Eventually Ireland was released from her captors, however now donning a frilly pastel pink sweet Lolita dress, which made her look pale and sickly, like a stubby candle with a bright flame of red hair. She had pin pricks all over her arms and legs, and she was sure she lost at least half a pint of blood because of that.
"Voila! Mon Amie, you are...fantastique!" France winked at Ireland and she felt her skin crawl.
"Please just leave me alone..." She croaked, looking down at her feet. France rolled his eyes.
"Aah...No one understands my genius!" He sobbed. Meanwhile, Ireland vacated the small room where she was earlier dragged off to. The stage was now dark, with only a single spotlight in the centre still lit.
"I wonder...is that young man still there?" Ireland asked herself, walking slowly, barefooted into the light of the spotlight. "Hello?" The girl's voice echoed through the large space, fading to a whisper. "Mister...Canada?" When no one answered, Ireland gave a sigh of exasperation. "I guess I've got to find my way out of here on my own, then." She walked out of the spotlight and felt around with her foot for some kind of ledge, or a set of stairs. When she eventually found the stairs, she crept slowly down, being careful not to trip and fall onto her face.
"Bloody ridiculous, this is..." Ireland grumbled sourly. Stumbling around in the pitch black was bad enough, but she had to find her way out of the darkness in this godforsaken dress, too? She could hear mumbling coming from somewhere in the vicinity of the hall, and she tried to run towards the noise. "Hello!?" She shouted. After tripping over some chairs and some more steps, she arrived to where the noise came from. She could faintly make out a door about five meters away from her, which surprised her. How could she see the door, yet not her own hands?
She slowly made her way towards it and placed her hands onto it, feeling the cool wood. Knocking, she attempted to locate a door handle of some sort, with no luck.
What kind of door doesn't even have a doorknob?
She made her hands into fists and banged on the door in a panic. "Hello?"
"Ireland?" England called. "Where are you?"
"I'm behind this door!" She banged yet again on the door.
"What door?" America asked from the same room.
"THIS DOOR, IDIOT!" Ireland screamed, kicking the door in anger and frustration. With an earth quaking creak, the door swung open, revealing the various countries, sat around a large table, staring at Ireland, and Ireland, in her sickly pink Lolita dress, one leg raised in a karate style battle pose after kicking the door open staring back. All was silent for a moment, until America burst out laughing.
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"Forgive my sister's...intrusion; it seems France did something bad..." England paused to glare at France. "Yet again."
"England...I was simply creating art!" France pouted, raising an arm to his forehead dramatically. "Does no one understand?"
"No." England turned back to everyone whilst France died a little inside. "Now, back to the matter at hand..."
"The Olympic games!" Italy cheered.
"Yes. We must discuss who will host it." A country called China, who was rumoured to be the eldest country out of all of the countries present (And who Ireland thought looked like a cute girl) smiled, hugging a small panda.
"It should be ME! Since I'm the hero; after all." America grinned.
"No, last time you held the Summer Olympics, the damn arena got bombed!"Germany shouted irritably.
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I'm Still Here (A Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfiction"I'm just as much as a country as you are!" Ireland screamed at Germany. He smirked, standing calmly and turning. "Don't be ridiculous...you're just your brother's add-on. Not worth anything. A waste of space." He simply said, before leaving Irelan...
