Yeah I know this is late since the World Cup has started days ago (I know because I wake up at bloody 00.00, 03.00 and 06.00 just to watch the three games of the day) but then I needed to get my mind out of the turd called Math right now that turn into this drabble!

From White to Green and Gold

Australia had his hands on his knees, biting his lip anxiously. It was his first match today against Chile, wondering if his team would start their world cup performance with a bang or choke in-game. He was happy enough to be there at least, watching as the stadium was partially adorned in gold and green and hearing the cheers of his people who travelled half-way across the world for another shot at the finals… or at least the knock out stages.

But then again it really won't be smooth sailing for the Socceroos since they were in the same group as World Cup 2010 champions: Spain, First runner up yet ready to kill people especially Spain: Holland and then the promising Chile.

Well… Dammit.

Only five minutes left before kickoff. Australia had to resist gnawing on his nails as both teams walked onto the pitch and lined up to sing their respective national anthems. He could hear erratic deep breathing and realized it was him. Why was he breathing so hard? Was he that nervous being against Chile?

There was a soft shuffling behind him and Australia gave way for another supporter, not even bothering to check as his eyes were glued on the pitch. But then he frowned slightly at the strange feeling he felt at the bottom of his gut. God he hoped that wasn't vomit.

"You seem tense…" said the supporter next to him.

Australia let out a sigh, forcing a smile as he turned to face the other. His eyes widened as he was met by New Zealand; casually sipping on a cup of soda and a box of food on his lap.

Wearing a replica of the Aussie's jersey.

What just happened.

"Y-you're…w-why did…w-who did…?" he stuttered, completely missing the coin toss and starting whistle.

The Kiwi rolled his eyes and took a bite of his box of cheese fries, taking a quick glance at the match. "I'm on a break from beating England's sorry arse in rugby and I thought just this once I'd humor you and wear your jersey. I'm glad I did because you look like you need someone to hold you while the match is on…" he replied.

Australia stared in silence. He forgot how long he kept begging for the island nation to support him instead of the opposing team and get a jersey on his person. Not that it really mattered…they were just half-brothers. There is nothing wrong with always cheering for any team that was against him at all. It didn't even hurt…sort of.

New Zealand stared at him and sighed. "Is it bad to cheer for my brother even if he did turn his back on Oceania to compete in the Asia Division, leaving the burden of the play-offs on me every World Cup qualifiers?"

He shook his head mechanically, opting to sit down and quietly watch the game for a while while his mind tried to wrap around the idea of a Kiwi actually supporting an Australian team on ANYTHING. It was awkward to say the least, but he managed to utter a "…Thank you." And "…I really appreciate it…"

New Zealand smiled, offering him some fries that the other gladly accepted. Perhaps watching the games would also give him some ideas on how to qualify for the 2018 World Cup. It was also a good thing he planned on sticking around for a few days since the match ended with a 3 – 1 victory of Chile.

Teehee. Again, this is a delayed fic o3o