Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or Wolf Creek.

Edited: 13/10/2018.

It was an average day in the capital city of Australia, the town was bustling with tourists that had come from all over the world to explore what the country had to offer. The sun's rays were radiating down from the clear brilliant blue sky making the day quite hot, a pleasant change to the cold winter that most of the tourists had left behind in their home countries in favour of visiting.

Australia casually walked down the fancy and white hallways of his parliament house, he was the only one in the building that didn't seem to be bothered by the heat, as he had long grown used to it. The personification had no idea why or what his boss had wanted to talk to him about, but he did sound urgent over the phone. Knocking on the door before pushing it open, he found his boss sitting at his desk. Mountains of paperwork cluttered the usually organised area. He looked quite frustrated and stressed and when he caught sight of Australia he gestured for him to sit and close the door behind him.

"Please sit down Australia, we must talk." His boss sighed. Australia did as he was told and suddenly felt nervous. Maybe his boss finally found out about what happened in the last world meeting.

"Listen, if this is about the last world meeting," Australia began smiling sheepishly, "How was I supposed to know that a spider hid in my pocket and crawled on to France. Even if he did deserve it for insulting her. He called her a filthy pest!"

Actually, Australia had set the spider 'loose' on the ground in an attempt to finally end the boring meeting early. Sure, the little shelia had managed to scare most of the nations in the room, but he didn't know that she would actually crawl onto France. So he wouldn't be held accountable for that part.

His boss sighed once more and waved his apology off, "I'm not here to talk about your pet spider. Please don't interrupt, this is very urgent and a highly confidential matter that can only stay between us."

Australia relaxed after hearing that he wouldn't be receiving yet another lecture on how it is important not to frighten the other nations that we want to remain on good terms with. He grinned at his boss to show that he was willing to listen to what the man had to say. He kicked his feet up on his boss's desk and leaned back in his chair, he could do so know that he knew he wasn't going to be scolded about the whole spider fiasco.

"What's the issue then?" Australia wondered.

His boss cleared his throat and looked pointedly at Australia's feet. Australia rolled his eyes and removed his feet and sat straight in his chair, none of his other bosses had an issue with it but this bloke seemed to. Only then did his boss continue.

Australia has never really seen eye to eye with this particular boss and leader of his country. Ever since the first day man had been in office, Australia had casually waltzed in to his office and kicked his feet up on the desk. The look on the poor man's face was hilarious, he was sure his leader was going to call security on him. The man also didn't have a very good attitude, so he set a couple of loose taipans in his office, then somebody just had to give his boss England's personal mobile number. So, over an hour and a half later of listening to his dad drone on and on about being more responsible and not trying to scare off your country's leader, he had been forced to remove the snakes from the man's office. Ever since then, his boss had a really short limit when it came to patience with him.

"Have you heard of Mick Taylor?" Asked his boss. A photograph was placed on the table for Australia to look at.

Australia's grin fell as he squinted at the photo, it was black and white and blurry, obviously taken from a security camera. It wasn't the best quality but Australia could see the burning hatred that flared in Mick's eyes even though the man was grinning. It unnerved him by how much one human could show so much hatred.

"Yeah I've heard of him." Australia commented, although the memory was fuzy. It was on the news many years ago about the death of his younger sister and the whole investigation on who had done it.

Australia couldn't see how this could be classed as urgent news, it was decades ago. And what would this have to do him?

"He is our leading suspect of the backpacking murders," Australia's boss stated, "We have conclusive evidence that he is the murderer that police have been searching for."

Australia had heard about those deaths, they were horrible and something that he shuddered to think that the person responsible was still at large. That was the reason that he had contacted Wy and Hutt River and told them to be wary when they went outside, he didn't know when or where the person would strike next. And he felt better that knowing that his younger siblings were safe at least. But if this Mick Taylor really was the murderer then why wasn't his face being blasted all over the telly or newspapers? That man had killed and tortured a number of tourists, and even some of his own people for helping them escape.

"The death toll has increased significantly over the past months. The police have tried, but they can't catch him, let alone track him down and come out alive. Which brings us to why I called you."

"You mean, you want me to track him down and bring him in?" Australia guessed. In all honestly, he would be happy to bring this man to justice after all he has done, he didn't want him to pose a threat to any of his people or tourists. But he wasn't a police officer "I ain't no copper mate."

His boss nodded in confirmation, "I understand that, but we are running out of options. You are the best option we have, if not our tourism will decrease to a new low and more lives will be lost until he is caught. The police cannot catch him and you are the best tracker we have. You know the land better than anyone else."

