50 Sentences
Title: 50 Sentences of Ireland
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: PG save for one prompt (You'll see which one)
Timeframe: 100 AD to present
Word Count: 1576 including footnotes
Summary: A collection of one sentence prompts spanning the history of Ireland from 100 AD to present.
Notes/Warnings: Using table Alpha from 1sentence. Some bad accents, OC POV.
COMFORT: She strokes her nephew’s head comfortingly, promising him that even if everyone else forgets him, she never will.
KISS: It’s rare when it remains as only a kiss between them, but never any less pleasurable.
SOFT: After she defeated the Vikings, there were few who were foolhardy enough to call her “soft.”
PAIN: The two shots of Jameson’s whiskey she took upon rising daily were the only things that dulled the pain of her old war wounds enough to get her through her daily routine.
POTATOES: Though it happened over a century ago, her nightmares were still haunted by the sulfuric, sewer smell of rotting potatoes.
RAIN: She remembers a rainy day where bonds were broken, a man lost his brother, and a boy became a man; her heart still breaks for them both.
CHOCOLATE: They were strange, dark lumps she pilfered one day from Antonio’s ships, and from that day forth they were her favorite target in his holds.
HAPPINESS: For her, happiness was simply having her family, every last member, in one place.
TELEPHONE: When the phone rings late at night when Gilbert is over, she swears her brothers get drunk on those nights just to spite her.
EARS: Sometimes she can still hear the ringing in her ears from being caught in so many bombings.
NAME: She’s had so many names over the years, but her favorites have always been Aine with her Patrick and the Irish Free State.
SENSUAL: She’s never thought of herself as a particularly sensual person, but when she’s with Jack or Gilbert, she remembers that she is.
DEATH: Even death could not end her affection for her Patrick, naming him the patron saint of her island.
SEX: It’s the scratches, screams, and the white hot rush of pleasure that attract her, but without affection behind the passion she quickly grows bored with it.
TOUCH: She had heard of what happened to Iberia and refused to let Rome touch her or her people.
WEAKNESS: Even when the chains dug into her wrists, rubbing them raw and leaving them bleeding, she refused to show weakness to her captors during her time in the Tower.
TEARS: She’s not prone to them, and she prefers to not let anyone see her shed them, but on the rare occasions she’s driven to sobbing so much she wonders if her tears have an end.
SPEED: Sometimes the whiskey doesn’t work fast enough or strongly enough and she’s driven to taking a few more shots of her brother’s rum.
WIND: When the wind blows through her hair, sometimes Brigid swears she can hear their mother whispering to her.
FREEDOM: She stares at the ring on her dressing table with disgust and swears as she slips it on her finger that she’ll have her freedom from her brother again someday.
LIFE: After so many centuries of seeing little more than suffering or death in her siblings’ eyes, the sheer amount of life expressed by Alfred and wee Peter bring a trace of warmth back to her heart.
JEALOUSY: People wonder why she’s not jealous of any of Gilbert’s other liaisons, but she simply reminds them that she never expected anything out of him than friendship; besides, he’s not jealous of any of hers.
HANDS: She covers her bony hands, withered from lack of food, with gloves before leaving her room; she never shook the look Alfred gave her when he saw them uncovered from her mind.
TASTE: Though the world liked to claim Alfred had no taste when it came to food (Especially Feliciano), Brigid always rather liked the multitude of deserts he was able to come up with.
DEVOTION: No matter what they’ve done in their pasts (Even if those pasts include leaving her, forcibly taking her over, or bombing her) she’s eternally devoted to her siblings, nephews, and niece, because they’re her family.
FOREVER: Nations aren’t forever, she reminds herself sometimes, remembers Iberia, the mothers of Heracles and Gupta, and she feels her heart wrench at the thought of what might happen to Gilbert.
BLOOD: She’s never been bothered by blood before, in fact her hair had often been compared to it, but looking at the stain left in the carpet from the bombings in Dublin and Monaghan sends a violent shudder through her.
SICKNESS: She’s never been particularly healthy really, her economy rarely strong, but the crash following the Celtic Tiger sent her into a coughing spell that has been lasting longer than any other sickness she’s suffered, one that she questions if it will ever end.
