Hey guys. The translations are at the bottom. I tried my best with my dictionary and Irish copy so if there are any mistakes I do apologise. Here is chapter eleven...

Chapter 11

"Cén fáth a bhfuil tú déanach?" A stern looking teacher said as soon as Éire opened the door.

"Tá bron orm muinteor. Chuamar go dtí seomra ranga trí." Éire replied ignoring England's confused look.

"Cé hé an duine taobh thiar duit?" asked the teacher noticing England for the first time.

"Arthur Kirkland is ainm dó. Is as Sasana é agus dá bhrí sin níl caint as Gaeilge." Éire answered for poor England, who was trying to figure out what Éire was saying about him and from the amount of complaints about missing lunch he was worried that it wasn't pleasant.

The teacher nodded and spoke (thankfully for England) in English "You can sit next to Éire and she will translate for you and maybe teach you the basics." Then she turned to Éire "An ndéarfaidh tú 'ah, is duine dathúil é. Dath fionn ar a ghruaige agus dath glas ar a shuile." The teacher said sarcastically. Éire scowled and said "N'fheadar ach déarfaidh mé 'is duine amadán é' go minic ." Some the students sitting near the top started sniggering.

"What were you saying about me?" England asked. Éire gave him a vampire smile "Nothing you need to worry about." 'Why do I suddenly feel like daja vu?' Éire thought when suddenly a massive headache struck. she began to lose vision in the corners of her eyes and she began to feel herself slipping into unconsciousness.

Éire opened her eyes and blinked in sync with the throbbing pain. When it died down she looked around, she was in a pitch black room the only source of light she could see was a window with yellowish light shining through, like an old photograph that had been lit up. Éire walked over to it "It's more like a tv screen than a window" she said out-loud. She turned her head to see if there was anything on the side of the screen but gasped when the image moved with her like if she was looking out of her own eyes. The image now showed a person with red hair and freckles, who Éire recognized from the pictures as Northern Ireland.

"Hurry up, we'll be late! It's been the first time since we were children that we'll be able to see Sasana. It's on your head if they don't let us see him." He snapped and the cobbled path and buildings went by faster as though the person from whose point of view Éire was watching from had started to run. 'Hang on a second, those houses, and the street look like they're Roman architecture!' Éire realized suddenly. When the image stopped moving in front of a burly looking guard, kited out in full Roman Armor.

"We're here to see Sasana." North said glaring into the guard's eyes.

The Roman looked confused for a moment and the glared back.

North suddenly frowned and then pointed at himself then at Éire or who ever was in the image with him "Hibernia" he said slowly. The guard's eyes widened and nodded. He pushed North and Éire inside the large gates and made them walk into a large building decorated with pictures and statues of people all looking down on them. Éire scowled, even though she knew they're only pictures and statues but she hated it when people didn't treat her like an equal.

They were pushed into large room with a throne in the center and England was sitting on it with a board look on his face. The guard that had pushed them into the room gulped and announced "Hibernia" into the room. England looked up and shot a glare at the guard who started to shake at little. England then nodded his head and the guard rushed out of the room slamming the doors behind him. England rolled his eyes and then looked down at his two visitors. He smirked; Éire felt shivers running down her back.

He then said something in what sounded like Latin to Éire. She turned her head to North who looked jus as confused as she did. Then England face palmed (Éire wondered if this was the origin of face-palming) and England screwed up his face as though he was trying to concentrate very hard. Then he spoke in a language that sounded more Gaelic but wasn't Irish, however Éire could understand him perfectly.

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" he said. The image seemed to nod and blur at the edges as though the person was crying.

The image seemed to fast-forward to a few hours later. The atmosphere was tense as though a few arguments had happen in the past while.

"Well, how about we get you some proper clothes?" England said smugly.

"What's wrong with the ones we're wearing now" a voice said. Éire looked around 'no one else has entered the room. Why does that voice sound so familiar?' Éire thought then it hit her. "That's my voice!" she exclaimed out loud.

