Lucky, Unlucky 1
The whole event started with America, though in the end the party was Ireland's.
It started when the blonde hero stated that Halloween was coming up to a World Conference and he wanted to have a party. He claimed that the party should be at his house; after all he created 'Halloween'. Unfortunately this happened shortly after wards…
"Whut?" An Irish accent boomed out from the corner of the large room. It seemed Ireland had been avoiding England at the back of the room, only to be outraged by America's claim on Halloween.
"We're having a Halloween party at my house, dude."
"No, not that! Whit did ye say before? About ye being tha one tah think up Halloween!"
"Well, it's true. 'Trick or Treat' is from my country."
"But Halloween was originally a Gaelic holiday!" The reply was a slightly puzzled stare. "It was called All Hallows Eve. Human dressed up as demons to avoid being taken by the Unseelie Court. It was the Gaelic Calendar's New Year."
The blonde was still confused to what the Irish man was talking about. "Gawd! I swear yer entire culture is just tha bastard child of everyone else's! Halloween came from Scotland and Ireland. Ye just added pranking."
"What? No way Dude! Halloween is 100% American made!"
"It's Gaelic!"
"American!"
"Gaelic!"
"American!"
"Oh, do shut up, you two." England's irritated voice cut the argument short.
Suddenly America pointed at the blonde. "England agrees with me! Right, dude?"
"Shut yer yap! England kens it's Gaelic! Right, ye bassa?"
"What? No way Dude! England 100% agrees with me!"
"He agrees with meh!"
"With me!"
"With meh!"
"Wi~"
"Are we really going to repeat this entire argument again? Right, if you want an unbiased opinion, belt up and listen here, chaps!" The blonde paused to calm himself down. He had an iPhone out and he was reading from the small screen.
"All Hallows Eve started in Scotland and Ireland hundreds and hundreds of years ago. When America was discovered and started his own, traces of the Gaelic culture was adopted into it, including 'guising' or dressing up on Halloween which came exclusively from Scotland. Years later in America, children pulled pranks on Halloween in costume or while guising. Eventually the adults agreed to treat the children if the children would not trick them, hence Trick or Treat. Then it slowly evolved into the sweet fest that it is today."
There was a pause.
"So, who's right dude?"
"Aye!"
England sighed. "Halloween was modernised in America but it does in fact come from my older brothers…"
"Aye, ye betta fuckin' believe it!"
"Seriously? You're picking his side? Totally unawesome!"
"It belongs to both of you! The roots are Gaelic though! Bloody yobs, acting so childish over a silly party."
Ireland glared at England intensely but the blonde just ignored him. America just grinned though.
"Alright then, dudes and dudettes. Since we had a totally awesome Halloween party at my house last year, Ireland will host it this year at his house! Then we can see whose is better!"
"Aye, ye betta believe that we're having the party at MEH house!"
Slightly later that same day…
"Alba! I need ta borrow yer house!"
"Whit?"
"I'm throwing a Halloween party fer tha world and me apartment is tae wee."
"I dinnae ken, I sure ye could fit 100 odd countries in tha wee flat if ye hang North and a few other countries oot tha windae."
"Alba!"
"Why are ye throwing tha party any way? Doesnae tha bampot usually take care of tha whole ordeal?"
"He said he made Halloween and I told him it was Gaelic so we agreed that the party would be at me house, since I'm a Gaelic country. Then I remembered that I live in a single apartment. But luckily yer Gaelic tae and haff a big house that is exactly like a haunted castle!"
"Tha's 'cause it's is a real haunted castle."
"Weel?"
Scotland sighed heavily.
"I'm tempted ta say 'I'm Pictic' and shove ye oot tha doore…"
Ireland waited for an answer.
"… I guess ye can haff tha party at meh place if ye pay fer it all, including rent fer using me place…. Plus ye hafta organise all tha shit fer it and clean everything up aftawards."
"Rent?"
"Aye."
"Deal, ye bassa! I cannae believe yer charging rent tae yer own brother though!"
"Whisky isnae free and tha last time ye had a party ar meh hoose, I found a hole in tha ceiling."
The Irish man scolded and muttered something to himself bitterly before nodding.
"Fair enuff. See ye at tha party."
(A/N - HELLLLLOOO! I AM LOOKING FOR SURVIVORS OR PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL READING MY STORY!
If so please listen to the following message which I shall put in a Scottish accent to try and placate any negative feelings...
Och, I really sorry fer disappearing fer aboot 4 weeks! Meh internet wasnae braw and we had tae git a new router which didnae came at first. When it did come, it wasnae working either! Fer gawd's sake! Tha internet access in tha Highlands is shite enuff withoot all this hassle aboot routers. Barry news though - it's finally fixed.
And other braw news - I didnae spend tha four weeks nae deeing anaething. So I git a couple of chapters fer ye bonnie folks who havenae fergitten aboot wee auld meh.
I actually wrote the start of a couple of stories (or at least the start of them). Most of them are based on Vocaloid songs (including this one). Now comes the interesting bit!
ANYONE WHO CAN GUESS THE VOCALOID SONG THAT A STORY IS BASED ON WILL BE WRITTEN INTO THE STORY! (or something else if they want - I don't really mind what the prize is as long as it is possible...)
Also - My friend X has posted two chapters of one of my more detailed Scotland stories. He has a mini contest to see who can guess the writer (which happens to be me). I have no idea why though but this might help you win.
REVIEW IF YOU ARE STILL A READER!)