HEY! This story has been ridling me for so long so i decided to write it!

My oc (New Zealand) I know theres a New Zealand now but too bad XD

Name: Emily Hunter

Age: 18

looks: she has long mossy brown hair with she always wears a white beanie with and she had dark green eyes (like a forest) and she wears a white and blue dress with a un-buttoned brown waste coat and Ug boots (if cold) or Jandles (if hot) and black stockings


Britain stood in the mirror, he patted his hair down but it puffed up again. He groaned loudly at his hair which had chosen the worst day to act up. This was the first time he would see New Zealand in over a year.

"Ya know mate, she not the kind of chick to notice if your hair is puffy..." Australia joked a ruffled up his ex-leaders hair. Australia had light brown hair and a plaster across his nose. He wore a khaki uniform and black boots.

"Why would I care what she thinks...she's just a friend..." England quickly lied back as he fixed his tie which he just fiddled around in his hands. He gave up on his outfit and sat if the table across from Australia and sipped his tea.

"Oh that's good cuz her and me are dating..." Australia said as he took a sip of some vodka he 'borrowed' from Russia. It was only 10 in the morning but that would be 6 at night in Australia so in an Auzzies brain it's time to get wasted.

Britain coughed loudly and spit some tea out on to the table. "What?" Britain's 'gentleman' act was completely lost as he didn't even apologise for spitting tea all over his friend from down under.

"Just yanking ya chain mate..." Australia whipped the tea and spit of his face with his khaki sleeve. "But I got the truth out of you..." he leaned across to the Brit who was now blushing. "Why would I like that...t-that..." he stared blankly at his half drunken cup of tea, he couldn't think of one bad thing to say against the girl he had a crush on since she became a adult country.

"That..." Australia had a grin that said that he already knew what Britain was thinking. "Are you serious mate?" Australia burst out with his booming voice, England was shaken out of thought.

"She completely mental...running around in the bush bare foot, playing rugby, she eats like a pig, not mention her drinking problem, she's also not very bright..." Australia began to drone on about the country that he found so annoying but somehow Australia and New Zealand are best friends.

Australia knew deep down, under ever insult he ever said to her; he really didn't hate her, he actually did love her. She was like his little sister, he taught her everything but she ignored him and she just became completely her own self.

"Okay...maybe...if I like her a little bit...not saying I do...but if I did..." The Britain could tell by the look on the Australians face that he wasn't buying a thing he said.

"Okay...how do I win her over?" he tilted his head to the side and rested his face in his hand and leaned on the small table. "Call her...use a few pick-up lines and hang up without arranging anything...that's the Australian way..." the man said with a smile and beamed self-proudness.

"Sounds cheesy..." Arthur grumbled to himself as the Australian slid the black telephone across the table. He punched in a few numbers that he memorised as Australia giggled at him.

He lifted the phone to his ear, his stomach curled up and he suddenly didn't know what to say. His forehead began to sweat and his hand became clammy.

"Kia Ora..." came a sweet voice from the other line ringing with a crisp kiwi accent. His brain suddenly over loaded as he heard the voice of the girl he had been border line obsessed with for a few years now.

"Hey this is hurt when you fell from England...I mean this is heaven! I mean this is England!" he shouted into the phone, "um...hey Arthur? What's up?" her voice was confused; the Australian held his mouth closed and tried not to laugh.

"Um..." he stared blankly at the wall for at least 30 seconds. "Ok...I'm going to go then..." she said quietly. "Wait..." Arthur cried but then couldn't think of anything else to say.

The Australian fumbled around with a paper and pen, trying to write something the panicked Brit could say. He held up a piece of paper with a triumph smiled.

"Babe, wanna Australian kiss...it's like a French kiss but down under..." the brit squealed loudly as he released what he had just said. The sound of the girl slamming the phone against the holder was the last thing he heard before a dial tone.

"I hate you..." Arthur mumbled as he banged his head against the table in shame.


Ok there it if! If you want me to continue writting this plz reveiw! and if you have any ideas of who she should end up with or not end up with or anything you want to see happen plz review!

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