Disclaimer: I own nothing. Both Irelands are mine. Israel is Sarah's.

Israel frowned as she stared at herself in the mirror, how did she get herself into these messes? Her hair, usually in perfect curls, hung limp from her head. She barely remembered anything from last night. She remembered earlier in the day yesterday, December 18th 2010, she had agreed to go drinking with Ireland. Next thing she knew it was December 19th and she had a massive headache. "Ugh!" she groaned. "What happened last night?"

"Oh good, you're awake." Israel turned away from the mirror to see Ireland staring at her concerned. "You've been out cold since we left the bar." Israel gave a good long look at Ireland. Something was different about her. For one thing her hair, which was usually in a ponytail was down, had no hair accessories in it. Even when she had her hair down she at least had a head band or hair clips in it. Another thing strange about Ireland was she wasn't wearing her usual clothes, a green military uniform with her rifle and a pair of beat up boots, no she was wearing jeans and a red long sleeved shirt which hung kind of loose on her, and she was…barefoot.

"Ireland…where are we? And why're you dressed like that?" It was then that Israel noticed something else about Ireland's hair…it was red. "What did you do?"

"Well to answer your questions in order we are, as you can see, not at my house or yours. We're at England's." Ireland paused a moment to scowl and make some what of a gagging noise. "I'm dressed like this because I am wearing some clothes that I stole from North and altered with my old sewing machine." She paused again when North could be heard giggling at the fact that she could actually do something as girly as sewing. "Laugh all you want North but you have one less outfit than you did 30 minutes ago!"

"Why did you need to alter the clothes?" Israel wondered aloud. "I needed to alter them because last night, before you passed out, you puked on me. Oh don't give me that look, I'm not mad."

"So what else happened last night?" Israel asked rubbing her head. So far what she'd heard so far made her head hurt worse.

"It's a long story…I'll tell you after you eat some breakfast." Ireland saw a look of horror cross Israel's face. "Don't worry I made breakfast. I refused to let England anywhere near the kitchen this morning." "Honestly its my house! I should be the one making breakfast!" England protested. "Iggy you can't cook!" a familiar American voice was heard.

"America's here too?" Israel said more confused than ever. "Don't worry. It'll all make sense in a bit. Just go eat breakfast. I have some things to attend to right now." Israel nodded and headed for the kitchen. Now she was more confused than ever.

Short boring chapter is short and boring. :P