A second chapter! This time, we'll go back in time... To Christmas!
Now, for all of you who don't know, Ireland has an abnormal fascination and obsession towards chickens. She considers them to be even more awesome than Prussia (don't let him read this!). So... Let this story... Begin~
Chapter 2: Chicken = Turkey?
Once upon a time, in the fair land of England, lived a man named Arthur, also known as England. That year, in an attempt to help with forgien releations, he decided to invite his sister, Enya also knowen as Ireland, over for a Christmas dinner. And Ireland, being a total party animal with nothing more to do on Christmas, accepted his invite, under the deal that she could bring her beloved Clucky over - Clucky being her toy chicken that she loves more than the Bad Touch Trio.
The pair were, suprisingly, having fun, even when you took the Christmas presents into consideration. Ireland had given England some eyebrow tweesers, and a Rachel Allen cook book (what with her being Irish and therefor super cool... and there being the obvious reason), while England gave her a picture book of Chickens, and the Chocobo game for the Nintendo DS (which she had received from Japan as her birthday present) as well as a bag of chicken feathers.
And then, war struck.
There was a huge argument going on between the pair, who were by now drunk. England wanted to cook the dinner, whereas Ireland refused to allow him to do so. The argument was starting to get heated and they were starting to drift off topic, until Ireland noticed that they were running low on alcohol. She then quickly ran down to the wine press in his office (why it was there, god only knows) while England took advantage of the moment, and grabbed Clucky and shoved him into the oven on full blast. When Ireland finally came back, she looked confused to the where abouts of her beloved chicken, untill she realised there was black smoke coming from the oven...
THICK, black smoke.
Ireland, stormed over to the oven and pushed England out of the way only to see her beloved plushie burned. She blinked, and blinked again and she blinked again, before she turned slowly towards England, her eyes taking on a dangerous glint.
"You've got 'till 3 before I beat you up, send you to France, let France play with you, and then kill you..."
Needless to say, England ran like the wind, with the raging red-head after him screaming obsenities as loud as her voice could.