Another chapter! WOOO~ o 3 o;; Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with... stuff.
I OWN NOTHING! /NOTHING/.
North Ireland was the 'clone' of Ireland, only male. He has short, spiky orange hair with bright eyes and freckles dotted over his cheeks. By 'Clone', they meant he was a copy. You see, when Ireland became independent, England decided to curse her. Of course, the curse went wrong and North was born. He was hyper, too say the least.
"… North, you should know better than to annoy Scotland in the morning. Don't lie and say that you didn't know he's hung-over." Wales stated from across the room, his back to the other with his head poked into a cupboard.
"Oh, you know me so well, Wales, you truly do." North threw a smirk at the other, before walking over to the table and sitting down, grabbing an apple as he did so.
"Oh! England, I have some news for yo-" He was cut off by a very angry sounding shout…
"Will ye' all just shut up?" CRASH! "…Shite!" The Scotsman came tumbling into the hallway, holding what seemed to be a chair leg. Fabulous.
Groaning, England set his mug down and walked over to his brother, grabbing the wooden leg and promptly smacking it over the others head.
"You're paying for that, Wanker!" Walking back into the kitchen, he dropped the leg into the bin. Scotland, now nursing his sore head, grumbled under his breath before speaking out.
"Jist keep it down! I'm gunna' take a nap…" Shuffling back into the living room…
"… As I was saying, Australia is coming over. He should be here soon." North finished, glee lacing his voice.
There was a long pause. Both England and Wales seemed frozen in place. D-Did he just say 'Australia'…?
In a flash, England was running to the stairs, saying something about getting a shower while Wales places all the glasses and plates in the washing machine, a smirk crawling onto his face.
"Australia, you say~? How very splendid! Do you think he'll bring that lovely bear with him, North~?" Wales, who seemed far too pleased, giggled out.
"Most likely… Why, may I ask?" He somewhat regretted asking that, as his brothers smirk grew. The Welshman walked over and whispered into his ear, causing him a laughing aloud before breaking out into a grin.
"Excellent idea, my dear Sheep-Shagger!"
About half an hour later, the doorbell was rung. England was still fumbling upstairs while Wale's went to the answer the door, followed by Sprinkles, leaving North.
"Aussie! Great to see you again, lad!" Opening the door, he was greeted by a tall, muscular man. The Australian was far taller than any of the British isle family. The younger man had deep brown hair, with two ahoges shooting out from where his hair parts. He also, like certain other ex-colonies, have taken up the bushy eyebrow trait, and worn them proudly, might I add. He also owned a small, grey koala bear, that seemed to be glued to the back of his head. With gleaming green eyes, the Aussie hugged his 'uncle' tightly, his normal bright grin placed onto his face.
"'Ello, Uncle Wales! Long-time no see, mate!"
"Australia! How have ya' been doing?" North came bounding though the corridor, joining the hug. After they all pulled back, they spotted England watching from the stairs, now wearing white slacks, a white shirt and a very manly cardigan. Australia's eyes instantly brightened.
"Mum!" Aussie ran to the Brit and pulled him into a very tight hug, "How have you been? You've grown bigga' since last time I was you- Or is that just your eyebrows? Oh, I've missed you, Mumsy!"
England only sighed and hugged his 'son' back, not brothering to answer any of the strange questions thrown his way.
"Good to see you too, Australia, my boy."
Yup. I made Australia a Mummy's boy that loves hugs. :I And he's adorable. Deal with it.
Also, I didn't make it very clear in this chapter, but Aussie always carries his 'pet' koala around with him. That /will/ be important later.
Trust me, It'll be worth the wait. = u = Eheheh~
Until next time, mon cheris!
-IggyKitty.