Ireland glanced down on his, now broken, umbrella. Bloody hell. That was... unexpected. He had honestly thought it would last longer than a few pathetic years. He wasn't having that. Stubbornly he shook the umbrella a few times, as if it would magically repair it. Spoiler: It did not - Of course it didn't.

With a final sigh he let his arms drop to his sides, the umbrella pitifully dragging along on the stone path as he walked. Ireland was not going to dump it in some rubbish bin yet. He would bring it home and at least try to fix it. Just to satisfy his own conscience. The countryhuman squinted his eyes together as another dark and heavy cloud settled above Dublin. Just. Great. The thick droplets began to fall within a few moments, splashing in his face uncomfortable fast and cold.