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Are You Having A Mid-Life Crisis, England
By waterrain
England was drinking another beer and suddenly a there was dark green smoke. He hoped that it was not his brother, but fate was against him.
'Ireland and Wales. My night is officially ruined. I had hoped to have a nice night getting drunk alone, dancing to heavy metal music, and partying.' England silently thought and he gulped down his beer. Ireland let go of Wales left hand while smiling in amusment for it looks like as if England's hope has been crushed.
"Hello, England. I decided to bring Wales and I to the worst bar in the world. I had a feeling you would be drinking in the worst bar in the world dear brother." Ireland said smoothly in an elegant tone as he was calmly flipping off England.
'Scotland had informed me that England would be out drinking alone tonight.' Ireland mentally thought and he glanced at Wales. 'Of course I couldn't leave Wales out of the loop and told him. So I cast a spell and sent us both to the bar that England would most likely be at.'
"Fuck your lousy Blarney Stone, Ireland. You must have kissed that good for nothing stone today." England commented in an irritated voice for it was annoying on how Ireland could sound so elegant without even trying and he noticed that Ireland was smiling in a falsely sweet way. Wales ordered a couple of alcoholic beverages, he was sitting this one out, and decided to watch the show that will prove to be amusing.
"My beloved fairy's are here with me and you have just insulted something rather important to them. That was not nice of you my dear sweet brother. They didn't want to show themselves to your unworthy self, but now they have decided to show themselves for you have insulted the Blarney Stone." Ireland informed England in a delicate and condescending voice. Wales snickered for England looked pale, those eyes wide in horror, and Ireland was smirking now.
"I shall leave your punishment to my lovely fairy's." Ireland commented calmly as he sat down by Wales and grabbed one of his drinks. "Please my darling fairy's don't kill England. After all death would be too merciful and sweet to someone like him. He would enjoy being dead too much. I think he wishes for death for some odd reason at times."
England's green eyes were wide in horror at the sight of Ireland's fairy's that looked out for blood, there was a dozen of them, and he screamed shrilly. Wales and Ireland watched as they causally had some liquor. After about seven alcholic beverages that was when Ireland turned to Wales smirking.
"England was a damn pansy for screaming before my fairy's even did a thing. He shouldn't have insulted my Blarney Stone. Hah hear how he screams for mercy, but he will not recieve any at all from anyone." Ireland commented smugly to Wales and he gulped down his beer.
"England is a bloody idiot." Wales stated bluntly and they went back to watching Ireland's fairy having their revenge on England.
"I'm sorry! Bloody hell I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insult your stone! Please forgive me!" England screamed loudly to the Ireland's fairy's.
"Fairy's can you please gag him or something. His high pitch screams are starting to hurt my delicate ears. Along with Wales fragile ears too." Ireland commented causally and the fairy's nodded at him.
"Anything for you, Ireland." The Dozen Irish Fairy's said at the same time.
"England is an idiot for pissing you and your fairy's off." Wales said calmly to Ireland and he added while smirking. "I think our dear brother has a death wish."
"Yes, I wonder why he has such a death wish." Ireland stated smoothly and they decided to order some more alcohol.
'I hate my damn brothers.' England mentally thought and he silently cursed. 'I shouldn't have said anything about Ireland's Blarney Stone. Should have ignored Ireland, but no I was a bloody moron and decided to insult that stone. Like hell Ireland and Wales have delicate ears! They just got bored of my screaming.'
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The Blarney Stone is a block of bluestone built into the battlements of Blarney Castle. According to legend, kissing the stone endows the kisser with the gift of gab (great eloquence or skill at flattery). The stone was set into a tower of the castle in 1446. The castle is a popular tourist site in Ireland, attracting visitors from all over the world to kiss the stone and tour the castle and its gardens.