WHEEEE! I'm here again with another chapter of how do I get myself into these messes.
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia. I do however own the republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland characters. And Wales and Scotland. My friend Sarah owns Israel and Romania. (side note I also own an Isle of Man oc but I haven't fully developed her yet…yea that's right. She's a girl.)
North was fed up with hearing his fellow nations arguing about the previous night. Especially when Israel was sitting in there not knowing half of what occurred. 'Well nothing left to do except raid England's fridge…' he thought as he stepped into the kitchen.
"Oh there you are North. The others are trying to explain last night to Israel I see hmm?"
North turned his head fast at the remark. He almost had a heart attack when he saw who was there. "God Wales! Warn a guy would ya?"
Wales smirked and moved his glasses farther up on his nose. "Well this is partially my house and I do have the keys. Don't see a point in knocking."
"I thought you and Scotland were-oh shit!"
"North, what the hell is going on in there?" A man with a Scottish accent yelled angrily.
"Hello Scotland, enjoy your stay at North's place?" Ireland asked smirking.
"Ireland! Did you leave Israel in there alone? This place is a mad house!" North yelled.
"She's not alone, there's England and America to watch her. Everyone else is arguing but they're all sober so it should be fine."
"Agh!" Scotland said slamming his hand down on the table. "Where did England move the bread to? I need a sandwich."
Wales sighed, getting up from his seat at the table and beginning to make his brother a sandwich. "Your welcome Scotland." He added annoyed.
"Oh! Make me a sandwich too please!" North begged excitedly.
"Sure." Wales responded waving North off with his hand.
North smirked, "Enjoy your freedom while you can sis."
Ireland raised an eyebrow, something North wished he could do, "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Well you are a woman after all, you should be the one making the sandwiches." Scotland added smirking.
Wales' eyes opened a bit wider in shock. "Guys I don't think that-"
"Yea!" North nodded, "You should be making us sandwiches, beef stew, twice baked potatoes…"
"And haggis!" Scotland added in some out of character excitement.
"Guys I really don't think-" Wales started again.
Ireland was fuming. "So enjoy your time while you can little girl." Scotland said patting her on the head mockingly. Seemingly out of nowhere Ireland pulled out her rifle. "You have 3 seconds to run."
"Run!" North yelled. "She can't get both of us!" He pushed Scotland out of the way and ran off Ireland close behind. "Don't think you're off the hook Scotland!" she added before she fully left the kitchen.
"I'm just saying that a proper lady does not dress like that." England argued.
"Iggy I think you can be a bit harsh when it comes to Ireland. Using your logic is weird. Taiwan's a proper lady, are you saying she can only wear dresses. Ireland wears pants and she can be very proper. Do girls in your country wear pants Iggy?"
Israel's eye twitched. The group meant to explain last night's events to her were in utter chaos. Somehow America and England had started a conversation about whether Ireland was a proper lady. And honestly Israel wanted to kill them all.
"Ireland wearing pants is the whole bloody point of the argument you git! And in England we don't wear pants, we wear trousers." England insisted.
Suddenly North came running through the room screaming at the top of his lungs, Ireland at his heels. "All I wanted was a sandwich woman! Can't you take a joke?"
"No running in my house wanker! And no shooting people in my house either! No matter how much of a pain in the arse they are." England shouted.
"All I wanted was an explanation!" Israel groaned.
Short filler chapter. Sorry not much inspiration lately. It'll get better though I promise. :3 R&R pwease.