Note, I don't own a damn thing from Hetalia. My OC's inspired by Deviant Art's fir3h34rts pictures. Personalities created by yours truly.

I personally suggest reading my other fic A Day At Irelands House. It sets up the relationship between my two OC's and their personalities in general.

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Chapter 10 : Cold Night

Ireland

Ireland continued to lay in the incredible bed. Even the bed in his house wasn't as comfortable, regardless he could not sleep worth a damn. Thoughts of Bermuda ran through his head, over and over and over again. He continued to shift back and forth in his bed, wanting to just fall asleep and put his sister out of his mind. After an hour or so of this he gave up. With a sigh he sat up in the bed with restless body. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He decided that he would have to resort to something so mortifying that he would probably die of embarrassment if anyone found him. He looked over to the window then at the clock. 3:56; it was only a short time until the dawn. He went over to his case to receive something.

Bermuda

Bermuda was stranded in her guests room as Lichtenstein had run out of the room several hours ago. Finally off to tell Switzerland she loved him just as much as he loved her. She felt slightly envious of her new friend's good fortune. She was just moments away from finally embracing the love she had kept inside for years.

It must feel nice…

She sighed looking around the room, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, there was only one bed, was she supposed to sleep in that? It was a pretty big bed, they could probably share the bed. She had to assume that was what Lichtenstein was thinking. Of coarse if everything was going to plan she was probably going to be spending the night with Switzerland…

She briefly thought for a moment what they were going to do, blushing profusely before shaking the thought away. It wasn't her place to think about what they were doing in their privacy. She got ready for sleep; which was really nothing more then taking off her skirt. Through her many outings of spying on her brother had taught her to sleep in her clothes. She got into the bed covers and got comfortable, ready to enter the next day.

Bermuda was standing in the middle of her little island once again. She looked down at her body, she was wearing the same blouse and skirt, pattered with dirt. She looked around rapidly, the trees on the island just as leafy as they ever were. W-where is Ireland? Where is England? Where was Wales, Scotland, North… Where is… my family… She started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach, Could it… could really all have been a dream? She shook her head from side to sides she felt panic start to sink in n-no! It couldn't have been a dream! There were all those memories, all of those beautiful memories like when… or when… NO! She couldn't remember anything, nothing at all, every memory, every precious moment seemed to be fading just as all dreams do. She felt alone and weak, and wondered about her own sanity. She wanted to die then and there. That was her prize, that was her gift for her years of suffering. A family, a caring family. One who loved her unconditionally.

She curled up in a ball, she couldn't go back to living alone, it would drive her mad, she would rather kill herself then live like this.

Then she saw it. About 3 feet away from her was a stone, one of the few stones on her island, she had often seen this stone, she used it to. It was one of the only sharp rocks on her island and it was incredible useful.

She reached out for the stone. It would be quick end. She gripped it tightly in her hand. To think of a life, no England, no home, no Wales, no Scotland, no North. She gripped the rock in her hand so tight that it caused her hand to bleed. No Ireland… tears escaped her eyes placing the rock to her neck. Goodbye world… no one will miss me…

"Bermuda!" she heard a voice, moments before she was to pull the rock. Her hand shaking she looked toward the source of that voice. Her eyes widened to who she saw. Running towards her, worry across his face was her brother. Ireland. With a shaky hand she dropped the rock to the ground. She was so confused…What the hell is going on?

Her brother had sprinted to her in moments, throwing the bloody rock far away from them. He looked at her, checking her neck for a wound before examining her hand, which was still bleeding bad "Bermuda, what were you thinking, I know we've been on this island for a while, but we will get through this, please don't just… leave me…"

Bermuda looked at the concern on her brothers face, she felt horrible for making him worry about her "Sorry Brother". Her eyes widened as she spoke. Her voice was soft, but completely audible. She slowly remembered the past 6 months or so. She had an experimental surgery that had completely repaired her throat, allowing her to speak for the first time. All the memories were hazy and unclear but they seemed true. Afterwords Ireland had insisted on taking her on vacation for a celebration. Weeks into their journey they were shipwrecked on her old island.

