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Are We There Yet?

No Ones POV

"Are we there yet?" Falklands asks as the three countries still walk along the path.
"Very close." Ireland reply's.
"If we were very close, I'm pretty sure we'd see the house by now..." Pitcairn mutters annoyedly.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Ireland replies strangely cheerfully.
"More like sofa," Pitcairn says. "I wasn't going to sleep in the same bed as Falklands. It seemed uncomfortable for both of us and she ninja kicks in her sleep."
"How do you know that?" Falklands questions.
"That one time I went to wake you and you kicked me in the stomach." Pitcairn seemed to reply through gritted teeth.
"Oh yeah." Falklands says as she remembers the event.
"You didn't even apologise, just told me to leave you alone because you were having a nice dream." Pitcairn adds on to the memory.
"Well you did, didn't you?" Falklands reply's.
"Well, yeah," Pitcairn shakes his head as he speaks. "But that's besides the point."
"Fine, I'm sorry." Falklands says, generally sounding sorry.
"Apology accepted." Pitcairn says.
"Well That was an interesting conversation in which I played no part in." Ireland says, the two territories now remembering that he's there.
"Ah, sorry." Falklands says.
"It's fine." Ireland replies with a wave of his hand. "Plus, you can see the house now."

Ireland points towards a house that sits on its own but not too far from a small neighbourhood to its right. On the left of the house is a field leading up to a large forest. The house itself is a bungalow, it being only one story.
(No idea if Bungalow is a British English word or not, so sorry if you don't understand—)
They still had a distance to walk but it is much closer now.
"Finally." Pitcairn says happily.
"I think you might want to work on you patience, bud." Ireland says to Pitcairn.
"I would have patience if this weren't an important matter." Pitcairn said in defence.
Ireland just shrugs in response.
"So what section is this?" Falklands asks Ireland.
Ireland thinks for a little bit.
"It can't really be labelled as a certain section." He says. "It's in between the European and Asian section, if you must know. So most likely a mix of those countries, but it's just another one of the random neighbourhoods dotted around the island."
Falklands hums in response.
"Seems like a confusing island." Pitcairn says.
"Yeah, it really is... and don't get me started on the arguments." Ireland says. "Oh... Don't even ask about the Balkans. I don't even know why they bother living so close..." Ireland said with a slow facepalm.
"That doesn't sound good." Falklands says.
"One day they seem like they're getting along and the next..." Ireland just waves his hands around not able to think of the right words to describe it.
"Yeah..." Pitcairn says unsurely.
"It's complicated." Ireland responds.
"Certainly seems that way." Said Falklands.
The conversation dies down and they walk in silence.

"Why do you need to get to An Fhrainc, anyway?" Ireland asks, beginning a conversation again.
"We're not really there to talk to France specifically." Pitcairn says. "We need to talk to England and he's staying there, as far as we've been told."
"Ah..." Ireland mutters.
"Not good friends, I see." Pitcairn says in response to Ireland's reaction.
Ireland gives an awkward smile.
"Nope. But it's all to do with the past and I'm—or we're—trying to forget but it is easier said than done. Wonder how Albain seems to have done it..." Ireland says, the last bit being his own thoughts that he said out loud.
"Who is Albain?" Falklands asks Ireland.
"Ha, I said the last bit out loud, didn't I?" Ireland says. "Albain is Irish for Scotland." Ireland says with a small smile and faint blush.
Them two have a strong relationship, then. Pitcairn thinks to himself. I should probably stop reading people...... nah.
"Oh, so all the former countries that made up the UK live there?" Falklands asks.
"That would be right, they're all staying there." Ireland says.
"Hm, I suppose that's good as Tristan Da Cunha was Scotland's territory." Pitcairn says.
Ireland raises an eyebrow at that.
"I didn't know Albain got Overseas Territory?" He questions.
"Yeah, England got most of them but Scotland got Tristan Da Cunha." Pitcairn says with a small shrug of both shoulders.
"Cool." Ireland responds. "What exactly are you going to talk to Sasana about?"
"The invasion of all the Overseas Territories." Falklands says.
"What?" Ireland says surprised.
"Yeah, no one seemed to notice." Falklands reply's sadly.
"We wanted to warn England because it's not the only thing the country that invaded the Overseas Territories plans to do." Pitcairn says.
"What do you mean by that." Ireland asks in slight concern.
"They plan to invade the mainland of what used to be the United Kingdom." Falklands says. "Starting with Wales."
Ireland stands in silence with a look even Pitcairn finds hard to read.
"They plan to invade all the UK?" Ireland ask in a serious tone.
"Yes, and take the land for themselves like they did with us," Falklands gestures to her and Pitcairn. "And the other Overseas Territories."
Ireland clenches his fists.
"You should of said sooner, this is more important than I thought." Ireland says, scared of the thought of this country taking the four countries. "Let's go faster, there's only a little bit left to go anyway."
"Okay." Falklands says.
"And I'm going to be staying to help with this." Ireland states.
"That's fine. The more support the better." Pitcairn says.

With that the one country and two territories begin to run to the house which is only a short distance away.

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Thanks for reading, and thanks for 15k reads!

I already said what Albain means in the chapter so no translations.

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