Characters:
Peter 'Sealand' Kirkland
Sean 'North Ireland' Kirkland
Arthur 'England' Kirkland

Pairings; AmeIre?

Summary; Peter is angry about an advert. Sean is concerned about Peter's bad language. Arthur is hungover.

Warnings for mentions of alcoholism, lots of swearing, and some violence.


Peter storms into the room, throwing his school book at Sean's face. "The fuck is 'the now' supposed to be?!"

"What're you on about?"Arthur grunts.

"This bullshit advert!" Peter yells, holding his iPad up. An advert is ending, something about visiting Ireland.

"I gotta get my tourism business up," Sean says.

"Do I look like I give a shit about your tourism?" Peter snaps, "I don't give a shit about anyone's tourism. Fuck off with your adverts!"

"No. Fuck off with your bad language and shitty temper!"

"You can't talk, Sean," Arthur says.

"No! These bloody adverts don't even make sense!" Peter yells, and Arthur physically winces at his volume, "The fuck is 'the now'?! That's not a thing!"

"It is! It's about the mix of ancient Irish culture and modern Western culture," Sean says proudly.

"More like Erin's culture and Alfred's culture mashed together to form a snotty ginger prick!"

"There was no need for that," Arthur mutters.

Sean gets up, grabbing one of Arthur's bottles emptied the night before. Peter runs for the hills. Arthur groans, pulling his coat back over his head.


This started as me ranting about a 'visit North Ireland' advert that kept popping up on 8tracks when I'm trying to revise. This happened.
I understand I shouldn't really be so angry about an advertisement, but 1. it's really distracting when I'm trying to condense a 500 page book into revisible flash cards, and 2. I can only listen to a vaguely Irish accent telling me about "what they call 'the now'" and "friendly locals" a certain amount of times I used to be a "friendly local" in a seaside town and believe me, we're not that friendly. We're sick to death of random people mobbing our city in the summer then the city becoming practically a ghost town in winter.
Rant over.

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