A/N: I don't even know why I'm writing this. Well, I might have an idea. I have a current obsession with Australia, so naturally, I like reading stories where the character I'm obsessed with is hurt, sick, injured, and in some cases, dies. Because that's how crazy I am.
So, if you haven't already guessed, this is a story about Australia. Also, the koala is male.
Anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Australia was preparing for the journey to the next world meeting that would happen in three days. The world meeting was in London, England. It took a day or something to get there, so he would have a couple days to settle into the hotel he'd booked.
Once he'd finished packing, Australia slouched on his couch, relaxing for a moment. He still had a couple hours before his flight, so why not relax?
His koala jumped onto his stomach, glaring at him. He wasn't happy with his owner leaving to go to the other side of the world, as England had strictly said no animals from Australia. The Aussie found that quite rude, but he had no choice but to obey. So when Australia had told his koala, he wasn't happy about it. One bit.
"Sorry about this, mate." Australia apologized, "I'll be back soon, promise."
Suddenly, his phone rang loudly, scaring the life out of both nation and koala. Reaching over for his phone, Australia sighed as he noticed it was England's number flashing on his screen.
Picking up, Australia held it to his ear and said, "G'day England! What're you calling me for?"
An annoyed sigh came from the other end. "Australia, I'm ringing for two things. One, I'm reminding you not to bring any animals. I don't want a miniature, dangerous zoo bursting into the meeting room, got it?"
Australia put on his best hurt voice and replied, "Don't you trust me enough to remember something? I'm so offended!" To add effect, he started sniffling as if he were about to cry.
"Ah-! Don't cry, I trust you, I trust you!" Australia tried his hardest to stifle the laughter that came after that, but it was too much.
Of course, after hearing Australia start laughing, the Brit knew it was a joke. "Fake-crying? Really, Australia? At your age? You should be more mature."
Australia's laughing subsided as he felt actually offended. "Oi! I'm mature!"
"Don't you 'oi' me, young man!"
"I'm taller than you!"
"That's irrelevant!" With another irritated sigh, the Brit pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not getting drawn into an argument with you."
"Fine." Australia sighed, disappointed he couldn't draw his former caretaker into an argument. It was always funny to hear or see how flustered England got. "So, what was that other thing you wanted to tell me?"
The line was silent for a moment, and Australia immediately knew why.
Smirking, he asked, "Did'ya forget again?"
"No! I didn't forget!" Came the defensive response. "And what do you mean 'again'?"
"Oh come on, old man, you always forget things! Or have you forgot that, too?"
"I don't always forget things!" England snapped. "And don't call me 'old man'!"
"Than what was it? Hurry up, my flight's in a couple hours and I've gotta say bye to all my friends." Australia tapped his chin impatiently.
"Friends? Don't tell me you treat those killer creatures as your friends?" England sounded incredulous.
"Of course! Look, I'll let my favourite koala say hi!" Australia brought the phone down to his koala, letting him 'speak' to England.
All England heard was an angry barrage of snarls, hisses and growls from the other end before Australia's voice came back on. "Anyway, you're getting off topic here."
"I'm getting off topic?" England muttered under his breath, before stating bluntly, "I can't remember; I'll tell you when I do. I'm hanging up now."
After he heard a beep at the other end, Australia put his phone down and sighed heavily. "Typical England; can't remember."
His koala growled softly at him, and Australia nodded, actually understanding what the creature said.
Standing up, Australia stretched and mumbled, "Might as well go for a quick walk before I head to the airport."
~Big time-skip~
Finally getting off the plane, the first thing Australia had done was check in at his hotel. It wasn't that far from the airport, so he walked.
There was a problem, though.
It was freezing in London.
Then again, it didn't help that he was in a t-shirt and shorts.
He was supposed to be meeting New Zealand at the hotel, as they'd decided to share a room (mostly so the Kiwi could keep an eye on Australia).
Turning a corner, Australia was surprised to find the hotel there already, and a figure at the entrance.
Quickening his pace, the Aussie met up with New Zealand, waving at him to get his attention.
New Zealand stared at his neighbour, who was in a t-shirt and shorts. Pointing, New Zealand asked, "Aren't you cold?"
Australia shrugged, acting as if it didn't matter, even though he felt like an ice block. "Meh. A bit."
New Zealand blinked, knowing Australia was lying and was freezing his butt off. "Didn't England tell you?"