It was a few hours into the night and Ireland and Bermuda were sitting next to each other around a roaring fire; watching their skewers slowly cook. She was leaning against her newly tanned body (he got sunburned on the first day, finally peeling the last of the dead skin that day). She peered up at his face for a moment, she had caught him looking down at her. He immediately looked away blushing lightly. She looked back to the fire, grateful that the red flames was able to camouflage her blush so well. This… this could be the perfect moment… I could tell him how I feel, just the two of us here, away from all the political nonsense. They could just simply… be together. She sighed. Who was she kidding, why would Ireland be interested in her? She was his little sister, and even then she wasn't exactly the most… busty girl in the world. She looked down at herself I mean re… her eyes widened, it seemed that she had… grown in the last few months, she was at least a b-cup, maybe even a c-cup! She blushed deeply. Maybe he could be interested in her. She smiled devilishly as she came up with a little plan for later.

The night was coming on strong, the firewood was running out and the flame was not much more then a smoldering ash. Ireland was staring up into the night sky while Bermuda was laying right next to him. Ireland turned her head slightly to speak to his sister "Beautiful isn't it?" he said with reverence.

Bermuda smiled "Yeah…" she said, loving any excuse to use her voice. She thought for a moment, the fire was almost out, it was now or never for her plan… "Hey brother, close your eyes for a second, I have something I want to give you something"

Ireland turned to her for a moment "Oh ya? What is it?" he asked with a curious smile.

Bermuda just smiled back in her classic innocent smile trying to coax her brother into a sense of security "It's a surprise… please!" Ireland nodded his head, obliging his sister, simply closing his eyes. Bermuda smiled sitting up immediately. She gripped the bottom of her shirt, pulling upward to take it off. She stood up off the ground and slid down her skirt, leaving her only in her underwear. She went over to her brother, and gently sad down onto her brothers open lap. Ireland seemed to notice it, blushing slightly at the sudden contact. Still he kept his word and kept his eyes shut. She slowly leaned forward sliding her hands up Patrick's chest. He squirmed in slight confusion of the feeling, wondering what she was doing. Her face just inches from Patrick's face she smiled, whispering softly in his ears "Okay… open your eyes…"

Ireland slowly opened his eyes, looking up into his sisters eyes, slowly he realized the lack of cloth around her neckline. His eyes slowly drifted downward face reddening with arousal and embarrassment "B-b-Beru, wh-what are you doi-" she stopped him from speaking by placing a finger on his lips.

She smiled down at him, the last ember of the fire flickering in the otherwise dark night "Brother, please… I've loved you for years... I've always loved you" I've always been too insecure to tell you but now… Were all alone here, I know you might not feel the same way… but…" she leaned in just alittle closer "Do you think… we could" she blushed deeply but a confident smile on her face "Just try?..."

Slowly Ireland nodded embracing his little sister in a deep passionate kiss, just. As. The last ember. Burned out.

Bermuda bolted up in her bed sweating profusely "Patrick!" she yelled immediately gripping her throat in pain. It felt as if scorpions were stinging her vocal cords. She looked around from side to side. She sighed closing her. Once again her dreams had fooled her. Ireland was nowhere to be seen she was still just alone. In a bed. Well on the plus side I finally developed bre- she tried to feel her chest to meet her breasts only to find it was as flat as ever. Damn it. She let out a greater sigh.

She sat there for a moment feeling ashamed of herself. How did her mind come up with such shameful things? God, that dream was so embarrassing! To think brother actually seeing me like that…Half naked…she blushed remembering how dream-Ireland was so accepting of her advances. The dream felt so real, the sand on the beach, the heat from the fire. She lifted her fingers to her lips, barely touching them The kiss from his lips. She blushed again.

