I'm back! Okay, I'm really, really, really sorry about the extremely long gap! I was doing a three week course in the Gaeltacht to learn Irish and we weren't allowed to speak, read, listen to or write in English. We also weren't allowed to use our phones, ipods or anything with the internet. I meant to get this chapter up before hand but I did have time. I think England would've liked the people in my house because they all loved scones, me being the only one who doesn't like them. (I'm sorry Iggy but they're so heavy (Д)) Anyway, hope you enjoy chapter 20 and if you want then leave a review
Chapter 20
Éire was about to knock on the door when she suddenly felt really dizzy as though she had been spinning around in a circle for the past 2 hour at break neck speed and stopped suddenly. She looked up and the whole room seemed to be spinning, Éire shut her eyes and shook her head hoping the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach would stop soon. And suddenly it did, Éire opened her eyes and found she was standing on a muddy dirt road that lead into what looked like a village.
Éire looked back, hoping to figure out where they were. Instead she saw England who looked less than pleased with her. Almost as though she was an unpleasant smell. He was dressed in clothes that if Éire had to guess would be from somewhere in 1700s maybe. She was never good with knowing that kind of stuff.
"This way" England said curtly. "You'd better keep up, I won't waste my time trying to find you if you get lost." And swiftly walked off into the village.
"Jeez, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed today… whenever today is." Éire muttered to herself and started considering running of in the other direction just to annoy him. But her legs moved on their own following England.
They finally stopped outside a house in the centre of the village. It dwarfed the houses around it. England turned around and glared at her. Éire felt a shiver down her back.
"If you harm a hair on his head or, start putting ridiculous ideas into his head like rebelling or ruin his image of me. I swear to God that I'll make every single day a living Hell for you and your brother. Do you understand? If you think things are bad now you'll have no idea what hits you. At least your brother at moment is quite rich because of the parliament, I can change that easily." England growled.
"Don't worry, I have no reason to hurt him and as for ruining your image and making him wanting to rebel, you don't need my help for that." Ireland replied. "If you're so worried about this then why did you order me to look after him for a few weeks?"
"The last Maid I hired quit because he wore her out too much and she managed to a get another job with another family. Also Alfred has always expressed an interest when I talked about my other colonies and wanted to meet one of them. So until I can find a new one you're going to have to do."
"I still don't see why it has to be me and also why do I have to wear a dress, they're so irritating."
England sighed "Look, eventually your going to have to stop dressing like North. You're a woman and it's about time you started acting like one."
Ireland snorted. "Why should I? It's bad enough that your people look down on me because of my accent, yours, some of North's, Scott's and Dylan's all look down on mine as their Catholic instead of Protestant. So why would give people another reason to treat me like an idiot, at least at the moment they'll still talk about current affairs and money with me."
"Look, I did say I wouldn't force you to act more like a woman but it would hurt start learning how to."
"You're lucky I like children." Ireland muttered and England knocked on the door, which opened immediately. Ireland looked down, there was small boy (he looked about six or seven years old) with a huge grin on his face. He had caramel coloured hair with a cow lick sticking out.
'Wait a second, if you imagine this kid in his twenties. A good bit taller, with glasses and an old pilot jacket…' Éire thought.
"IGGY!" The little boy shouted and tried to tackle-hug England.
"Hello America, It's good to see you." England grunted but he smiled and hugged America back. America suddenly started bombarding England with questions like how did he get, how long was he staying, if he would let him on England's ship, if England would play with him. Despite herself Ireland smiled it was funny trying to see England keep up with little America's questions.
"America this is Ireland, she'll be looking after you until I can find another nanny for you." England explained and Ireland smiled at America. America stared at her for a few seconds before sticking out his tongue at her and then started sulking.
"Why can't you look after me Iggy? The nannies always hate me and I hate them." American complained.
England sighed and knelt down so he was eye to eye with America. He put his hand on America's shoulder and said "America you know why. I'm working hard so that you can have a good and happy life. In the mean time you have to work hard on becoming a gentleman, which means you have to be polite to your nannies and other people, no matter how much you disagree with them."
America was still sulking with his arms crossed and his bottom lip out however he nodded in agreement to England.
'Humf, what a hypocrite, I remember the last time France and England had an argument, if that is what England calls polite then I'm a princess.' Éire scoffed.
"Good boy, I will be in a couple of hours. Ireland will take good care of you, also she is one of my other colonies, so you can ask her as many questions as you want and I'm sure she'll be happy to reply." England smiled at her sweetly but he a look in his eye which obviously meant 'give the wrong answer and I'll kill you'. Then he stood up, ruffled America's hair and headed for the door.
"I'll be back soon." He promised and then he left. America glared at Ireland and Ireland glared back at America. Both daring each other to break eye contact. The America's face lit up and began asking her questions at lightning speed.
"America, please slow down. I'll try to answer your question if I can hear them." Ireland said hoping he would slow down and that the questions weren't to hard to answer with a positive view of England.
