Epilogue is set about a month later. January 18 at another conference. In England I suppose. This takes place after the story where Ireland and Israel explain the rules to Mann.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but I do own Republic of Ireland, Northern Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and Isle of Mann. Sarah owns Israel.
Ireland began to pass out the packets for her fellow nations to look at while she gave her report. "Um excuse me Lynn!" Israel said.
"Yes Israel?" "Well, these packets are stapled backwards." Ireland's eye twitched. "You're stapled backwards!"
North began to laugh hysterically. "That's a good one sis! Up top!" "…Not on your life." Ireland glared, but when she saw North make a genuine sad look she smiled in a friendly way for the first time in a long time.
"So does anyone have any questions?" Ireland looked around the room. Mann had been taking notes like crazy. Greece had fallen asleep. Most everyone else didn't even try to pretend they had paid attention.
North however was raising his hand. "Yes North?" Ireland asked.
"Ok, I'm not gonna lie sis. I did not understand a majority of what you just said. However I have one very important question to ask you, what is the meaning of the word 'the'?"
Ireland's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?" "See America I told you she wouldn't know."
America who was seated in between North and England just shrugged.
"I just gave a whole speech on global warming, and you want to know the meaning of the word the?" Ireland yelled again.
"Si, I believe that is what he asked." Spain spoke up.
"And I do too know the meaning of the word the!" Ireland shouted.
"Do not!" "Do too!" "Do not!" "Do too!" "Bet you $50 you don't." "Well…I bet you can't last longer than me in a drinking contest!" "You're on!" "Same pub as last time?" "Yea!" "Fine, Israel you're coming with to judge!"
"Can I come?" Mann yelled excitedly standing on her chair. "No!" Scotland, Wales, and England screamed.
In another second Ireland and North were already running out of the door dragging Israel behind them. "HOW DO I GET MYSELF INTO THESE MESSES?" She screamed as she was pulled down the hallway, out of the building, and all the way to the pub.
Oh Israel, how indeed? It must be because I have so much fun writing you into them. But don't worry that hasn't rubbed off on Sarah…yet. :D