WARNING: This is fluffly and sweet. I will not take charges to teeth falling out or to people dying of sugar overload. Well, now that's over, ENJOY! (lol Iggy is popular! XD)

XXiMxAxPoTaToXx – IrelandxEngland

Ireland sighed and twirled her pen in her hands. She had managed to get into a world meeting but nothing had happened. Nothing worth listening to at least. Something about Germany paying off a debt to France? She couldn't remember, but that was probably because she was more focused on her 'brother'.

England sent glares her way every time they looked each other in the eye before sticking his nose in the air and turning his attention back to Germany. She sighed again, putting down the pen and leaning back into the chair slightly.

Seriously, what was he trying to do, burn freaking holes in her head? Eventually, Germany called for a break and everyone rushed from the room. Well, everyone but her and England. She stared at him before twitching her eye and standing up abruptly, startling him from sorting his paper work.

"What is ye problem? Stop frikin staring at me like that ya leathcheann!"

He frowned at her and stood up, walking over to her and crossing his arms.

"That was not polite in the slightest! And why would I stare at you, you daft bird! I suppose the leprechauns have finally gone to your head?" She flushed red at the comment and tightened her hands into fists, glaring at him as best as she could.

"Ye can speak for ye self! Unicorns, eh? Sounds bloody ridiculous any which way ye look at it! Especially coming from someone as old as ye are!"

This time it was England to flush red, stuttering from the reminder of his friends back home.

"And what about ye now? Not as big now, are ye? Doubt ye could even hold a fight on ye own now!" His eyes turned to slits at the comment but she didnt care. How dare he call her a daft bird!

"I suggest you stop now before you say something you will regret." She snickered at him and flicked her red hair over her shoulder, showing that she was less scared of him then she was of a newborn baby.

"Ye dont scare me any more! I aint in ye stinkin house any more, am I? Much better off like this too!Ye were a shite brother! Not worth listening to now! Ye're in this depression shite, arent ye? Shows how 'Great' Britian is now!" She huffed at him, only realising what she said a few second after she said it. She turned to him to see his cheeks red in anger and embarrassment. "Oh shite, Arthur! I sor—"

"Oh just bugger off, Molly!"

She stopped imediately and hung her head down in slight shame and slight fear. She knew the Arthur from the pirate days all too well and she also knew how easy it was to get him to resurface again. He was beyond pissed, that was easy to see, but, because of the 'gentelman' nature he had picked up over the years, he hid his anger behind a tightly shut lips and an acidy glare. The seperation of Ireland from the United Kingdom was a delicate subject for Arthur. He turned around and high tailed it out of the room, leaving a rather upset Molly behind.

~OOOOO~

She was upset. More then upset really. She had left the meeting after that, trying to follow England and talk to him about it. The only problem was that the meeting had been in Germany so she had no idea where she was going.

She sighed – she really had to stop doing that - and walked into the nearest pub.

She gasped in surprise when she walked in. Slumped over an empty beer mug and muttering darkly to himself was England.

She carefuly walked over to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "A-Arthur?"

He didnt move.

She tilted his head to see that he was sleeping. She laughed lightly to herself and picked him up, carrying him to her car and belting him up in the passanger side. He muttered something again and she laughed. Molly started up the car and drove to the place she and England were staying for the duration of the meeting.

~OOOOO~

Molly had (somehow) managed to get the drunk and sleeping England into the house and currently had him wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. She looked at him and smiled.

His lips were parted slightly, a trail of drool going from the corner of his mouth and making a pool of the stuff on the couch. He had a light blush on his cheeks and his hair was flying in every direction. She knelt down and petted his head, laughing to herself when he leaned up into her touch.

He was so cute when he did this. It reminded her of their childhood, when they would play for hours in the woods of Ireland and he would always come back to her with a red face and messy hair, holding something or other for her to look at.

She sighed and moved her hand lower, caressing his cheek with her thumb. She was so absorbed in thought that she failed to notice the stifled yawn the opening of glossy green eyes.

What she didn't miss, however, was the loud whisper of her name. "M-Molly?" She blushed and stood up, jerking backwards in embarrassment.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking at the stuttering woman in front of him as she tried to explain what she was doing. "W-well, ye see, ye were drunk a-and I thought that I s-should take ye home! Y-ye were kinda red s-so I thought I should just c-check to see if ye were ok a-and-" she stopped her rambling when he begun to laugh.

She looked at him for a second before frowning.

"And what are ye laughing at?"

He smiled at her and pulled her down to his level, looking her in the eye. Two pairs of green eyes met and she froze.

A blush rose on her cheeks and he chuckled lightly, pulling her into a tight hug. She squeaked as she was grabbed and blushed harder. He chuckled again in her ear and patted her hair.

"You don't need to explain yourself, Molly. It was quite alright." She sighed in relief and welcomed the hug, wrapping her arms around him and smiling contently.

Eventually though, he pulled back and brushed her cheek with his thumb. "Maybe you are better without me. You look happier now. Prettier too." She blushed at the comment and looked away. "W-well… I-I doubt that has to do with anything…" He laughed at her and cupped her face with both of his hands, pushing her head towards him with them. "You are beautiful. Ireland is beautiful." And with that he planted a light kiss on her lips. She froze again and, once he had pulled back, touched her lips gently with the tips of her fingers, smiling lightly at him. "T-thank ye, Arthur. Thank ye…"