It's Saint Patrick's Day. Have an Ireland, dear_mun.

[pledged_to_me]

...Aye lass, 'tis the day. Don't you be actin' like 'tis supposed to be happy I am, 'tis just markin' the one thousand and nineteenth year since he was passin'.

You're one of America's lot, aye lass? Aye you've the ancestry, and I must be thankin' your grandmother's side for fightin' for me in Ninety Eight, but 'tisn't your lot's way of rememberin' him drinkin' horrid green drink, dyin' rivers green, and pretendin' that everyone's Irish when really they're just as Irish as I am French? Not paradin' me pain 'bout for all to be seein', with music and stories and the postin'? Lass, you try me, aye you do.

[She takes a long drink from her flask] Rememberin' how last year I was tellin' you how you were to be havin' a proper drink then? And you werenae goin' through with it? Well this year I'm nay backin' down on it. If there's drink in the house, specially if 'tis Guinness, you're at least takin' a sip. You're havin' one of the biggest drinkers of the Nations on hand you're nay drinkin'? 'Tis somethin' odd 'bout that, lass.

And... please, be leavin' me to me own drink, me own sorrows needin' drownin'. I miss him lass, deep in me heart I'm missin' him, me light. Let me be rememberin' him in me own way, aye?

May your pockets be bein' heavy and your heart bein' always light.

--Brigid Erin Aine O'Donnell, Republic of Ireland

PS: ...'Tis that "meta" you're gigglin' 'bout over there? 'Tis worryin' me.

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[east_darkhorse]

IRELAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!

[pledged_to_me]

[...Oh god Prussia. Only you. Really, only you.

Congrats, you've stunned her into giggles]

Oh goodness, me Preußen. Look at you, gettin' into the spirit of things.

[east_darkhorse]

[Another success for the Great Prussian Empire.]

And I'm not even drunk yet.

[pledged_to_me]

[Hurray!]

You're not? Well we're goin' to have to be fixin' that, aye we are. Cannae be lettin' folk old enough to drink be stayin' sober on today of all days.

[east_darkhorse]

[So proud.]

Nein, I was waiting for you. This time I'm going to win and you will get drunk first. Ja, we can't, that would be a sacrilege.

[pledged_to_me]

[As he should be]

Oh you're thinkin' so, aye? Well then, I'll have to be takin' up this challenge and be provin' you wrong, aye I will!

[Very nice job distracting her, Prussia dear.]

[east_darkhorse]

[He knows the best way to cheer her up when she gets lonely. He know how much she loved Patrick, he understands how is to lose a boss/friend you liked so much.]

No one can't prove me wrong, specially not about this. [There, he's handler her a huge glass of cool beer. Don't ask where it came from And he has one in his hand too!]

Cheers! Wanna make a toast for someone special?

[pledged_to_me]

[And that is why she loves Prussia, he's always best at these things]

Ah, but 'tis a Celt you're speakin' to. [Eeeee, booze!] We were the ones perfectin' the art of drinkin'.

[She looks down into it for a moment before smiling] To me Patrick, never a better lad ever walked me island. Sláinte.

[east_darkhorse]

[He's the best at everything! Or so he likes to believe.]

After my people invented it, ja, ja...I know. [Booze is the best thing when you are feeling down, or when you need to celebrate, or when you are bored, or ...well, always.]

[Prussia raises his beer.] Und bis wir uns wiedersehen, möge Gott dich in seiner Hand halten. [*And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of His hand.]

[pledged_to_me]

[Ireland would be the very last person to tell him different, of course]

You've always been bein' a close second, me Preußen. [Said with a smile, and the man who discovered fermentaion should be given a sainthood she thinks.

She taps her glass against his and downs half of it in one gulp, leaning slightly against him] Aye, some day I'll be speakin' German without the trippin' over me own tongue.

[east_darkhorse]

[That's his girl!]

[Prussia agrees with that thought. He finished his beer in seconds, and smiles back at her again. He puts and arm around her shoulders affectionately.] The tripping ain't so bad. I've heard far mcuh worse during our NATO meetings.

[pledged_to_me]

[She learned very quickly, aye she did!

And since he's put his arm around her she's just going to rest her head on his shoulder, downing the last half of her beer. Pacing is important, after all.]

Oh goodness those meetin's. Only droppin' in sometimes since I'm nay a member but lettin' them be usin' an airport or two, but... goodness I was thinkin' I was bad!

[irishman]

[ For a moment, her male counterpart casts a questioning glance at his own flask. First a female England, and now a female him? Och.

Still, the latter was doubtless more pleasant than the former -- and who was Ireland to pass on so interesting an opportunity? After all, meeting yourself as a woman was not something that happened every day. ]

… your lass can have the rest of me own Guinness if she wants.

[pledged_to_me]

[Most things are more pleasant than England, really. Brigid only blinks for a moment, but well, she's seen odder than a male version of herself so she's able to roll with it and smiles brightly]

I'm thankin' you for that, lad, and so is me lass. Even if she is grumblin' 'bout the cost and if she's nay likin' it.

[landofmyfathers]

[There might be somewhat of a smile on his face, and he has something behind his back there~

Oh look, it's a few roses for Little Sis. :3c]

Ar gyfer Patrick, Brigid. There might be one in there for you, as well.

[See that twinkle in his eye? He's just happy to see her, and teasing just like a big brother does.]

[pledged_to_me]

[Oh. Oh goodness now that's getting a bright, real smile out of her Wales, that it is as she reaches out for them, even as her eyes go just a bit watery at them.]

Thank you, deartháir mór. [Yup, getting the tightest hug a little sister can give] Thank you so very, very much, 'tis beautiful they are.

ooh i haven't seen you around in a while! can't believe i missed this...

[france]

Why is it always about drowning your sorrows? All of you siblings are the same! You should be thinking about the joys yet to come. [ A wave of the hand. ] Pessimism is over now; it is hardly fashionable. Perhaps you should look at the, aaaa, silver lining, non?

Life was getting in the way, sadly. You know how it goes, aye?

[pledged_to_me]

[She glances at him out the corner of her eye and takes another long draw from her flask.] The drink 'tis numbin', you should be knowin' that quite well.

And if I can be askin, me dear Francis, 'tis the "silver lining" in the death of the man I was spendin' the happiest years of me life with?

oh i sure do! being in france has more or less slaughtered my rp life

[france]

I know it well enough, but I find it in myself to use other methods of killing the pain. [ With a slight edge of condescension to his tone: ] Such as actually facing my problems instead of sitting in my misery.

[ Oh, that struck a chord with him. He bristles, then lowers his face, brows furrowing. ] The 'silver lining', ma chère Brigid, is that you are still alive to carry on their memory. And you should be grateful for that, instead of sitting around wishing you had shared the same fate. [ He spits out the next words: ] Do you think I do not know what it is like to lose someone I loved?

Oooh! How is it over there?

[pledged_to_me]

[She doesn't even have the energy to bother getting mad at him, instead swirling her whiskey around] Givin' meself this one day, Francis, this one day out of over three hundred to be lettin' meself be miserable. Hardly spendin' the whole year grievin'. [Anymore, anyway] Allowed it, I am.

[Oh... oh goodness she'd nearly forgotten... And that is what makes her soften her tone even further.] Aye, aye I'm knowin' you do. Aye, still 'round to be tellin' of him, rememberin' him, 'tis true. But... still missin' him. [She does quirk an eyebrow at him] Never recall sayin' I was wishin' I was with him, however.

[Well, not out loud]