"Oi Bastard!" Ireland slapped the back of England's head, "You zoned out for the past half hour. I had to talk America out of shaving off one eyebrow. Of course, I couldn't resist France's idea of… well, you'll see." The Fire-Head laughed a little too evilly. Germany usually stops them from doing silly pranks, but he doesn't always. England put his hand to his face, and noticed nothing… Now he was scared.
"What did you hooligans do to me?" England frantically tried to see what happened, but nothing seemed different. No genitalia drawn on his face, his hair wasn't dyed, his eyebrows were still in tact, yet Ireland and France were giggling like two naughty school girls.
"Arthur, mon cher, there is nothing to be worried about. Right, Ireland?" The two Satan-Incarnates were elbowing each other way too much.
"Iggy you're such a worrywort. Ease up and enjoy the craic." Ireland couldn't even say that sentence without pausing to giggle. Which only made England more paranoid. The whole walk home he was twitching, trying to find out what they did to him. He was zoned out pretty hard. The whole walk home he was jumpy, which you could tell Ireland enjoyed a lot.
"THAT WAS MY LAST BOTTLE OF WHISKEY YOU DRAGON FUCK" Scotland chucked an empty bottle at Wales. She was reading a book about Faeries and didn't stop reading as she ducked.
"Reading, don't bother me with your pointless bullshit. I didn't even drink it." Wales walked past Scotland, looking up from her book slightly, "If I have to look up again, you will wish you had enough whiskey to forget what I will put you through." She walked out of the room, continuing reading.
Scotland gulped slightly. Wales may be a passive country, but piss her off and you'll be in a world of hurt. Scotland picked up the bottle he threw at his sister, and scoured the room for the next victim.
"Before you throw that at me," England sipped his tea calmly, "I didn't drink it. I had some peat whiskey from North mixed into my tea."
"Don't even try to blame me," Northern Ireland looked up from the small fire he was creating, "I have been making this fire, not drinking your cheap alcohol."
"waIT WHAT FIRE?" England spat out his tea.
"This one. That's right in front of me." North pointed at the small pile of twigs burning in front of him. It was quite obvious what North was talking about.
"North, be a lamb and put the fire out." Ireland patted him on the head gently, "No fires indoors, we have barrels outside for that."
Northern Ireland sighed and extinguished his fire. There was always something burning around North, it was probably due to the fact that his people are constantly burning things in protest. That might also be why he decorated his room in barbed wire and built a wall between himself and England during movie night. Or he's just in his rebellious teen phase. Whichever.
Southern Ireland handed her little brother a fire extinguisher and let him go outside to set something on fire. She started reminiscing about the old days when her and Scotland raged rebellions against England