"Oh there's nothing wrong with what you're wearing. In fact it shows you've filled out nicely." England said with a cocky smirk.

The back of Éire's neck burned bright red and promised her-self the next time she saw the present day England she will slap him across the face. 'Not that that makes any sense seeing as I'm as flat as a pancake.' She thought.

"Oi, stay away from my sister!" North yelled at him grabbing Éire's arm and pulling her behind him. England walked slowly towards him "And what are you going to do about it? Attack me? In my house where I have hundreds of trained guards to defend me and could easily overpower two weaklings like yourselves." He said mockingly.

Past-Éire was dragging North away from punching England in face. North trying to make up for not being able to physically damage England was screaming every insult, swear, and curse at him. Some were pretty creative but most of them Éire was wincing at. England had lost his smirk and was now looking at Past-Éire and North with disgust. Suddenly the image disappeared leaving Éire in darkness for at least three seconds.

When it reappeared it showed a busy port, people hurrying on and off ships, traders shouting to buy their wares. 'I think they are shouting in English, a very flowery version of it though but it's still English so this is more recent than the Romans.' Éire figured. Past-Éire seemed to be walking to a large ship which had all sorts of ruffians exiting from it. After all the crew had left the ship, Past-Éire boarded it and saw England in full pirate gear, his back to her. Past-Éire coughed and England spun around.

"South, I didn't expect you to actually come. I was looking forward to hunting you down and locking you in a dungeon with no food or water for a week." England said sneering.

"And why would I want to ignore a direct order from his royal-pain-in-the ass after all I would be the last person to want to cause you any irritation." She replied with so much sarcasm in her voice she could state that the sky was blue and Éire wouldn't believe her. England simply lifted his sword to her throat and said in a dark voice "If I were you I would consider your sentences very carefully. Do you understand me?" Past-Éire must have thought that England would carry out his threat to cut her throat as the image nodded and the sword was put back in its sheath.

Again the image disappeared. "NO, shit I wanted to know what happen next." Éire shouted out loud. Then the throbbing headache started again, Éire scrunched up her eyes praying that the pain would end soon. Suddenly it stopped and she opened her eyes. She was lying down on a sofa in Ireland's house. (A/N When I say Ireland's house I mean the blue one in the mountains and when I say Éire's house I mean the one where Darragh and Aoife live.) She sat up and spotted France and Italy sitting in the sofa opposite.

"VE, she's awake!" Italy shouted.

"Are you okay Ireland?" France asked.

"Yeah I'm grand. Eh, what happened and how did I end up here?" she asked.

"You blacked out during your Irish class and England managed to bring you here. We were waiting here until the school ended; your class mates are crazy."

"Tell me about it, where is England anyway?" she asked.

Just then England entered the room and rushed over to Éire.

"Are you okay? What happened? Do you need to go to the doctor? How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked at the speed-of-light.

Éire just looked at him and punched him straight in the face.

"Fecking perverted Roman pirates." She muttered and stormed out the room.

"Cén fáth a bhfuil tú déanach?": Why are you late?

Tá bron orm muinteor. Chuamar go dtí seomra ranga trí: I'm sorry teacher. We went to classroom three.

Cé hé an duine taobh thiar duit?: Who is the person behind you?

"Arthur Kirkland is ainm dó. Is as Sasana é agus dá bhrí sin níl caint as Gaeilge.: Arthur Kirkland is his name. He is from England and because of that he can't speak Irish.

An ndéarfaidh tú 'ah, is duine dathúil é. Dath fionn ar a ghruaige agus dath glas ar a shuile.: Will you be saying 'ah, He is a handsome person. His hair is blonde and he has green eyes. (A/N A lot of Irish teachers seem to ask questions like this. Anything to get us to talk in Irish.)

N'fheadar ach déarfaidh mé 'is duine amadán é' go minic.: I'm not sure about that but I will say 'he's a idiot' often.