MELODY: It was like a waltz, but it was a soothing tune that she used to play to lull Connor to sleep with; now she played it to lull her own heart into restfulness.
STAR: For some reason, looking up at the stars makes her think of the Dylandy twins, and she finds herself hoping that nothing has happened to Lyle or his brother Neil.
HOME: Home is where the heart is, she’s been told, but she wonders where home is when her heart is with both her younger brother to her north and her lover in the east.
CONFUSION: “Nay, I’m Ireland, me twin brother is Scotland, we look nothing alike!”
FEAR: She fears more for her people than for herself as she leads the march towards the British Embassy, carrying a black flag in response to the massacre in the North.
THUNDER: She hates thunder; it sounds like bombs and she has to force her mind back to the present, away from the past, and it takes her a few nights to sleep well again.
BONDS: No matter how much he tries to leave her, to hurt her, to make her stop loving him, they both have to admit they have a bond and nothing can break it.
MARKET: She laughed as she taught Matthew the “This Little Piggy” rhyme, tickling his sides and feet after deciding that the ending of “To Market To Market” might upset the child.
TECHNOLOGY: When the electric kettle was introduced she proclaimed it an achievement of modern technology and promptly sent her ancient stove top one to Arthur.
GIFT: When she has a pair of green eyes and three pairs of blue (one pair closer to violet at times) staring expectantly up at her, she thinks she could have no greater gift than her nephews and niece in her life.
SMILE: It was rare that she was seen without a smile, which made the blank expression she wore during the latest world meeting all the more worrying and, as Francis and Ivan would say, terrifying.
INNOCENCE: She watches Peter on his fort and hopes that he never fulfils his dream of becoming a recognized Nation; children should always be so innocent.
COMPLETION: She looked around, and finding the take over of the General Post Office complete, she smiled grimly, knowing the real fight was soon to come.
CLOUDS: One of her fondest memories with Connor is of a day they laid out in a field and found shapes in the white, puffy clouds above them.
SKY: Now she would stand alone in those same fields, look up at the sky, and finding only a vast expanse of blue, she would feel so much smaller than she already was.
HEAVEN: Patrick would tell her stories of this wonderful place called Heaven, where one could see loved ones long gone and suffering was no longer; she would tell him that to her, Heaven was simply being by his side.
HELL: “You are worth risking the suffering of Hell, my dear Aine; never doubt that I knew full well where loving you could lead me, and I went willingly.”
SUN: It was with a mixture of apprehension and excitement that she watched the solar eclipse, wondering what future it foretold her.
MOON: Full moons were once soothing to her, but the night of the first full moon after her city being bombed brought no familiar feeling of comfort.
WAVES: She leaned over the hull of her ship, breathing in the salty ocean smell and smiling as waves splashed against it, promising herself that she would treasure her days as a pirate.
HAIR: Gilbert would often play with her hair, running his fingers through the blood-red strands, and would smile obnoxiously when it made her shiver against him.
SUPERNOVA: “Why on Earth would you name a band Supernova; ‘tis the death of a star, ‘tis!”
Notes:
Most are obvious, but I'll stick in the less so.
SOFT: The vikings were defeated in 988/9 and were then absorbed into the Irish population.
CHOCOLATE: The Spanish conquistadors were the ones to find chocolate when they took over the Aztecs.
TOUCH: Rome took over the Iberian Peninsula (Spain and Portugal today) in 219/218 BC. In ancient times, Ireland and that area were trading partners.
WIND: Current theory for the identity of the Isles Sibling's mom is the goddess Britannia.
BLOOD: The Dublin and Monaghan Bombings during the Troubles.
CONFUSION: See the ScotIreland trope on TV Tropes.
FEAR: The Republic of Ireland response to the Bloody Sunday massacre: In Dublin, over 30,000 marched to the British Embassy, carrying thirteen replica coffins and black flags. They attacked the Embassy with stones and bottles, then petrol [Gas] bombs. The building was eventually burnt to the ground.
COMPLETION: The Easter Rising
WAVES: Ireland does indeed have a history of piracy. See Grace O'Malley.