She looked towards the window, the night was still strong, the moon hanging bright above the earth. She thought about going to sleep again but then she heard something. It was feint but defiantly audible. It sounded… musical. She left her room, absent mindedly forgetting to re-adorn her skirt. She wandered down the halls, the sound only audible whenever she passed a window. She opened one of the windows confirming that the music was coming from outside. She hopped out the window, immediately regretting not bringing a blanket of some kind. Regardless she continued on. She was sure now that it was some kind of stringed instrument, and she could hear someone singing. Her quest brought her into a small forest. She hid herself among the trees, suddenly fearing that it might be Spain playing his guitar. Eventually she found a small clearing with a single worn rock in the middle. Sitting on the rock was Ireland, stringing a wooden hand held harp. Playing a soft tune through the night air. She was amazed by his skill. She always remembered how Scotland and Wales would tease Ireland for having some innate skill at the arts. Irelannd had always denied it but after some snooping, Bermuda was able to discover some of his beautiful drawings. But… This was the first of her hearing his music…

She watched as Ireland continued to focus on playing the wooden instrument. The tune so smooth and harmonic, making her feel relaxed. He didn't actually sing for a while, just playing the instrument. For a while she thought he just didn't sing. Then he started off, in his Irish Accent filling the cool mountain line

Oh such a great many sights upon this planet

Deep down to the core of it's granite

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From the stars in the sky,

To the trees on the earth

When white doves flies

Or a new babies birth

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She covered her mouth from a giggle, Ireland was pretty good at rhyming. Just like Scotland always accused him.

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Still from all these sights I can't help but think

That out of all the things that could be

My heart would just as well sync

With a lass from the Atlantic Sea

/

Bermuda stood there, blushing, her body suddenly feeling a bit warmer from the sudden circulation in her body. Could he really, be singing about her?

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An Island on the way to the new world

With beautiful blonde hair

So delicate and uncurled

One look from her light my cheeks like a flare

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But…There's one thing that makes me falter

Something, that makes me sound absurd

You see, this beauty is my sister

…God I'm such a bastard

/

Bermuda blushed deeply, sure now he was singing about her.

/

Her beauty unmatched from here to Tibet

And risking myself to sound like a lowlife

Or playing a game of Ivan's roulette…

I want nothing more… then to make her my wife

/

Bermuda's face flooded with color W-w-w-wife? Bi-big br-brothers wife… She leaned back absentmindedly snapping a twig.

Ireland

Ireland suddenly stopped playing his music, hearing a twig snap nearby. He looked at the trees around him "Who's there? Come out!" he commanded of his spy. Depending on who it was he could probably dispatched them before they told anyone what they saw. He put a hand on his old school Webley Revolver. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some movement and turned his body fully to the person, ready to dispatch the saboteur. Then he stopped, seeing the blonde hair disappear behind the tree. Christ, it could be Beru, Lili, or Vash. God how he wished it wasn't Bermuda. He might as well press the revolver to himself if it was. He lowered the revolver, knowing he can't (or shouldn't) risk hitting his hosts or sister "Who's there?" he said less harsh then before. Slowly she peered from behind the tree, nervous fear on her face. It was Bermuda, of coarse it was Bermuda. Looking away for a moment to put away the gun, he looked back to an embarrassing sight.

Standing there, was his beautiful little sister, hair a little ruffled, in her clean white blouse, and little else. The only think covering her lower section was apiece of cotton underwear. This made Ireland blush heavily seeing his half naked sister; one thought continued to go through his mind They're… They're stripped. After several moments of gawking Ireland had recovered his senses. He looked up back up at her face to find it was blushing deeply from his stare, making him feel guiltier. Still if he stayed silent any longer she it would only get more awkward "B-Bermuda, what are you doing out her?" he asked walking towards her, harp in hand.

Bermuda stood there still blushing from her brother's previous focus on her lower body. She rubbed her arm, partly out of nervousness partly to just warm her arm. Begrudgingly she put her cold hands infront of her to sign to her brother I heard some music when I was trying to sleep, it sounded beautiful so I followed it out here she said forcing herself to look up at him.

Ireland couldn't help but smile, it was rare but he liked hearing feedback on his music. Still there was one thing he had to know "D-did you hear any of the lyrics?" he asked, praying she hadn't.

She shook her head slightly Um… mostly mumbling really; you sounded like you were about to start a new one when you stopped. W-why what were you singing about? she asked curiously.

