Characters:
Erin 'Republic of Ireland' O'Murcadh
Arthur 'England' Kirkland
Alistair 'Scotland' Kirkland
Pairings; British Isles Siblings
Summary; Alistair and Arthur are meant to be meeting with Erin, but Erin is nowhere to be seen.
Kildare, Ireland, outside Erin's house
Arthur stamps his feet, straining to keep the umbrella held up. The rain beats down, the pathway covered in half an inch of water and rising. With every stamp, water splashes up the inside of Arthur's other leg and onto Alistair's boots.
Alistair smacks the side of his phone again, swearing. "It's this fucking cold, I tell thee."
"Or maybe it's your shitty phone," Arthur grumbles.
"Well maybe if you ever remembered to charge your fucking phone, you'd be the one calling her and I'd be the one hogging the brolly."
"Not my fault your fat arse doesn't fit!"
Alistair kicks water up at him, splashing the front of both of their legs.
"You bastard-"
Alistair cuts Arthur off with a cheer. "We're on! Hang about- she's rung me."
"Ring her back!" Arthur hisses.
"She left a message."
Arthur groans.
The phone beeps, and Alistair smacks it again. It chimes, and the volume increases sharply as Alistair puts it on speaker.
"You have a new message," the automated woman says.
"Yep, saw the notification," Alistair grumbles.
"Here lads," Erin's recorded voice comes from the phone, "I'm not fucking doing this today. I said "Fuck it, I'm staying in bed." Fucking Monday got to me, you know yourself. Don't bother trying to get in, you'll only look like a gobshite."
Dial tone.
Alistair laughs out loud. "Fair play. Fucking… fair play."
Based on a closed sign put in the window of a shop in Ireland. Link in the profile.
When its cold and/or raining hard, my phone refuses to work. I was once lost in the pouring rain and couldn't call the place I was trying to get to for an interview because my phone was too wet to work.
Was still somehow on time for the interview. Didn't get it though, which I was rather disappointed about. Oh well, their loss.
Random headcannons;
I've already mentioned my "Erin had terrible hangovers" headcannon. This is another example.
She also hates Mondays.
Especially if those Mondays involve talking to England. That's the last bloody thing you could want.
Alistair can be a bit of a typical old man when it comes to technology. Automated phone systems that require voice commands really annoy him, because they never work right for him. Systems like Siri also don't work for him, but he enjoys asking them ridiculous things in a thick accent just to see what it thinks he's saying.
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-Laurel Silver