SUPERNOVA: See Rock Star Supernova.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: PG save for one prompt (You'll see which one)
Timeframe: 100 AD to present
Word Count: 1576 including footnotes
Summary: A collection of one sentence prompts spanning the history of Ireland from 100 AD to present.
Notes/Warnings: Using table Alpha from 1sentence. Some bad accents, OC POV.
COMFORT: She strokes her nephew’s head comfortingly, promising him that even if everyone else forgets him, she never will.
KISS: It’s rare when it remains as only a kiss between them, but never any less pleasurable.
SOFT: After she defeated the Vikings, there were few who were foolhardy enough to call her “soft.”
PAIN: The two shots of Jameson’s whiskey she took upon rising daily were the only things that dulled the pain of her old war wounds enough to get her through her daily routine.
POTATOES: Though it happened over a century ago, her nightmares were still haunted by the sulfuric, sewer smell of rotting potatoes.
RAIN: She remembers a rainy day where bonds were broken, a man lost his brother, and a boy became a man; her heart still breaks for them both.
CHOCOLATE: They were strange, dark lumps she pilfered one day from Antonio’s ships, and from that day forth they were her favorite target in his holds.
HAPPINESS: For her, happiness was simply having her family, every last member, in one place.
TELEPHONE: When the phone rings late at night when Gilbert is over, she swears her brothers get drunk on those nights just to spite her.
EARS: Sometimes she can still hear the ringing in her ears from being caught in so many bombings.
NAME: She’s had so many names over the years, but her favorites have always been Aine with her Patrick and the Irish Free State.
SENSUAL: She’s never thought of herself as a particularly sensual person, but when she’s with Jack or Gilbert, she remembers that she is.
DEATH: Even death could not end her affection for her Patrick, naming him the patron saint of her island.
SEX: It’s the scratches, screams, and the white hot rush of pleasure that attract her, but without affection behind the passion she quickly grows bored with it.
TOUCH: She had heard of what happened to Iberia and refused to let Rome touch her or her people.
WEAKNESS: Even when the chains dug into her wrists, rubbing them raw and leaving them bleeding, she refused to show weakness to her captors during her time in the Tower.
TEARS: She’s not prone to them, and she prefers to not let anyone see her shed them, but on the rare occasions she’s driven to sobbing so much she wonders if her tears have an end.
SPEED: Sometimes the whiskey doesn’t work fast enough or strongly enough and she’s driven to taking a few more shots of her brother’s rum.
WIND: When the wind blows through her hair, sometimes Brigid swears she can hear their mother whispering to her.
FREEDOM: She stares at the ring on her dressing table with disgust and swears as she slips it on her finger that she’ll have her freedom from her brother again someday.
LIFE: After so many centuries of seeing little more than suffering or death in her siblings’ eyes, the sheer amount of life expressed by Alfred and wee Peter bring a trace of warmth back to her heart.
JEALOUSY: People wonder why she’s not jealous of any of Gilbert’s other liaisons, but she simply reminds them that she never expected anything out of him than friendship; besides, he’s not jealous of any of hers.
HANDS: She covers her bony hands, withered from lack of food, with gloves before leaving her room; she never shook the look Alfred gave her when he saw them uncovered from her mind.
TASTE: Though the world liked to claim Alfred had no taste when it came to food (Especially Feliciano), Brigid always rather liked the multitude of deserts he was able to come up with.
DEVOTION: No matter what they’ve done in their pasts (Even if those pasts include leaving her, forcibly taking her over, or bombing her) she’s eternally devoted to her siblings, nephews, and niece, because they’re her family.
FOREVER: Nations aren’t forever, she reminds herself sometimes, remembers Iberia, the mothers of Heracles and Gupta, and she feels her heart wrench at the thought of what might happen to Gilbert.
BLOOD: She’s never been bothered by blood before, in fact her hair had often been compared to it, but looking at the stain left in the carpet from the bombings in Dublin and Monaghan sends a violent shudder through her.
SICKNESS: She’s never been particularly healthy really, her economy rarely strong, but the crash following the Celtic Tiger sent her into a coughing spell that has been lasting longer than any other sickness she’s suffered, one that she questions if it will ever end.
