Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I own the story and the Irelands. Sarah, my buddeh, owns Israel and Romania.
To Israel's surprise inside the living room she was greeted with looks of concern and relief from the group of nations gathered in the room. The nations were: Germany, Prussia, Spain, France, Italy, Romano, and obviously England, America, and North.
"Ve~ How are you feeling Israel?" Italy asked. "Yes how are you Israel? After last night I can imagine you must have a pretty bad hang over." Germany added.
"Well I have a nasty headache, and I remember almost nothing from last night…North where are your eyebrows?"
"Don't worry dear Israel all will be explained in due time." North said as he shot a glare Prussia's way.
"So why are all of you here anyways?" Israel said. "I'm not trying to sound rude but I thought I was going to get an explanation about what happened."
"You will, don't worry." Ireland reassured her. "But we need everyone in the room to help explain what happened. Are there any questions you'd like to ask ahead of time?"
"Yes as a matter of fact there are. Where's Sealand? And Scotland and Wales for that matter? And why did I stay at England's house? And what did Ireland do that caused her to dye her hair?" Israel asked the questions to no one in particular.
"Well…Sealand is at Canada's house." Ireland started. "And Scotland and Wales are at North's house."
"Then why is North here?" Israel pleaded, trying to understand.
"Well I suppose we might as well start the story from the beginning since you might get confused by the answers to most of those questions." North said. "I think Ireland can start off the story for us."
Israel, and everyone else for that matter turned their full attention to Ireland. "Well it all started yesterday after you agreed to go with us to the pub…"
"Hey Prussia, its Ireland." Ireland said into the phone. She and Israel were standing outside the building where the conference had just been held.
"Oh hey Ireland, whazup? Calling to hear the awesome me's voice are you?" "No Prussia that's not why I'm calling. I'm calling to say that Israel and I are coming drinking with you and the others tonight."
"Really Israel's coming too?" Prussia responded. Ireland swore his voice got a bit louder when he said that. He must have been saying that so someone heard him. "Yea, its more to supervise me so I don't kill anyone."
"'Kay. We're going to that one bar near England's place. So just go there around 8 or something." "Ok, see ya later Gilbert." Ireland said as she hung up.
Ireland paused for a moment. "Then what happened?" Israel asked. "It's North's turn to talk." Ireland said. She turned to her left to see North sleeping like a baby. "Hey wake up you twat, no drooling on my furniture!" England yelled.
"Hmm…oh is it my turn already?" North asked. "Yes North, yes it is." Ireland said impatiently.
"Ok so around that time I had been walking with America and England and we had been eaves dropping on you guys…"
"Hey, didn't you say that Scotland and Wales were invited to go drinking by Germany and Prussia?" North nodded in response. "So doesn't that mean that we're basically going drinking with Ireland and Israel?"
"I guess so." North said with a smirk on his face. "Didja hear what Israel said though? If Ireland hurts anyone her hair has to go back to its natural color." He grinned evilly. "Ireland gets pissed easily when she's drunk. Who wants to sacrifice themselves for the sake of Ireland dying her hair?" North cheered.
"Not me dude. I mean being the hero I've done some pretty insane things, but I don't have a death wish." "Honestly you're being childish North. Sure the girl is fun to mess with, like the time Poland got her into a skirt. But trying to get her to attack someone on purpose. That's just cruel."
"Fine, fine." North gave in. "No pissing her off on purpose. Well I'll head home now, see you guys around 8."
"Look could I just have an explanation of what happened while we were at the bar? I do vaguely remember this." Israel complained, wanting her friends to get to the point."
Ireland groaned. "Fine, fine. Ok so after that we went back to my house. We had dinner blah, blah, blah. The story really starts when we got to the pub. So when we were there you reminded me about the whole only there for two hours thing…"
"Now remember, we're only staying here for two hours. Then we're going home. We do not need a repeat of last time." Israel chided. "Yes mom!" Ireland sarcastically replied while turning to walk towards the door of the pub.
"Wait!" "What now Israel?" "Give me your taser." "What? I don't even have it with me!" Ireland protested. "Ireland, give me your taser." After about a minute long stare down, Ireland sighed and unwillingly handed over her taser. "Good Ireland." Israel smiled as she patted her fellow nation on the head. "Yea, yea. Just have fun trying to figure out how to use that thing when France is about to molest you and I'm drunk outta my mind."
The two nations walked into the bar. Surprisingly enough England wasn't completely wasted…yet. The minute Ireland saw North she looked pissed. "Ugh, what is he doing here?" "Wait Ireland, I thought you knew he was going to be here." Israel whispered. "I did, I just didn't expect him to be here now. I figured he'd come later, you know after we left."
"Well I was planning on coming later, but then I heard an interesting conversation about how you would be here now. So I decided to come earlier and give you some company." North smirked.
Ireland was a little less than amused, but she got over it. After about an hour Israel had downed about as many drinks as Ireland. So by the time they reached the two hour mark they decided to stay.
"Ve~ Ireland, I'm worried about Israel." "How come Italy?" "Well for one thing she's willingly dancing with France and Romania." "Oh don't worry about it Italy, she'll be fine."
"Whoa, whoa! Hold the phone! You actually sat there while I was really far gone and let me dance with France and Romania?" Israel yelled appalled.
"Oui, she did mon cher." France replied from the back corner of the room. "How does that even begin to sound like a good idea?"
"Well, I mean at the time we were all completely drunk, save for Italy and possibly Spain." Ireland replied sheepishly.
"Yea, I was still pretty sober at the time." Spain said. "Then why didn't you do anything?" Israel asked accusingly.
"If memory serves me correctly he was too busy having fun with the fact that Romano was drunk and didn't beat up Spain for touching his hair curl for once." England said.
"C-chigi, are you serious?" Romano stuttered and shot a glare at Spain.
North sighed. Clearly Israel would not be getting her explanation soon. He decided now would be a good time to go get some food…or possibly an air horn. So he slowly rose to his feet and headed towards the kitchen. Looking back only once when he heard a high pitched girlish scream…it came from France.
Whee! That's chapter 5. R&R I'll update soon.