Another day, another world meeting. After the show England put up yesterday, the other nations had finally been able to at least ease the memory out of their minds even by a bit. They weren't sure whether to mock England when they see him later or just keep quiet, in case he still had those 12 guns in his belt. When said man were nowhere to be seen however, some of the nations breathed out in relief, thinking that he must had been drunk yesterday and was now too ashamed to come. Others weren't so sure of that.
Their relief was short lived, however, when the steel doors (they replaced it immediately, fearing that England might came back and shoot at it some more) opened to reveal a man with wavy black hair that went down to the base of his neck and green eyes. The other nations recognised him as the other half of Ireland, Northern Ireland. All seemed well at first glance if only said man wasn't wearing what common people would call a plain white dress which seemed a bit too short for him, as it went up to only his knees. He was also wearing a strange hat and his fringe, which was not that long in the first place, was plaited to a few smaller plaids so they fell to his forehead and...was he wearing an eyeliner?
The strangest, however, was not the way he dressed or how he looked, but the single fact that he was bringing a llama to the meeting room. A LLAMA!
"Hi," he began, "I'm an Incan priest."
Most of the nations just gaped at the sight, a few groaned. Oh, this wasn't going to end well.
"I dress well," somehow that statement alone and the fact that North Ireland was only wearing a white dress, sounded like an insult to the French nation who was well-known for his fashion.
"I work hard, and I get through a lot of llamas. I sacrifice a hundred llamas at the beginning of every month."
Mysterious voices similar to the one they heard the previous day began to fill the room, but in a more cheerful tone..."Stay calmer when you want to harm a llama, call a llama~ farmer."...and catchy, too!
Although the other nations were busy darting their eyes around the room to find where the damn voices came from, a few swore they saw North AND the llama did a little jig at the tune.
North slowly approached one of the nations there, namely Prussia.
"What's that? You're going to battle tomorrow? Oh, boy! There goes another thousand llamas." The Northern half of Ireland said with an annoying grin on his face that just doesn't seem normal on his usually calm face. Prussia looked at him weirdly as if he was insane. Maybe he was. Just a bit though. His other brothers were much more insane than him.
But no one had the time to comment on that as the mysterious voices came back again.
"Stay calmer when you want to harm a llama, call a llama~ farmer." North AND the llama definitely did a little jig there.
"As you can imagine. Getting through llamas this fast means I soon run out. That's why I buy my llamas from a llama farmer." the Northern personification pointed at his Southern half. The latter was not amused.
The mysterious voices came again. "Stay calmer when you want to harm a llama, call a llama~ farmer." A few noises could be heard in the background Oy! I'm no llama farmer, ye bassa! but we're just going to ignore that.
Ireland would have throttled his Northern brother if only he wasn't on probation for a fight he got with England a few weeks ago. Germany threatened to ban him from all the pubs in the world if he got into another fight this month and just the thought of it made him shudder. He was also feeling a bit guilty that maybe he had hit his youngest brother too hard and as a result the latter suffered a brain damage, which would explain his strange, but kind of amusing (Ireland refused to admit it out loud) behaviour yesterday.
The Northern Irish Incan priest was now standing between Russia and Belarus, and said,
"What's that? You want to get married? Oh, no! There goes another couple of thousand llamas."
Russia's eyes widened abnormally, North smiled that annoying smile, while Belarus quickly snatched her brother's arm before he could escape.
"Yes, brother! Let's get married, married, married, married!"
"Nooo! Go away!" And in a rare turn of events, Russia was now scared shitless.
Ireland was now fuming. The fact that his brothers (not only one, but two of them) made a fool of themselves in front of the world was starting to piss him off. What his brothers did will look bad on him, too! Not to mention the brat just called him a llama farmer! He wanted so bad to punch his brothers, but couldn't because he's on a stupid probation. The commotion that Belarus and Russia were making was also getting into him. Add to that the fact that the French nation sitting next to him had his filthy hands on his thigh and hadn't let go since North arrived. If you looked closely you could see veins popping in his forehead. But the one thing that got to him the most was that the faeries, their faeries, not mine! (although he swore he could see some of his leprechauns among them as well)were singing a stupid (but catchy! NOT!) song about llamas.
Of course none of that matters when the faeries began singing again.
"Stay calmer when you want to harm-" "SHUT UP!" Oops, guess I was wrong. The Irish nation couldn't hold his anger anymore; stood up, slammed the French nations head to the table and shouted at his brother, "Why the bloody hell are you here in that stupid getup, huh?"
His northern counterpart stared at him calmly and replied, "Well you know, that's because they won't let me be a knight."
They? "They?" the nations asked at the same time.
Suddenly the door burst open once again and in came three green-eyed knights! Each with different hair colour, but similar smirks on their face.
The nations gaped. North just looked at them blankly. Ireland stared at the three in disbelief, and his head met the desk.
Uh oh, looks like there will be MORE trouble! Well, the more chaos the better right? Hahahaha! *ahem * Sorry about that. Anyway the author told me to give Its thanks to all who reviewed and It is glad that you enjoy it. To GirlLoki, don't worry because the author already has a plan for that song. Also before any of you ask, while the first few chapters take place in modern times, most of the rest will jump around history. Don't worry I will be warning you before that happens. I'm your guide, after all!
Oops, forgot to mention. The author also would like you to know that the only OC nations It will use are the UK brothers + Ireland. There will be other OCs, but they will be humans. Oh and one other thing, the author can't do accents very well, so...just use your imaginations. Unless you want to help, that'd be much appreciated. It would also like your opinions on the current chapter titles. Is it too annoying with all the "In which..."? Should It have titled the first chapter "England the Blackbeard?" or does that reveal too much? What do you think? Me? I think as long as It has a chapter in which there are lots and lots of cheese then I'm find with anything! Hahahaha! Fiuh, that's it, I think. Now let's see what will happen next...