MELODY: It was like a waltz, but it was a soothing tune that she used to play to lull Connor to sleep with; now she played it to lull her own heart into restfulness.
STAR: For some reason, looking up at the stars makes her think of the Dylandy twins, and she finds herself hoping that nothing has happened to Lyle or his brother Neil.
HOME: Home is where the heart is, she’s been told, but she wonders where home is when her heart is with both her younger brother to her north and her lover in the east.
CONFUSION: “Nay, I’m Ireland, me twin brother is Scotland, we look nothing alike!”
FEAR: She fears more for her people than for herself as she leads the march towards the British Embassy, carrying a black flag in response to the massacre in the North.
THUNDER: She hates thunder; it sounds like bombs and she has to force her mind back to the present, away from the past, and it takes her a few nights to sleep well again.
BONDS: No matter how much he tries to leave her, to hurt her, to make her stop loving him, they both have to admit they have a bond and nothing can break it.
MARKET: She laughed as she taught Matthew the “This Little Piggy” rhyme, tickling his sides and feet after deciding that the ending of “To Market To Market” might upset the child.
TECHNOLOGY: When the electric kettle was introduced she proclaimed it an achievement of modern technology and promptly sent her ancient stove top one to Arthur.
GIFT: When she has a pair of green eyes and three pairs of blue (one pair closer to violet at times) staring expectantly up at her, she thinks she could have no greater gift than her nephews and niece in her life.
SMILE: It was rare that she was seen without a smile, which made the blank expression she wore during the latest world meeting all the more worrying and, as Francis and Ivan would say, terrifying.
INNOCENCE: She watches Peter on his fort and hopes that he never fulfils his dream of becoming a recognized Nation; children should always be so innocent.
COMPLETION: She looked around, and finding the take over of the General Post Office complete, she smiled grimly, knowing the real fight was soon to come.
CLOUDS: One of her fondest memories with Connor is of a day they laid out in a field and found shapes in the white, puffy clouds above them.
SKY: Now she would stand alone in those same fields, look up at the sky, and finding only a vast expanse of blue, she would feel so much smaller than she already was.
HEAVEN: Patrick would tell her stories of this wonderful place called Heaven, where one could see loved ones long gone and suffering was no longer; she would tell him that to her, Heaven was simply being by his side.
HELL: “You are worth risking the suffering of Hell, my dear Aine; never doubt that I knew full well where loving you could lead me, and I went willingly.”
SUN: It was with a mixture of apprehension and excitement that she watched the solar eclipse, wondering what future it foretold her.
MOON: Full moons were once soothing to her, but the night of the first full moon after her city being bombed brought no familiar feeling of comfort.
WAVES: She leaned over the hull of her ship, breathing in the salty ocean smell and smiling as waves splashed against it, promising herself that she would treasure her days as a pirate.
HAIR: Gilbert would often play with her hair, running his fingers through the blood-red strands, and would smile obnoxiously when it made her shiver against him.
SUPERNOVA: “Why on Earth would you name a band Supernova; ‘tis the death of a star, ‘tis!”
Notes:
Most are obvious, but I'll stick in the less so.
SOFT: The vikings were defeated in 988/9 and were then absorbed into the Irish population.
CHOCOLATE: The Spanish conquistadors were the ones to find chocolate when they took over the Aztecs.
TOUCH: Rome took over the Iberian Peninsula (Spain and Portugal today) in 219/218 BC. In ancient times, Ireland and that area were trading partners.
WIND: Current theory for the identity of the Isles Sibling's mom is the goddess Britannia.
BLOOD: The Dublin and Monaghan Bombings during the Troubles.
CONFUSION: See the ScotIreland trope on TV Tropes.
FEAR: The Republic of Ireland response to the Bloody Sunday massacre: In Dublin, over 30,000 marched to the British Embassy, carrying thirteen replica coffins and black flags. They attacked the Embassy with stones and bottles, then petrol [Gas] bombs. The building was eventually burnt to the ground.
COMPLETION: The Easter Rising
WAVES: Ireland does indeed have a history of piracy. See Grace O'Malley.
SUPERNOVA: See Rock Star Supernova.