This would have been up sooner but it's a tradition in my family to go down to my uncle's house, have dinner, then loaf as the kids trick or treat.

Last Halloween Special...I feel like making other specials...hmm *scribbles on idea list*

So, here is Ireland, or what I somewhat perceive him to be like. OMG! Have you seen the Halloween Event Blog. Damn that's one sexy Holmes aka England. Any France, well, I'll be your Wendy any day. We can stay young forever! Romania...I'd like to tap that. Can't wait for the next update.

Anyways, that's my rant for the night.

The streets were empty, the pumpkins dark. It was nine at night on Halloween and you were waiting at home for your boyfriend to get back from that "errand." He had been gone for a good two and a half hours, not giving you a text, email or phone call to let you know he was okay. Did the moody bastard go to a party? Maybe he was with another woman. The last one made you shake your head. As physically attractive as he was, his personality left most woman aghast. Sure he could be charming, but when the situation didn't call for it he put no effort into it at all. You loved him anyways. His harsh personality left you with butterflies in your stomach.

You grabbed a piece of candy from your almost empty bowl. You were quite smug with the fact that only a few pieces were left. Ireland and you had had an argument. He said there was too much; you said it was just right. The turnout this year put a smile on your face. You could remember the years you spent going door to door asking for a trick or a treat. Hell, you would have dressed up for Halloween if your boyfriend hadn't informed you that the holiday was strictly for kids not a grown woman.

"Well, I guess that means that he won't be able to see the costume I picked out for him, hm?"

Walking to the kitchen, you decided that you needed a cold glass of water to wash down the sharp sweetness. Without turning the lights on you turned on the tap. You let the water run over your hand before it was the right temperature. The glass was filled but soon emptied.

A bright purple light caught the corner of your eye. Turning, you walked to the laundry room. The light was floating a few feet behind the house. Not one for being superstitious, you opened the back door and stepped onto the wooden landing. The light bobbed away then paused. It was small enough to fit into the palm of your hand. You stepped down the stairs and onto the green grass that came before the patch of trees. The light bobbed some more towards to forest. It continued once more as you walked into the tree line.

You followed the light as it weaved in and out of trees. Stones, branches and leaves lined your path causing you to slow down and get over the obstacles without a wound. The light waited every time. As you ventured farther and farther into the forest it became duller and duller, growing so faint that sometimes you had to squint to make it out. Before it fully disappeared from view red light painted the north face of the trees. The cackle and burning smell of wood hit you. You breathed in deeply, the smell sending you into happy bliss. No thoughts of caution entered your mind as you went closer and closer to the fire.

Leaving the tree line, you entered a small clearing. In the center was a large bonfire. Its light glowed brightly, at its center purple and blue intermingled. At the far left of the fire, Ireland stood staring into the far with a blank look and his face. He raised his eyes as you approached. His light green eyes reflexed the red sending a warm feeling into your stomach.

"Is this," you swept your hand over the blazing scene, "even legal?"

He pouted but let a small smile grace his pale pink lips.

"Candy and costumes weren't always the highlight of this night. Before we used to light bonfires and do different traditions. I felt like I needed that."

His accent comforted you. You sent a small smile his way and took his hand in yours. Plopping down, you tugged the auburn haired man with you to the grass. He sat next to you, wrapping and arm around your shoulders.

"I like this. Let's stay here for the rest of the night."

You leaned into him happy to know that he was in fact okay and not out doing one of your paranoid conclusions. Nuzzling into his naked neck you placed quick kisses over him. Ireland hummed in liking. He cocked his head and let his lips fall on yours. After a kiss filled with enough passion for France to approve you broke away. You, in a false shy manner, played with the cuffs of Ireland's jacket.

"I had planned for us to celebrate Halloween with a new tradition. Do you think we can do it here?"

Ireland smirks, showing one of his canines.

"Of course."

He pushed you onto your back. You felt your body try to find comfort in the cold, solid ground. Ireland trapped your hips between his legs. He bent low and pulled your bottom lip into his mouth. You moaned in your chest. In a fever of hazy thought, Ireland's jacket, shirt and pants were off. You were in no better state of dress. Your clothes lay in piles next to your naked bodies. With a harsh bite to your neck that would surely leave a scar Ireland entered you.

You writhed under him and over him, switching positions periodically. His hands left nothing untouched. His thrusts were deep and mind blowing. Neither of you noticed the twigs, leaves and dirt that clung to you like you clung to each other. Neither of you cared about what was going on in the world around you. All you were worried about was the tightening in your lower abdomen. After consecutive releases no break was taken. The need was too deep. It was after the bonfire had burned to kindle that you both collapsed in exhaustion. You ached between your legs but the pain was nothing but heaven.

Not bothering to dress, Ireland scooped you up into his built arms and carried you through the trees. Your naked bodies were still tingling as you hit the feathery sheets. Without a care that the sheets were stained with dirt and mud, Ireland wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Thus Hallows Eve passed with your limbs entangled with a founder of the night's celebrations.

Hope you liked it!