Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the story and the Irelands. Israel and Romania are Sarah's.

Ireland walked into the living room only to be greeted by stares from the three other countries there. America, who sat on the couch next to England, looked as if he had nothing to say for once. England's bushy eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of something. And North, who was sitting in a rather awkward position on an armchair, was being well…North. His green eyes stared questioningly at his older sister as if she would know something they didn't.

"Well?" England finally said. "Well what?" Ireland responded while leaning against the wall opposite the lot of them. "Well what are we going to tell Israel? We can't tell her the truth." England insisted. "We can't lie to her either. She deserves to know what happened last night. She's not a little girl anymore. You agree with me don't you America?" Ireland asked pleadingly.

"Actually Roi, I agree with Iggy. I don't think we can tell her the truth." America tried to smile but failed miserably. He was clearly still shaken from the previous night's events and the gash on his left arm justified that completely.

Ireland tried to avoid looking at his arm but couldn't stop herself from staring. "Does it…hurt?"

America looked confused at first but followed her eyes to where she was looking. Immediately he put on his trade mark smile. "Are you kidding, a hero never feels pain. Especially from a cut as small as this." Ireland couldn't help but smile a bit. Even England smiled fondly before saying something along the lines of idiot or twat.

North squirmed anxiously in his seat trying to get the others back on topic. "Guys! We were talking about telling Israel."

"Oh…right…" Ireland said smile quickly fading. "What do you think North? Truth or lie?"

North sat there for a few seconds thinking. On the one hand lying to Israel would make things much easier. He had a few reasons for not going with that decision though. For one Israel was his friend and he didn't want to lie to her. The other thing was that Ireland would be disappointed in him again. Ok so Ireland was always disappointed in him, but he hated it when Evelyn Moore, his sister, the personified version of Ireland was disappointed in him. It was then that he decided that the truth, no matter how hard it was to tell, was the answer to go with.

"I think we should tell her the truth." North said, his voice was serious for once. "Ireland's right, Israel isn't a little girl anymore and she does deserve to know." Ireland stared at North like she had never seen him before in her life. England and America stared at him similarly. "We don't have to tell her the whole truth. Believe me there are something's I'm pretty sure everyone would rather forget. But we should at least tell her some of the obvious things. Like what happened to America's arm, why Ireland's hair is red, where my eyebrows went, and why Scotland, Wales, and Sealand begged to stay somewhere else for the night."

North paused to gauge the other's reactions, then continued "And I think everyone involved with the previous night's events should come and help explain…minus Romania that is. Seeing as he's going to be in the hospital for a while."

England nodded and then stood up, "I'll go call everyone." "I'll go too." America said. "With two of us calling people it should be faster to contact everyone."

After the two countries walked off Ireland moved to the couch, and she and North sat there in somewhat of an awkward silence. That is until Ireland took a good long look at her brother's face.

"H-hey what's so funny?" North asked surprised at his sister's sudden laughing fit.

"I-I'm sorry its just your face. Oh my god your face!" Ireland said between giggles. "You look so strange without your eyebrows!"

North glared…or tried to. It didn't exactly work without his eyebrows, which by the way had been almost as bushy as England's. "Shut up! At least I didn't have to dye my hair last night!"

Ireland stopped laughing and suddenly went serious. "I should have had to do something worse for what happened last night. Instead my punishment was just my hair going back to its natural color."

North got up and kneeled down next to Ireland. "Hey sis don't take it out on yourself. It wasn't that bad really. You weren't the only one at fault last night. And look at it this way. After all that's happened last night no one thinks any less of you." Ireland smiled a bit. "Ok I guess you're right. So now we gotta figure out which parts of the truth to skip in our explanation."

"Right." North agreed.

Israel sat down to eat breakfast. The only thing left not devoured by the other countries were some pancakes and two strips of bacon. "hm, Ireland must have been out of it when making breakfast this morning. She never makes bacon." About half way through breakfast it struck her.

The kitchen was empty. America, England, North, and Ireland were awake so obviously they would have already eaten breakfast…but something didn't feel right. Where was Sealand? The young micro nation was usually up early from what Israel could remember from the few times he had stayed overnight at her house. And the atmosphere this morning…it wasn't tense. Well ok so it was tense but not as tense as the last time she had been here. Where were Scotland and Wales?

Of what she could remember from last night the two had been out drinking with them. Where were they now? "but Ireland said everything would make sense once she told me and she won't tell me until I finish eating and she finishes whatever it was she had to take care of."

When Israel finished eating she put her plate, fork, and empty glass, which had contained milk (A/N: drink your milk kiddies its good for ya.), in the sink.

"Israel are you done eating?" She heard Ireland call. "Yea. Do I get an explanation now?" "You sure do, follow me."

Whee! That's the end of chapter four. Cliffhangers are fun yes?...*cricket noises* Yea….that's what I thought.