends, or if you just put whatever went on directly to paper? (Also, are there different kinds of faeries and things like that?)
(the author says in future, please can you submit by PM? If it's not possible I understand, but may have to stop replying to you at little to no notice)
Thank America for that.
*snort* I'll believe that when I see it.
Of course you can have a scone! Here you go!
DON'T EAT IT! *cries* It'll make you sick…
My cooking's not that bloody bad.
It is.
NOT!
My knives say otherwise… ;)
*eye roll* Just eat the thing. It won't do any permanent damage.
Many of them are, but others are collected from all over the world – from other country's fae folk.
…
What he means to say was he was invaded a lot, so his ancient mythology is a wee bit messed up.
All stories have basis in something. Some are stories the faeries told me, some were passed by other countries, some happened and were embellished.
Of course there are different sorts! 'Faerie' is a generic term for any magical being – technically, it includes everything from witches to elves, through trolls and will-o-the-wisps. Most people think of little things with wings though.
BlackBloodOnWhiteSnow
'Lady Jane'? what is it? (please forgive my poor education..)
that's your story? I thought you were capable of telling more intersting story... well I guess I was wrong... but really you ripped of his coat..you should start hanging with Belarus- she always does it when she founds him asleep and not, she doesn't rip off only his coat...
I once visited her and rhen she insisted on visiting Russia. We entered through his the window for some strange reasons... and found him asleep. I must say that at some point I turned around and try to ran awa- ahem.. to return home, but I got myself stucked to the wall by her knives.
I still was there when russia woke up... I mabey don't have vodka bottels to prove it but I have scars...many scars.
Anyway I want another story!
oops...where is my manners... so
Hi England, how was your day? oh and I heard that your brothers are coming for visit.. hi England's brothers :)
(yes I did forget Flying Mint Bunny on purpose! he did forgot me too once after all...)
and what's wrong with ny English today?
Where are my manners? - I was supposed to say it was an 'are', right?
I HATE ENGLISH!
not 'ny' - 'my' I wnted to write 'my'...
AAhhhh- I REALLY REALLY HATE ENGLISH!
Lady Jane was the name of my ship, named in honour of the first Queen of my country. Matilda ruled first, but was called an empress and was in a civil war with the king (the author says, for more information, see the anarchy!). Most people think of Mary the 1st as the first female monarch o my country, but after the death of her brother, Edward, the nobles were squabbling over which sister would be queen – the Catholic Mary was older, whilst Elizabeth was Protestant, like her brother. She ruled the country for nine days, before being executed for treachery.
…
Really, she was just a girl being used by her family. Pretty, clever young thing who hated the idea of being a monarch.
Bloody politics.
*snort* When he's not on pirate that's more likely…
I'm not bloody like Belarus! We ran out of rum, and every good ship has bloody alcohol!
Let me see.
Tell them about Alfie!
?!
He means Alfred, idiot.
I knew that, but-
The OTHER Alfred?
She wanted about nations though… I suppose there's always this one. Frog-face, idiot and … a little blonde nation were all at my house (this was back just before revolution). It was late, a dark night and the rain was pouring down. America looked about fifteen at the time, whilst the little blonde one was about five. Frog had banned me from the kitchen with a 'zou cannot feed mes cheires tat!', bloody frog. We were supposed to be at war, too. America and the little one had gone somewhere, and I was cleaning. Then we heard screaming. Frog and I both ran to see what on earth was the matter. We found America pointing wildly at the wardrobe, looking very, very pale. Carefully, we opened the wardrobe, to find it empty. Frog started shouting something about 'mon petit', and frantically searching everywhere. America screamed again, and passed out. I readied a spell, looking behind me, to see a white sheet with eye holes cut in it, placed over a little blonde nation. Needless to say, nobody involved was wonderfully impressed.
Capitals for names, love. And you'll get there.
Hello.
Hi ;) So, you know where the bunny is… Tell me so I can go 'see' him. ;)
Good e'ening, lassie.
HI! Can you see the sparkles, too?!
Hello. Please excuse him. We're not sure how long drug-spiked effects take to wear off. Apparently, a long time for nations.
MEANIE! … Hello, I'm Flying Mint Bunny and (the author says for the purpose of this fic) I'm a SHE!
The correct way would be 'where are my manners'
Don't get him started, and you're doin' fine, lassie.
Hum… Dragon needs to see me. I should most likely say farewell… Or fare badly. I'd rather you fared badly.
I need to be running, laddies. Same time, same place?
Aye.
…
I should probably take North home, seeing as he's passed out.
When I get my hands on that bloody Dutchman, I'll skin him!
Whatever.
…
…
Finally, they're bloody gone. My day has been… eventful, if nothing else.
France 'invaded' this morning, not to mention my bloody brothers were still here. Then the bloody idiot American rang whilst I was in the kitchen earlier.
…
Ah, blast. I might as well say it.
But how to put it…
...
I have a bit of a problem.
…
America's asked me to dinner.
…
I've said I'll go, but I'm not sure what he wants. Apparently, it's important.
…
He'd better not want another bloody loan.