I will make a different Fanfiction about who ends up in the closet next...let's continue with Ireland's story.
During WWII
America was a bloody idiot. He had made her look and speak like a man. Ireland was to take the name Charles Petit and make herself look like a French traitor. "Commander Sir Ludwig of Germany." Ireland said, kneeling before him.
Germany stood there in shock for a second. "What do you want?" Germany asked Ireland. "Who are you?" Germant added, frowning. The 'man' before him had a somewhat feminine appearnce, but then again...so did Italy.
"I am Charles Petit, Traitor of France." Ireland lied, hiding her highly feminine voice. "What do you want?" Germany repeated. "I wish to train with you...to fight for you!" Ireland said. French were notably bad fighters, but perhaps Germany could train this one? The French were very loyal at times.
"I guess so...but you musn't fail me!" Germany said, completely serious. "I won't sir!" Ireland said. Good, she had gotten Germany to accept her...now..time for the longest and possibly most dangerous part... Training.
Ireland stayed there and trained there for months without any mistakes and without getting caught, at least..until THAT day. The day Germany and the others finally caught Ireland.
"Why are you late to training, Charles!" Germany snapped, getting very annoyed. They couldn't start until Charles (aka Ireland) came. Germany lifted Ireland up by her collar with much force. Actually, too much force...her wig was knocked off, and her long red hair knocked out of it's loose bun. Germany, Italy, and Japan all gasped. "Ireland, you've been spying on us?" Germany asked.
"No, I've been eating lolipops." Ireland said sarcastically. She felt a sharp blow to the back of her legs, causing her to collapse. "You are now our prisoner." Germany said, throwing her over his shoulder. "If you become too much of a bother, I'll send you back to your brother England." He said, sitting her down in an isolated room that had a very small window. "Don't! I don't want to go back to him!" Ireland said, pleading with him. Germany nodded, and locked her in the room. After a few hours, she got really bored, and began singing a pirate song. "In ye seven seas..." Ireland finished, She began remembering England when he was a pirate.
Authors note: Well well well, It seems like someone got caught. How will our poor Irish Beauty deal with this? And exactly what was England like when he was a pirate? Those two questions, and perhaps more...will be answered in the next chapter!