Dated to third week of April, Ireland and Poland

[pledged_to_me]

Ireland was woken that morning by a loud, heavy knocking and a voice that sounded... frighteningly like it had a Polish accent. He didn't, tell me he didn't.Well, whoever it was was going to have to wait until she managed to get herself out of bed, which would happen only after she found and had a few nibbles of saltines. Stomach thus settled she

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[nieposkromiony]

Poland, meanwhile, had been standing outside the door for quite some time now, balancing a paper cup of Starbucks latte in one hand (for him) and a paper cup full of ginger tea (for her), knocking incessantly and interspersing every three knocks with a "Brigid" or an "Ireland" or occasionally a "Hey, like, come on already, how long does it take to answer a door, geez?"

When the door opened, however, he breezed in without a second thought. "Hey, Brigid, how's it going?" he said brightly as he passed her. "I like, totally just heard the news about everything from Italy yesterday and I thought, wow, I'd better come over and say congratulations already!"

He turned and inspected her with a critical eye, looking her over from head to toe. "I mean, when I heard about it I like, totally thought that Italy was pulling my leg or someone had pulled a trick on him because, one of us, pregnant? Pfffft, yeah right! But it seems like you're totally pretty legit, huh?"

[pledged_to_me]

And of course Poland came in like a whirlwind of activity and leaving Ireland wondering, not for the first time, why she was friends with him. But she sighed and nodded, pushing her hair out of her eyes only for it to fall right back where it had been. "Mornin' t'you too, Feliks," she murmured, still half asleep. "Aye, 'tis, 'legit' I am, sixteen weeks worth of twins 'legit' if you must be knowin'."

She paused, blinking blearily at him. "...Italy was tellin' you? Germany's Italy, not Spain's? How was he hearin' that?"

[nieposkromiony]

"Well uh, let's see," Poland remarked almost thoughtfully, pursing his lips and somehow managing to count off on his fingers despite the cups of caffeine he was clutching. "I heard it from Italy, who said he heard Romano yelling about how it couldn't be possible down the phone to Spain, who I think like, overheard Germany and Portugal talking about it to each other at the last boring meeting we had to go to, and I think Germany heard it from France who's like, probably making sure that the whole of Europe knows about it somehow by now."

He considered that for a moment, then nodded. "Yup, that's totally it. This is yours, by the way," he added, thrusting the cup of tea at her. "You'll have to dump your own sugar in there, those cheapskates at Starbucks totally wouldn't let me take more than one of those crappy paper tubes of it."

[pledged_to_me]

"...And bloody Francis was hearin' it from Douglas, I'm sure." She sighed, taking the cup and trying to ignore the coffee smell of Poland's latte wafting towards her. "Cannae be tellin' me twin anythin' if we're wantin' to be keepin' it from the frog." She took the top off and started spooning sugar into it. "So 'tis a congragulatory visit, Poland? Could have made a phone call, cheaper and faster than a flight from Warsaw to Waterford."