"England please, my people are starving." Ireland begged, "We need more soup kitchens."
"Ireland, you know I love you, but I can't. I'm very busy at the moment and well…" England's voice trailed off before he awkwardly started backing out of the room.
"OI YOU SCONE! GET BACK HERE!" Ireland threw the blight infected potatoes at him while he ran away. "Whelp," Ireland sighed, "There goes my food for the next couple of years."
A young redheaded boy waddled up to her and tugged on her sleeve. "Big sis, why are you sad?"
She looked down at the chibi standing in front of her. "Who the fecking hell are you?" She patted his head gently.
"Watch your language cunt, I'm Ireland." he crawled onto her lap, sitting contently.
"Well, I'm Ireland, so you can't be." She picked him up, staring into his emerald green eyes. "You don't want to be me right now anyways."
"I'm the English part then." The little boy jumped out of her arms and sat back on her lap.
"That's even worse. England is a little shitheaded bitch who can't even feed his family." Ireland booped the young child's nose. He was really adorable.
"England is a shithead?"
"The shittiest one!"
The two redheads chanted that for a while, with England just around the corner crying a little because even the children from Ireland hated him. Hopefully it wouldn't be like that forever.