Australia frowned. "Tell me what?"
The Kiwi sighed. Obviously not. "That it was winter in his country, and it's absolutely freezing here, so pack warm clothes."
"No, he didn't." Australia growled, before snapping his fingers as realisation dawned upon him. "That's probably the second thing he wanted to tell me! I bet he forgot on purpose!"
"Well, let's go to our room and you change into warmer clothes."
"I didn't bring any."
"What." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Er…let's go check in, yeah?"
"Fine." New Zealand muttered, walking into the hotel. "Hurry in; you'll catch your death out here."
"Right…" Australia trailed off, slightly confused. How can he catch his death in some cold weather?
After climbing two flights of stairs and walking down an extremely long corridor, the Oceanian nations walked in, throwing their bags on the ground. They tiredly checked out the room.
There was a thin corridor that lasted about five metres, with a door on the right and a mirror and wardrobe on the left. They went through the door on the right, showing a bathroom with a bath and shower on the far wall. On the left there was a bin, and on the right there was a toilet, sink, shelf and a long mirror.
Exiting the bathroom, they looked at the main room. Just past the wardrobe, there was a TV screwed onto the wall, and underneath that there was a polished, dark oak desk with two chairs and a small bin. On the desk were leaflets advertising various places and a menu for the restaurant just across from the hotel. Also, there was a tray with clean mugs, a kettle and some tea bags and sugars.
The space just past the desk was a corner and was empty - probably for baggage, although they'd placed their bags next to the 'front' door.
To the right of the empty corner was a windowsill, with a closed double window and light curtains. And to the right of the window was a single bed, with two pillows and a duvet. There was a bedside table next to the bed. The headboard was against a corner, with the foot of the bed just underneath the window.
There was about half a metre between the bedside table and another bedside table, this one next to a large, double bed. There were separate lights around the double bed, and on the other side of the bed was yet another bedside table. After the last bedside table was a wall that went parallel to the wall with the window, then turning a sharp left to become the wall with the bathroom door.
Quite impressed with the quality of the room but too tired to admire it any longer, they headed to their separate beds (New Zealand had won a coin toss and got the double bed) and immediately flopping down onto them.
They were both exhausted from their long flights (New Zealand took one a couple hours earlier than Australia's), so all they wanted to do was sleep.
Unfortunately, they weren't so lucky.
"Ah, you boys are here at last." A heavily accented voice broke the comfortable silence between the pair as England strode in.
"What do you want?" Australia mumbled sleepily.
"I came to tell you that it's going to be very cold on the day of the meeting, so wrap up warm, alright?"
"Don't you have heating?"
"Of course I have heating!" England snapped defensively. "I'm just warning you is all."
After he left, New Zealand snickered and said, "You're so gonna freeze here."
"Shut up!" Australia glared at him, but smiled at the same time. Stretching, he settled down and soon fell asleep.
The Kiwi rolled his eyes at his neighbour's abrupt sleep. He wanted to lend Australia some of his clothes, but they wouldn't fit.
Suddenly, a rustling sound coming from near the door startled New Zealand. Glancing over, he watched as Australia's suitcase started walking around. He had to blink a few times to actually process what was happening, though.
Curiously, he walked over to the suitcase and opened it. He had to duck his head as immediately after it was opened, a koala leapt out. Of course, New Zealand thought while face-palming, I knew he'd bring at least one of his animals with him.
The koala jumped onto the Aussie's bed and curled up beside him, soon falling asleep as well. New Zealand sighed, before laying in his bed.
Tomorrow I want to explore London. I think it would be best if Australia stayed inside. His eyes closed as he fell asleep.
~Next day~
Australia was first to wake up. Well, he thought he was the first. No, he was actually second. Because as soon as he opened his eyes, his favourite koala's red eyes stared at him.
Letting out a muffled scream as the koala's chest fur was suffocating him, he bolted up in bed, catching the koala as he slipped from the Aussie's face.
"How'd you get out?" Australia asked while scratching his furry cheek.
The koala pointed a claw at New Zealand, who was just stirring. The Aussie smirked.
"I'm surprised he didn't stuff you back in the suitcase or kill me." He remarked with a chuckle.
"I figured you'd bring an animal, so I don't really mind." New Zealand replied, getting out of bed and walking over. "Anyway, as soon as he got out, he ran over to you and fell asleep. He wasn't causing any problems. Just make sure you don't take him to the meeting."
