7For Those of you who may not know, April 23, is England's birthday. At least in Hetalia, since there is no official date and April 23 is the feast day of St. George, the saint famous for being a dragonslayer. Before I go on a long, probably sleep inducing explaining on that, here is England's Birthday.
CAUTION: This drabble contains explicit use of my Ireland OC and the brief appearances of Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland OCs. Anyone who will complain about this fact and not provide constructive criticism based upon what is written will be ignored and be of no revelance to the writer.
Well, I hope you like this~ And thanks to everyone who has reviewed my other works and I hope to have something up again tommorow or the next day
England sat at his desk, rearranging for the umpteenth time the stack of papers that lined his out box: important ones with red paper clips and so on and so forth, until each one was marked in some way that he just knew the secretary would screw up. But today he didn't care. Why should he?
No one else seemed to. To them it was like any other day. No one phone call. Not even his brothers, the other members of The United Kingdom. Not even that little prat Sealand, who normally found any reason to either kiss up to or poke fun at him.
As England sighed, deciding he would just call it a day, his phone rang. England, of course being the gentleman that he was, waited for it to ring twice instead of pouncing on the device to see who it was; hoping it was some sort of well wisher. The voice on the other end however, made him frown the moment he heard it.
"Sasana!" A female Irish voice spoke through the line, sounding oddly cheerful. This fact alone put the Brit on edge.
"Yes, Ireland?" England asked in a displeased voice, knowing not to expect a birthday wish from his sister.
There was a chuckle on the line and the sound of someone in the background. "Can't I call and say hello every once in a while?"
"I suppose it's becoming more common," England said a bit sarcastically, though it was true that the two nations had been becoming more and more cooperative in the last few decades.
"Well, if you aren't one for small talk today," Ireland started before pausing to do something England thought sounded like her throwing something that landed with a thud, "why don't you come over? I have something my boss wants me to discuss with you."
England shook his head, "I suppose I can… What time do you want me to come over?"
"The sooner the better." Ireland said, before adding, "I have to go now, let me know when your flight leaves for over here, all right." With that she hung up.
England sighed, hanging up his phone and gathering his stuff. Maybe he could go out tonight…
England got into the cab from the airport, giving the driver the address to Ireland's house. His flight wasn't bad, given the fact no children were behind him and the flight attendants weren't too pushy. As he neared the street that Fiona lived, he sighed. It was nearly three and that idiot America hadn't even bothered him yet. He checked Twitter on his phone, nothing. How is it that on his Birthday, no one posted anything? Not even America who, by now, would have said hello to everyone at least once?
Paying the cab driver, he walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Hearing a clatter and then a hushed voice, Ireland finally opened the door with a small, almost knowingly suspicious, smile.
"Sasana!" She said happily, allowing the other British nation into her house.
The first thing England noticed, besides the fact that there was a hare hopping down the hall, was that a vase was on the ground. It wasn't broken, but water and some wildflowers were on the floor. "Hello Ireland, how are you?"
Ireland looked at the plant, bending over to pick up the vase and flowers, leaving the water. "I'm good." Thinking for a moment she added, "Do you want to get something to eat while we talk? I haven't eaten yet and you just got off your flight?"
England looked around, thinking over what Ireland just said. "Sure, do you have something in mind?"
Ireland nodded, "There's this pub nearby. Has really good roast beef, my treat." She added the last part as she stood up and placed the vase on the counter.
England nodded, "All right." He wondered why Ireland would treat him to food. Not that she had a tight pocket, but she hardly ever paid for others, tending to do otherwise on special occasions.
England and Ireland entered into the pub, which seemed rather large for the small dining area that England was now seeing. Standing at the register near the front was a stout man with a moustache that seemed to recognize Ireland.
"Fiona," the man said, approaching them with a smile. "How are you?"
Ireland smiled, "I'm well, Seamus. How are you and your family?"
"Great, the baby is going to be a year in a few days now. You'll come to say hello when Molly is having the party here, won't you?" The Seamus asked, leading them to a back table and leaving a menu for England. Seeming to finally notice England, he also asked, "Is this one of your brothers you were telling about?"
Ireland nodded, "Of course I'll be here, just tell Molly to bring some of her Colcannon." She paused and said, "Yeah, this is Arthur. He's the one in England." Looking at Arthur, she said, "Arthur, this is Seamus O'Reily.
England looked at the man, Seamus, and put his hand out to shake Seamus'. Seamus smiled, "Pleasure to meet you." Looking as someone entered, he said, "I got to go, but someone will be here in a moment to get your orders." With that he left.
Ireland sat down, letting England look over his menu. "Seamus is a nice bloke, got a family of 7. Him, his wife, three boys and two girls. The boys are 10 and then twin 8 year olds, and the girls are 14 and almost one; and the poor mum somehow is still a sweetheart and a fantastic cook."
England nodded, deciding on the roast beef. "He seems like a good person." He put the menu down, "So what story did you tell him about you?" He was slightly curious at how he guessed he was Ireland's brother; only way they looked alike was the eyebrows.
Ireland chuckled, "Told him I was a politics student interning with some politicians in Dublin, I did. I told him that the rest of you were in politics as well… Ended swapping horrid family stories; I won, of course. Modernized most of them, so he just thinks we were just mean-spirited children." She paused as a waitress came. The girl looked about 16, with dark hair tied at the base of her neck.
After ordering, England nodded. Ignoring the jab at himself at the family stories bit, he said, "So have you talked to the others: North, Scotland, and Wales?" He was curious on why he hadn't heard from them, and Ireland being the only one to call.
"Not really, saw North a few days ago though." Ireland replied just as their food came to the table. They ate in relative silence until the food was all consumed.
England finished his food about the same time Ireland did, and asked, "So, what did you need to talk to me about?"
Ireland finished her food and stood up. "Come this way, there's actually a thing set up in here." She indicated to a door.
England sighed, not really enjoying the game Ireland seemed to be playing; but he went to the door behind Fiona.
As she opened the door and flipped on the lights, England was assaulted with party poppers and other obnoxious party favors along with the cry of surprise. As he face seemed too petrified with shock, Ireland fell over laughing; uttering something along the lines of someone needed to record this.
Finally snapping out of it, England saw that there was a banner that read, "Happy Birthday, England!" decorated with roses and a ship across the back ground. On the table was a cake that could have only been brought by America. Bright blues, greens, and browns that made a masterpiece that would soon be devoured, if not by America himself.
England saw his brothers, all laughing at England's reaction; all hoping he wouldn't be too sore that they'd let him go the whole day without saying anything to him. Before he could say anything, America came up and hugged the Brit, exclaiming a cry of happy birthday and explaining how hard he had to work to not tell him.
Ireland quickly regained her composure, grinning at England. "Bet you thought we forgot what today was, huh? How could we? Just about all of us here lived with you for more than a hundred years." With that she backed off, letting the others mob around England, wishing him a happy birthday.
Hoped you liked this one... Thinking about doing ones for certain Holidays and other celebratory days... Read and Review por favor~
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