'Who am I kidding? It's impossible for me to come up with a positive view of Arthur. Maybe America won't ask anything about what I think of Arthur.' Ireland thought.
"Okay then, what do you think of Iggy?" America asked with a big grin on his face.
'Well cac.' Éire and Ireland thought simultaneously.
"W-w-well" Ireland stuttered, trying to think of anything she could say without throwing up. "Uh… He's very powerful and strong. I suppose he must be clever if he managed to win all of those wars. He's also very stubborn" She managed to say (thankfully) without vomiting, however she had a suspicion that her face had a pained expression.
Fortunately America didn't seem to notice. "Yeah, Iggy is the best! He's so awesome and cool isn't he! He's the best big brother ever!"
Ireland smiled at him. "So do you have any more questions?" hoping to steer him away from asking any more of her opinions on England.
"Where is Ireland and are there any other personifications near by?" America asked while waling into the living room.
"Well do you know the island where England is?" Ireland said following him.
America nodded his head.
"Well to the left of that island there is another island. That's where my brother and I are from. We're kind of odd for personifications because although there is only one country on the island there are two personifications for it. When we were little we used to just say the top half was for my brother and the bottom half for me. That's how we got are nicknames North and South. Now though, we just represent the people two religions Protestant and Catholic, but we still get on well enough and we keep our nicknames" Ireland explained
America nodded and continued asking questions, which Ireland did her best to answer. Now and again there were more questions about what she thought of England and Ireland was very proud of her ability to make he seem like a normal person with a soul. After a while they noticed that it had turned dark outside. Ireland decided start a fire in the fireplace (although she considered starting it in England's room.)
America yawned and asked his final question of the day: "Ireland, can you tell me a time story?"
Ireland smiled kindly and asked "Do you want me to tell you one from my home?" America nodded his head eagerly.
"Okay how about I tell you…. Fionn Mac Cumhaill and the feathers from China?" and Ireland began tell the story putting a bit of magic into her word and suddenly it was like the story had come to life, like a play. America watched in amazement as banqueting hall of Tara came to life, the noise, the laughter and all the rest of it. He gasped at the lightning and the thunder as Ireland was describing the stranger's journey to China. America felt hot when Ireland was describing the stranger's journey through the dessert. He giggled because when the stranger was showing the Fianna how to use their feathers, America could feel something tickling his head. And so on.
Also Ireland changed her voice for the different characters, not just putting on an accent but made it sound that it her voice. When the stranger was speaking her voice was raspy and weak like a wise old man who had been on many adventures, When Fionn Mac Cumhaill was talking her voice was loud and deep like a powerful, strong man. Ireland made her voice annoying and mocking when the bad guy (Ó Flátharta Gorm) was speaking.
America didn't realise it but he had drifted off to sleep. It took Ireland a while to notice this because she was lost in her own story, but when she did she smiled and was about to wake him to send him up to bed when…
"I had forgotten that you can tell stories and bring them to life like that. America seemed to enjoy it." England said from behind her.
This gave Ireland a small heart attack as she didn't realise that England had returned home. However she'd be damned before she let him know he had scared her. So she replied in an even tone "I'm glad, his smile is worth it." and turned around to face England.
"You'd better not do anything that will stop him from smiling England. I mean it! He really looks up to you; I don't know how you've managed to do that, but he does. So for his sake and for yours, please for the love of God do not mess this up, do you understand?"
"I don't need you to tell me that." England muttered and looked at the now fast asleep America. "I'll carry him up to his room." And he gently picked America up and brought him to his bedroom. Ireland followed and watched from outside the room as England tucked Little America into bed. America opened his eyes and gave a tired smile.
"England?"
"Yes America" England replied sweetly.
"Are you and Ireland married?" America asked innocently. While both Ireland and England choked in unison.
"W-w-where did you get that idea from, America?" England spluttered.
"Because then I would be like my friends, with a mommy and a daddy who both look after me and care for me." He replied sleepily. "Although, I think I would have the best parents." And he fell asleep.
Suddenly Éire felt dizzy, she closed her eyes and shook her head. It was almost like she could here someone (who was very, very loud.) was telling her to wake up.
'But I'm not asleep?'
"Éire… Éire, dude wake up!"
"America don't shout! If you want to help then go into the kitchen and get some water… and don't get a burger, they don't cure people they give them heart attacks!"
Éire groggily opened an eye open. She was lying down on the sofa in the living room; someone had put a pillow under her head. She lifted her head and sure enough there was the source of the shouting, America and England trying their best to argue quietly which was the same as normal people shouting at the top of their lungs, while trying to beat seven different shades of shite out of each other.
"Would you two stop arguing and listen to the Awesome me! You've woken up Éire." Prussia shouted over the two making them stop in the tracks.
They both stared at Éire who simply said "Dear God, no wonder you two have problems." And then she fell asleep.
cac: shit
Fionn Mac Cumhaill and the feathers from China:This is one of the Irish legends. I didn't type it up because it's sort of long and this chapter is already over my usual chapter length. But if you guys want me to type it up just say so and I'll try to fit it into the story. :D