This is a continuation of the story of Scotland/England/Wales/Ireland where you stole the beer.
But this is the chapter where IRELAND gets his revenge on you.
Ireland rolled around in his bed. A week had passed since you last visited the UK, but now you had to return for a G-8 meeting
and he was EXCITED. But not for your returning, oh no! It was for the chance to get you back! He was still bitter about you drawing on his face with red lipstick (that took him 2 days to get off) and for stealing all his BEER!
And what did you do with his beer? Give it to Germany? DRINK it? OH NO!!! You didn't even use it in a "proper way!"
After you had left, the next day Ireland would return home (still in his lipsticked face) to find his car cover/dowsed in hot sticky beer and surrounded by the broken glass of its containers.
You had emptied all the bottles onto his nice green car and had broken all the glass around his doors, causing him to run over glass and enter his car only by jumping through the rolled down windows with a running start (for he was lazy and didn't want to clean the glass yet).
He also tried to lick off the beer from his car
but made a nice screensaver for the neighbors to enjoy.
He sat up in bed.
He smiled in anticipation. Two more hours then emarress the hell out of ________!
He got dressed, drank a beer, then jumped into his car. Though, he had moved the glass, he just found it amusing now.
He drove to the meeting quickly as possible, for he couldn't contain his excitement.
He pulled up and noticed your nice little silver mustang had pulled up at the same time. He parked about 4 lanes away from you and waited. He saw you exit your car, wearing a nice short black A-line skirt with a dark blue blouse.
He smiled at your figure, which was flattered by your outfit. He unconsciously growled, and caught himself.
He watched you walking the large building's doors and decided it was time. He grabbed his green bag and ran straight to your car.
He opened the back door to your mustang. Naďve little ______... you never locked your car doors. He unzipped his bag and pulled out the whip cream can. He had about 30 cans! (people at Walmart must of thought he was crazy
He shook the can, about to spray the back seat of your car (and your whole car) until he heard:
"What are you doing?"
He jerked around to see the (eye color)-ed ______ staring back at him.
"Oh you know
gonna enjoy some whip cream
"In the back
of my car
"Yep! Its most cofortable back here to
stuff my face with whip cream
what are you doing here?"
I forgot my purse..." You leaned over the sitting Ireland, grabbed your purse from the front seat, and pulled back, once again standing in the open door. "...and I knew you were up to something."
"What?! What are you talking about?!"
"Its not really hard to not notice a colver green Mercury drive 4 lanes away and just SIT there."
"Yep! So what were you gonna do?"
"Spray your whole car with
You gave him a look like: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
"Well! You ruined my car! Wasting it with beer!"
You rolled your eyes. "GOSH! Okay!!"
You then tackled him down in the back of the carand sat ontop of his torso.
You grabbed the can of cream from his hand, grabbed his GREEN CLOVERED TIE, and squirted it ALL on his face. You licked it off and growled at him.
"DON'T... mess with the queen of pranks!"
He just nodded like a fool, red faced and blushing red as hell.
"WHERE Is ______?!" Germany growled. "Its been 30 minutes since she left to get her purse! And Where is IRELAND ALSO?!"
" Wales looked to the window with had a small view of your car.
"Ireland's car is here
. And I can kinda see _____.... Oh! Its moving
so probally shes still looking for her purse!"
.." All the nations sat quietly until Poland ran up to the window, opened it and screamed:
"DUUDDDE. TOTALLLLYY! TOTALLY GET SOME ________!!"
That made the car stop bouncing for afew minutes.