So, here's another one, guys. I know that I've sorta been starting a lot of stories rather than just continuing the ones I have, but I swear I plan on updating them all. I feel better with starting ideas I get in my head, is all, so that they're there for later.
This story was intended as smut, but knowing me I ended up adding more emotion and plot to it rather than just plain sex. This could have started further back, right when New Zealand was with the other girls or something, but I decided not to stray too far from the point.
Warnings: the first chapter is rather tame, but as time progresses it will eventually lead to more adult themes such as sex and swearing. This is the whole point of the story, after all.
I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, it is respectfully owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. Thank you, and enjoy. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

The meeting was more or less, as expected, rather bland. There was the occasional bicker between nations - the usual lot - while some over-stated their opinion and some stayed back altogether. New Zealand felt no reason to pay attention, and so she did not. Something being talked about whales? She didn't know. Usually on a subject matter like this she'd speak up, but today her mind was somewhere else, on something that it had been on quite a bit over the last few days. No, she couldn't touch herself in the middle of a meeting, that's absurd.

New Zealand did not notice, but Australia had been looking over in her direction for a while now, just occasionally while he listened and noticed her silence. Generally on the topic of something like whaling he'd always have the little but passionate island nation backing him up while he usually told countries like Japan off. Not today, though. New Zealand was silent, and she was looking at no one. What was up with her?
At some point during the meeting, perhaps two thirds through, a note was passed down the table and placed in front of Australia. His name was scrawled neatly upon the folded, lined rectangle that appeared to have been ripped from a notebook or some such.
"Oooh, mon cher, a secret admirer?" France cooed at his side, leaning just a little too close for comfort to get a look at the note.
Australia scoffed. "Doubt it. Looks like Hungary's handwriting."
Casually, and not too expectantly, he opened the note. Halfway in this movement, however, he stopped and had to brush the curious Frenchman off.
"If it says anything worth it, you'll be the first to know."
When he opened the note discreetly in his lap and read over the words his eyebrows shot up, then pulled down to knot into a frown. He read the note a couple more times; just to be sure he had read it correctly.
". . . What the-"
Australia ended up having to rip the paper up and quickly eat it to keep France from taking it from him, after observing the Australian's rather comical reaction. It caused quite the scene.

After about three and a half hours of the same thing going back and forth, the meeting had finally come to a lunch break. After receiving the note, funnily enough, like New Zealand, Australia had fallen into a silent and thoughtful state. He couldn't help it, but he simply couldn't get that note or its contents out of his head. Was Hungary just fooling with him, or what?
He had to ask.
As all the present nations pooled out of the meeting room to help themselves to snacks, Australia took this time to stride right up to Hungary.
The older nation turned as she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"What was with that?" Australia quickly bombarded Hungary. She smiled astutely.
"You're her closest friend, Aussie dear. I think you deserve to know when she's having a problem."
"How the hell do you know this?"
"All us girls had a sleepover on Saturday. She was quite drunk, and rather devastated about this subject, too."
Australia didn't know what to say. He was frowning lightly, and his cheeks flushed.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "So then what has it got to do with me?"
"You know her best, idióta. Fix it."
Hungary turned from the stunned Australian then, leaving him in his own thoughts.
Despite himself, Hungary's news had caused him to feel a rush downstairs.

The second half of the meeting was even worse that the first. It went for four hours, and Italy had fallen asleep in his chair. Germany had called a halt to the meeting when Italy started moaning some rather . . . interesting things in his sleep.
"Right! The meeting is over, you are all dismissed. Verdammt noch mal, Italien. . ." Germany grumbled as he shook Italy awake again.
Australia's eyes were fixed on New Zealand now as he watched her stand. It was very rare that he ever looked at his best friend in a sexual light, especially ever since she rejected his marriage proposal after he became independent from Britain, as well as when she cut her hair shortly after. They were more like brother and sister now. She was always the tomboy he played footy and got drunk with, or skinny dipped in the ocean on Summer or played pranks with on other nations, or wrestled and joked and teased and argued and cried and bled with. But, at times, he really couldn't help admire just how beautiful she was . . .
"Hey, loser."
Aw, damn, he had been staring.
"Everybody's left. It's time to go now, bro," New Zealand had a humorous smirk upon her lips, probably due to her friend's rather stupid expression.
"Yeah, 'course . . ." Australia murmured, quickly shuffling out of the room with her.

It was dark as they left into the parking lot, and the two were mostly quiet as they strolled side by side.
"Zea," Australia finally spoke.
"Hm?"
"I care about you, you know. If you ever need anything from me I'll always be here."
New Zealand was quiet and had to prevent herself from making any sort of reaction. Where had that come from?
"Yeah, Oz, I know," she assured. She had to keep herself from laughing now that she thought about it. Australia was only ever tender to her like this when he wanted something. He wasn't shallow or selfish, don't get her wrong, but she knew that he always shared his care for her in other, more practical ways. Not anything like this smooth load of bull. He just wasn't like that.
"I'll see you for our game tomorrow. Remember that it starts nice and early at 8:00. Come earlier for the warmup."
"Yeah, I'll remember. See you tomorrow, Zea . . ."
New Zealand wandered to the bike stand and unlocked her bike. Some days when the weather was pleasant she preferred to bike to meetings, considering if it wasn't too far, either. She clipped on her helmet and watched as Australia pulled out from the parking space in his green, Holden Commodore Ute, driving away just a little too fast. Maybe one day he would get his head around on just how much damn CO2 he produced with that thing.