Ireland let out a relieved sigh, glad she hadn't heard his true feelings. He walked over to her, taking off his dense Military jacket, draping it over her shoulders "Come on lass, we should try and get some sleep while we still can" He said completely ignoring her question. Bermuda didn't insist on the question as they walked back to the mansion. Ireland, not thinking had just led them back to his own room. The window was slightly high off the ground, making it difficult for Bermuda to just hoist herself up "Okay, get in front of me, I'll hoist you up ok?" Bermuda smiled with a nod walking in front of him. Ireland thought through the movement, realizing it would give him a rather close look at his sisters… 'Undercarriage'. He blushed deeply imagining the sight before he stopped Bermuda from walking in front of him "O-on second thought, I'll go in first and hoist you up ok?" he said quickly. Bermuda looked at him with a slightly confused stare. Still she nodded stepping back, gripping the jacket close to her body.

In one smooth motion Ireland hoisted himself into the house. He quickly let down his hand to hoist up her sister. She gripped his arm gingerly. He brought her back into the house. Accomplishing this he smiled, he started toward his bed waving towards his sister "I'll see you later in the morning lass, try to get some sleep. He was about get under the sheets, kicking off his shoes. He looked over at Bermuda who was standing there, pushing her two index fingers together shyly, blushing slightly. Looking adorable.

He knew what she wanted. For years Bermuda had always joined him in bed whenever she felt scared, like when there was a thunderstorm or when she had a nightmare. Ireland never really minded, he was happy knowing he had her trust. Still over the years he had began to deny such request as she got older and more mature. She hadn't actually asked in years she would simply stand there until Ireland told her to get out (which he rarely did) or suggested she join him. It actually has stopped for years, ever since he left England's house they hadn't each other too often.

He looked over at her with a smile on his face, knowing he was going regret it in a few moments "Would you like to join me Beru" he blushed realizing he had used the old nickname. Bermuda noticed as well, looking over at him with a renewed blush on her face; then she smiled and nodded walking over to the bed. She discarded the military jacket to the floor; once again revealing her petite body. This is going to be a long night…

Bermuda

Bermuda had to smile the feeling of happiness she felt. It had been years since she and Ireland were alone in a bed with each other. Bermuda smiled crawling into bed with Ireland. She had considered taking off her blouse as well but thought it might be too much for Ireland to handle that night. She got in, laying down in bed with her brother.

At first they were apart from each other. Ireland was giving her 'room' to sleep in the bed. He always did that. Even though every time she would end up curled against his body. Slowly she would move over to his side of the bed; it took a few minutes since this bed was particularly large. Eventually she was right next to him, slowly she put her old plan into action.

First she would pretend to sleep for a few minutes. Breathing softly. Soon after she would shift herself uncomfortably in bed from side to side, until finally she was leaning against Ireland's body. He always stiffened up when she did this but relaxed quickly enough. Soon she even took her arm in hers, holding it gently as if it were a security blanket. This was usually how her plan finished up, she would fall asleep like this, and wake up the next morning the same way. Usually this would be all she would do. But tonight she felt emboldened by Irelands beautiful ode. With full knowledge she had nothing but her panties on down there, lifted her leg over his. Pressing herself closer to him. She immediately felt him stiffen up. After only a few moments he shifted to force her leg out from between his. She felt downhearted for a moment Did I go too far? He probably knows I've been faking it all these years She felt like she was absolutely devastated, about to take up on the room that Ireland had so considerately given to her.

The feeling didn't last. She watched as her brother turned toward her, closing his arms around her lovingly. This had not happened before. He had always just accept his sisters advances, never really… responded to them "Beru…"

He didn't say anything else after that, they just laid there in each others arms. Drifting off to blissful sleep. As the sun rose slowly draped their bodies in a soft light.

End of Chapter 10

Hey what do you know! A ending that doesn't make everyone reach for a razer blade. What a nice change of pace! Anyway ya. A nice progression for the siblings. I hope I made Bermuda less naïve overall while keeping her shy nature in tact.

Hope I didn't come off as too much of a pervert, just tryin to give my characters more realistic… needs (Blush)

How'd u ppls like Ireland's little song? Full of Win? Full of Fail?

Thanks to all mah new reviewers, always nice to have them, the sudden upshot from 13 to 22 was really encouraging, resulting in the longest chapter yet ^_^

Duitsu95: Ya, I know I tend to fail utterly when it comes to stuff like that -_- my Achilles heal as a writer really, god bless spell check let me tell ya.

Malkeria: What do you mean by deets exactly? ._.

Dorisling: Wow thanks... and Sorry I made u cry ,_,

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