"In addition to all of that, the world conferences will be very risky to host here. Mick Taylor has made it very clear that he is all too eager to kill any tourist, it may only be a matter of time until one of the other personifications encounter him. While I do have full knowledge that they won't die they can still be tortured and our relations with them would sour."

"Look I want to help I really do, but there's a reason why personifications don't normally do this sort of thing. It's because it's easier for humans to find out that we aren't really human. It's too big of a risk. It's our golden rule, the only thing that we can all agree on." Australia explained.

He wanted to help, he really did. If it was anything else he'd be all for it, but tracking down a murdering psycho could lead to a few moments where their identities would be exposed. If his boss wanted him to, he could always speak to the other nations and ask if they could send in some of their police forces that are better equipped.

"Australia," The man stated in a forced friendly tone, "It's like this, you either volunteer willingly or I will order you follow through. Because I know that personifications are supposed to do what their leaders instruct."

Australia narrowed his eyes at his leader. He had him pinned against a rock and a hard place. Personifications were meant to do whatever their bosses had wanted, no matter how much they had disagreed with them. This man had an ego bigger than America's hero complex, he always did think he was superior to Australia himself.

Australia sighed. Criminal catching wasn't in the job description for a personified nation, but he knew this man could not be allowed to run free. Like his boss said, he posed not just a threat to humans but also to the other nations if they weren't careful. Australia shivered at the thought of one of them, or even his family captured and tortured by him.

"When do I start?" Australia stated with a confident grin, "Not that I have a choice anyway,"

Australia's boss sighed in relief as some of the stress seemed to lift from his shoulders, he smiled as he next spoke, "After the world meeting tomorrow. I will give you a pass to miss the next one, but you cannot tell anyone about this. We want to handle this as quietly as we can, we don't want to cause a panic any more than there already is."

"Yeah mate…'bout that," Australia interrupted with a wince, he could already picture the reactions of the others.

"Problem, Mr Kirkland?" His boss asked impatiently with a raised eyebrow.

"Well you really don't know the other nations as well as me, hell I grew up with most of 'em," Australia began, "After all the world wars they tend to get a bit paranoid with each other. We want to know what everybody is up to, and the slightest thing that sounds like a lie is enough to cause the lot of them suspicion. Couldn't we just tell them that we are working to catch him?"

"Well than you better make sure the lie is believable. Because as you say you know them better, so you know what they won't and will believe," His boss brushed off the concern, "This is an order from your highest political power that this is kept between us. Your fellow nations may be content with the knowledge that you will catch him but I can't be sure that their leaders will have the same view."

'Bloody fantastic,' Australia internally groaned bitterly with a roll of his eyes. 'This is going fun to explain at the meeting tomorrow.'

Ignorant to the Aussie's thoughts, his boss handed him the written and signed document. Australia plastered on his signature grin and shook his boss's hand before securely placing the papers in his shirt pocket. At least he got to miss one of the insufferable meetings.

"Before I forget," His boss explained just as Australia was about to leave, "We will loan you a car to use while you search for Mick. There will be a tracking device installed so we are able to locate you at any time. When you find him, the police will be sent to where you are to arrest him and take him into custody."

Australia just nodded as he took in the new information. He proceeded to walk out of the room and to his private plane he needed to catch to travel to the world meeting. Luckily, it was being held in New Zealand, so it wasn't that far away. He muttered a string of curses directed to his boss under his breath, he didn't understand how this one managed to get to the office, he was bloody awful when it came to personifications. Australia sighed and tried to focus on the task at hand. He only hoped he knew what he was getting himself into.

So I edited this story and if you have read my other fanfic 'Australia' then you would already be aware of the change but I have changed England from Australia and New Zealand's big brother to their father. Some of the references in this story would also be connected to the other one, so I'll leave a brief overview of them so it makes a bit more sense.

And yes, I wanted to make Australia's boss a jerk. It's not a reflection of any particular Australian Prime Minister, I just made him up so he's only fictional. But I like the idea of not all leaders being able to handle the knowledge of personifications really well or know how to deal with them. Besides, Australia doesn't like this boss at all or how he handles situations, and you will sort of see why in the next chapter. But it's funny to imagine that Australia has to pull him out of awkward situations with the others, like imagine if Australia had introduced his boss to Germany or Russia and their intimidation (even if they didn't realise it) and Australia's boss just freaking out and Australia looking horrified if his boss accidently said something offensive to the others.

I was discussing with a very lovely person about headcannons for Australia. And the idea that Australia would prank any of his leaders that he doesn't like.