After nodding, the Aussie went to go get changed into another t-shirt and another pair of shorts, before picking up his koala and setting him on his shoulder.
"I'm ready to go now." He declared. New Zealand looked over while pulling a shirt on.
"No, you're not going anywhere. You'll freeze to death. Stay here. I'll bring you a souvenir."
"I wanna go and you're not stopping me. Anyway, I've always wanted to climb Big Ben."
New Zealand sighed and turned away, grabbing his shoes. "You're not allowed to climb Big Ben; you'll get arrested - hey!" When he turned back round, the Aussie was gone.
"Great; now I've got to look for that idiot." He grumbled, before finishing getting ready and leaving.
Walking through the streets of London, Australia couldn't supress his shivers. It was freezing outside. Then again, he'd never experienced as much cold as this before, so he wanted to explore it. How cold can it get out here? He thought to himself, absentmindedly petting his koala's head, who was shivering on his shoulder, despite his grey fur.
Suddenly, a cold wind started up, and his friend scurried into the front of his shirt, sinking his claws into Australia's chest as he tried to absorb the warmth between the shirt and his owner's chest.
Australia wished he could do that.
Walking near the River Thames, he noticed it was completely frozen over. An idea sprang into his head as he started to run towards the river, stumbling a couple times on the snowy mounds dotting the path.
New Zealand watched his tanned neighbour run onto the frozen Thames, skidding round and laughing loudly.
Shaking his head, he walked towards Australia, albeit smiling.
"Hey, idiot!" He called. Australia swiftly turned to face the Kiwi, grinning.
"What, you talking to me?" He asked jokingly.
"Well noooo, the other idiot in summer clothes running round on a frozen river." New Zealand replied sarcastically.
Walking towards the Kiwi, Australia laughed. "Alright, alright, fine. What's up?"
"Running on ice is bad enough, but the way you're doing it, you're going to break the ice. Then you'll get sick. It's not a good idea to run around on it anymore."
Australia shook his head and put a hand down his shirt, grabbing his koala and pulling him out. Then he held him out to New Zealand, who gingerly took him.
"May I ask why I'm now holding your koala?" He asked, glancing down at the creature in question.
"So if I do fall in, he doesn't freeze to death. Duh." Australia then turned and began running round on the ice again.
"Should I stop him?" New Zealand wondered aloud. The koala crawled inside of his shirt, snorting at him, and the Kiwi presumed that meant 'no'. Or 'yes'. He had no clue.
A loud splash interrupted his thoughts, and he quickly scanned the frozen river.
A large hole.
No Australia.
Sighing, New Zealand ran out onto the river, heading towards the hole. "That idiot! I told him it was a bad idea to run round!"
Kneeling down, New Zealand stared into the murky depths of the river, searching for his brother. It looked about 11 metres deep, so he could drown. Hopefully that wasn't the case, though.
"Hey! Australia! Can you hear me?" He shouted into the water, reaching a hand in. The cold water's icy touch bit his skin, and he felt the urge to retract his hand, but he ignored it and kept searching for Australia.
Just as the cold in his arm became unbearable, he felt something brush his hand. Grabbing onto it with a numb arm, he began to tug it out the water.
It was crazy heavy though, which was a sign that it must be Australia and not some random person's long-lost underwear.
After lots of curses, tugs and yelling, New Zealand finally pulled Australia out the water. As soon as he was out the water, the Aussie began coughing and hacking, desperate to get all the water out of his lungs. New Zealand rubbed circles on his back as Australia coughed.
At last, the coughing died down and Australia sat back on the ice, shivering and panting.
New Zealand wanted to say 'I told you so', but it would be best not to, so instead he said, "Come on, let's get you back to the hotel. I'll tell England what happened; just in case you get really ill or something." He stood up and started to help Australia up.
Then he heard a loud sigh from behind him. "Okay, what happened now?"
Speak of the devil.
A/N: This chapter went on really long, sorry about that.
There'll only be a few chapters in this; it won't be long.
Hopefully, I can write this entire story today, but I'm not sure.
Sorry if the description of the hotel room bored you; I got the inspiration for the room from a very real one at a Premier Inn in Northumberland that I stayed at a couple months ago.
Anyway, I guess I'll see you in the next chapter (maybe).