It wasn't too long ago that this happened. The mistake that cost me my independence, my rights, my love, my family. I start to shake just thinking about it…. You probably want to know, Who the hell is this guy? Right? I'll tell you then. I'm, or at least I used to be, the Commonwealth of Australia. Now who am I? I'm just Jett. Jett Kirkland. I live here on this abandoned, bloody island all by myself, unless you count the Roos and the Koalas. They still like it here. I fear I'm nothing but a lowly dominion once again, ready to be played like a card in the game of life.
Chapter 1:
Sunrise
The day started as any day of mine should, I woke up, walked outside, and carried the few snakes that had gathered out of my yard. All normal. Then I made sure that Jack hadn't poisoned the vegemite, as he had a knack for that, the bloody second player, and made a sandwich. Nothing too extraordinary here.
As I sat watching the morning news and texting Amelia, I heard a knock on my door. The softness of it reminded me of Wy's, but looking out the window and seeing a little lamb eating my grass, I automatically knew who it was.
"Benjamin!" I laughed, opening the door.
The Kiwi looked at me with a dull expression, and I'll have to admit, he looked a bit out of it. His hair was messy, his neckerchief was crooked, and his hat wasn't perched on his head like it usually was.
"Benjamin?"
"Jett." He replied, stepping inside as I scooted to the side.
He seemed different that day, he wasn't extremely talkative like he usually was, and he just kept referring to me as Jett. Normally he'd call me Oz, or Aussie, or at least "big brother." Every time I would try to ask him what was up, he would go silent, until finally he said, rather bluntly,
"England."
"What about 'im, mate?" I reply with a chuckle, a little surprised that that was one of the first things he mentioned.
"He wants to send us off to Syria to fight. I don't want to hurt Syria."
"America has been talking about that, too. I heard about the gas bombings or whatever, but do they really need to start a wa-"
"According to all of the others, yes. Syria hasn't done anything though…. This is no reason to hurt him." He interrupted, and for once, I agree with him. As much as I love her, my dear America can be a bit on the stupid side sometimes, but hey, so can I.
"Can't you just say no?" I grumble, and I immediately regret saying it. "What's the worst the old man can do?"
"…" He doesn't respond, then simply gets up and leaves.
Okay, maybe I'm stupid all the time. It's not like I try.