Hetalia Ireland Novels & Stories

Morgan is laughing in my ear at my words. “In truth Lee, she came to me at a time when I had accepted death and welcomed it fervently”. He turns to fully face me, holding an old leather bound book. “The Kings of Ossory”. Hmm… What does this have to do with anything? “What is Ossory?”. Handing me the book, he guides me to the first page where there is a map that reads Eriu. “It means goddess Emma. Ireland it’s called today”. He slides his finger down to Ossory. It’s a drawn out territory. “Ok, but what does Ireland have to do with Morgan?”.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

"Admhaím go bhfuil grá mór agam duit." I am confessing that I am deeply in love with you. "No no no no no, you won't do this now. Tell me what you mean," she pulled back. "Ó beidh mé ... a luaithe a bheidh na liathróidí agam chun é a rá i mBéarla." Oh I will.... As soon as I have the balls to say it in english. She groaned. "Andreas," He chuckled, gently tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Learn Irish."

Angelica Packing my suitcase into the taxi's boot, I faintly hear Mom's cries as she clutches onto my father. "Don't worry, Mom," I said as I walked over to them, engulfing both of them into a tight, loving hug. "I'm going to be okay. I'll call every morning and every night, I promise." I pulled back and gave my mother the best smile I could with what little confidence I had. Mom smiled back weakly as I watched her heartbreak once again. A week ago, when my mate left me that night, my father called people he knew that might be willing to take me in. Either nobody had the room or they didn't want to. In the end, he called up Moms' parents from her old pack and they were more than happy to tak

Irish couldn't tell if it was out of fear or mere terror but what she knew was that shivered so much, her knees almost gave a crack. "Come with me. It's either by peace or pieces." He ground out, his eyes drooping and settling in little Jayden. His eyes seemed to go gentle for a few seconds before they went rock hard again. "No." Irish replied firmly. Liam smirked. His eyes flashed with anger, his demeanor showing that if it were not for pretending to be a gentleman, Irish would have been six feet below. Irish had stolen from him and then thought she could escape it. Unfortunately, that wasn't the rules of the street. Not the mafia. Not even werewolves.

Betty exclaimed her eyes wide as a soccer. " Calm your tits. He is not a married man, he is just a single parent, and I don't have sex because Aracelic doesn't like other alpha scents on me. " Irish said as she remembered every time the pup's nose would crinkle when she smells different. " Aracelic? " " His pup. He is a cute pup. You, I would love him. " Irish said and smiled as the thought of Aracelic crossed her mind.

I told him, trying to reassure him that I hadn’t lost my mind. Sean quickly got to his feet and looked at me for a moment more before he made his way back to the Alphas residence. Walking into the trees, I quickly shifted and got dressed before making my way back out into the clearing where Lilly and Julie were waiting for Leah and my mate to join us. Storm “You can come out love, no one’s going to hurt you,” I heard an unfamiliar Irish voice call out. During my time here in Ireland I had obviously heard many Irish voices, but this one sent cold shivers along my spine and put butterflies in my stomach.

Máire smiled. I could tell talking about their children was bittersweet, especially the girls, as they were so young they might not remember their parents. “Sheila called last night all a twitter. She found her mate in Italy. Apparently, he adores her Irish accent, and any time he speaks his native tongue, she about faints.” she laughed.

Some were milky in color, while others seemed thick like syrup. "Between you and me, I had a friend whose husbands third cousin went to Iridian, they said to watch what you eat and drink." Helena murmured lowly, her eyes flickering to the other end of the train where the young waiter stood. "But the game hasn't begun yet, so what harm could it be to try? We have to eat and drink, after all."

But since he left with Brady and these men has been testing my patience and god I’m losing it so fast that it is giving me headache. “Listen, woman. You don’t speak, look or even breathe here without permission. This isn’t England or that penthouse. This is Ireland and it belongs to Kieran Shane and he is the king of this country. Her we don’t like women with attitude such as yours, you got it?” One of the men said in his heavily Irish accent that it was a miracle that I understood him. And I rubbed my temples. Yeah! Fuck you and your owner, dog. You don’t know who you are dealing with. I think I need to show them what this Russian princess is made of.