Disclaimer: again I own nothing except for the republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland. Israel is my friend Sarah's creation.

The meeting itself passed quickly, nothing really interesting happened, except for Canada's out burst that is. ("Who?" "CANADA DAMMIT!") Ireland quickly gathered her things, not wishing to remain in the conference room any longer. She couldn't help but watch amused as America continued to piss off England. One thing she envied about their relationship was that even though the two claimed to hate each other, you could tell that they still really cared. She wished she had that relationship with North sometimes. "Ready to go?" Ireland looked up from the table to see Israel. "Yea, I'm ready." Ireland smiled for the first time today. But that smile faded quickly.

"YO BRO, ARE YOU IN HERE?" "North I told you, do not address me as 'bro' I'm not your brother. I am England, Britain, The united kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland, or Arthur." England scowled.

"Well gee sorry Mr. cranky-pants. Hey America, whazup?" North gave a goofy smile America's way. "I'm great dude, haven't seen you in awhile. Happy birthday man!" England scowled to himself, "Honestly sometimes I wonder where I went wrong."

Ireland grabbed her stuff and tried to sneak her way to the exit to no avail. "Don't pretend I can't see you sis." North smirked. "I'm not pretending you can't see me. I'm…I just remembered that Israel and I have to be somewhere…now!"

"Happy birthday North!" Israel greeted cheerfully. Ireland inwardly cursed Israel's habit at making friends with everyone. "Thanks Israel." Ireland stood glaring at the interaction. "Why are you here?" She said coldly. "Well because Northern Ireland and the republic of Ireland border each other and it's very easy to-" "No, why are you here." Out of the three nations watching this display, Israel was the one who most expected this tone from Ireland.

"Can't I come and wish my older twin sister a happy birthday?" North asked, a small smile still lurking on his face as he prepared to use England as a human shield incase Ireland decided she would pull out her rifle on him.

"No, no you can't. You haven't had the right to for 88 years." Ireland continued to glare. America snickered. "What's so funny you twat?" England asked, not moving his eyes off of either of the Irelands. "I-it just seems so funny. Her human age is 21, but she said for the past 88 years." England stared at America like that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard…it was too. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"Oh come on Iggy. It's funny, admit it. You think it's funny don't you Roi?" Ireland shuddered at the name ugh; Roi, America had started calling her that on the grounds that it was more politically correct than calling her Ireland. The letters of course stood for Republic of Ireland. Honestly in Ireland's opinion he was just too lazy to say Ireland. "I told you to stop calling me that name America! It's Ireland, the republic of Ireland, or Evelyn!" Ireland yelled. England on the other hand had accepted his nickname a long time ago after realizing that America would never stop calling him that.

"I think its funny…" North said. "Well of course you would think that." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh nothing, nothing." Ireland smirked. "Well come on Israel, If we don't hurry we're going to be late for that thing." Israel nodded. The last thing she wanted was to sit through another one of Ireland's fights with their fellow nations. "Good bye everyone." Israel said as she ran after Ireland.

After the two girls left England turned to glare at North. "What?" he asked defensively. "Oh don't act like you weren't planning on using me as a human shield if Ireland decided to try to blow your brains out with her rifle." England scowled. "What are you doing here anyways? I thought you were at home with Scotland and Wales."

"Well as amusing as they are, they do get pretty boring after awhile bro." "I told you I'm not your brother, so stop calling me that!" America smiled as he watched the two nations bicker. "Oh hey America." North said quickly changing the subject. "Would you like to go drinking with Scotland, Wales, and I later? You could come too England." "Dude I'm so in!" America said. "Well I suppose it couldn't hurt." England agreed too.

England, similarly to Israel, came to the conclusion that yes, this would be a very long day.

Ireland sighed. "Ahhh…isn't it a lovely day Israel? The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and even though it's December I can still feel my toes!" Israel stared as her friend changed moods quickly. "I-I'm glad to see you're in a better mood." Israel stuttered, she never knew what to say after Ireland had an interaction with North.

"Say Israel…I was thinking about taking up Prussia and Germany's offer to go drinking with them. Would you like to come with?" Ireland smirked to herself; she knew Israel would immediately accept the offer because Germany was going. It was no secret that Israel had a humongous crush on him. Even though his boss had locked her father, ancient Israel, up in a death camp during WWII.

"So, whaddya say, hm?" Ireland smirked. "I mean unless you want me to get drunk outta my mind, like last time, and have France drive me home, like last time. Then call you in the morning and say that France will be in the hospital for two weeks…like last time."

Israel shuddered at the memory. Ireland's smirk grew a bit, she had her now. "Ok, but we're only going for two hours then we leave. Who else is going besides them?"

"Well since Prussia is going its safe to assume that the rest of the bad friends trio will be going too. And since Spain will be there he'll probably bring Romano, who will bring Italy. Chances are England will be there…and if he's there America and North will be sure to follow along with Wales and Scotland."

"Whoa! Hold it! You're thinking of getting drunk with North around? You can barely handle him while you're sober!" Israel tried to reason with Ireland but her mind was made up. "Fine, I won't protest. But if anyone, and I mean anyone ends up in the hospital you are dying you hair back to its natural color of red. No more brown for you missy!"

Ok it sorta seems like this story has no plot. But it does I promise I promise. And I swear that update for the next golden trio is coming…soon…once I get this outta my system.