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Australia hated it. He hated every moment of it, he hated having to put up with him. England to be more specific.
Ever since England took him in, he has been pressuring Australia to do things that was way too uptight. Australia has to act a certain way, dress a certain way, talk a certain way, and even eat a certain way! Australia couldn't go play outside without permission, and nine out of ten times England would say 'no' and make him go study.
To make matters worse, England gave him a name that he never agreed to. He absolutely hated the name, of course it wasn't a bad name, but it made Australia sound too snobby. England gave him the name of 'Theodore' yes 'Theodore' he didn't even look like a 'Theodore!'
Australia secretly goes by Jett, not a common name, but a great sounding name that Australia personally loves! It just suits him much, much better.
Australia being Australia has tried to stand up for himself, many times. However England always punishes him, like locking him in a closet overnight, or not giving him dinner (not that he minded) sometimes he'd simply slap him and send him off to his bedroom.
Australia hated the man, from his glossy black dress shoes to his abnormally large eyebrows. He wouldn't mind throwing some steaming hot tea to his face!...okay, maybe that was a little too harsh.
It wasn't all that bad though, he lived with another brother, his name is Canada. They all lived together in a house ever since the 'incident' England and Canada don't like talking about it though. Not that Australia cares. Canada has reassured him that England wasn't as bad as Australia thinks, however even Canada seemed to be unsure of what he was saying.
Sometimes when England got drunk, he'd scream and/or cry over some guy named 'America' Australia has tried to ask him about America, but England would get mad at him for mentioning the name and then promptly ignore the question. Canada was vague too, all Australia really knows is that America was England's former colony that gained independence. Maybe that's why he was so uptight about things. Whoever America was, Australia decided to hate them.
Australia's life was miserable, he looked out his window with longing, seeing other kids play outside with no care in the world. Australia stared at a dog that was with the children, and was reminded of his koala, who England wouldn't let inside the house. He sighed, turning back to his boring maths book. He drummed the table with his finger, staring at the page in front of him, not that he really cared about it.
He couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the book shut and shoved it away from himself. Australia huffed and leaned back into his chair, he glanced back at the window again. They were playing tag, and Australia wanted to join in! But England wouldn't let him, he never did.
That didn't mean Australia wouldn't try. He left his bedroom and walked to England's office. He knocked on the wooden door and then stepped back.
"Come in!" He heard a voice yell from the other side. Australia slowly opened the door, suddenly unsure of himself. He hesitantly walked into the room and cleared his throat "m-may I speak with you!"
England looked up from a document and frowned at Australia "Yes...yes you may, though please be quick, I'm quite busy. Also, you should wear something a bit more...appropriate. It's not acceptable to wear a dirty shirt"
Australia glanced down at his buttoned shirt, sure enough, it was stained. He shook his head and continued on with his question "May I go play outside with the other kids? Please! I did my studies and ever-"
He was interrupted by the British man, who was giving him a look of disapproval "how many times do I have to tell you, you're a nation, not a human child, you'll get attached to them, then they'll die, and then what? You'll come crying to me. Besides, you're old enough to do more productive things, now go read, I'm busy. And don't ask me such idiotic things"
"But-"
"No buts. Go on now, just don't bother me"
"This isn't fair!"
"Australia" England warned "don't talk back to me.
Australia glared at England, biting his tongue. England shuffled through his papers and shook his head "you are excused, Australia"
Australia stormed out of the office. He hated him more than ever. Sure, maybe he was just upset that he couldn't play outside with the others. But the way England spoke, the way he makes himself sound so, so important. The way he looked down on Australia. Treating him like an uneducated fool!
Australia didn't know why he was obeying England. Maybe it's because deep down inside, he was actually scared of him. Australia shook his head, no, he wasn't scared of that man. Never. He could run out of the house at any moment and play with the other kids. But he simply decided not to for his own...reasons.
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It was dinner. And sadly, England was the one who cooked the meal. It was silent. Only the noises of forks clattering with plates and Australia's loud chewing.
England glanced over to Australia "it's not polite to chew loudly"
"Sorry mate, I'm starving!" Australia said, grabbing a piece of burnt chicken from over the table.
England gave him a stern look "Australia"
"Fine fine!" Australia said. He sat back down in his chair, chewing on his chicken rather aggressively. Clearly annoyed.
Canada felt the tension between the two and shrunk in his chair.
England put down his fork and stood up. "I have had enough of you! Australia, go. To. Your. Room!" He hissed out with a glare.
"NO! I'm getting tired of you and your...your bossiness! I just want my own freedom!"
England's angry face turned to furious the minute Australia had uttered the word 'freedom' "why? What's so bad about being with me, huh!?"
Canada decided to cut in "England, I don't think he meant it like tha-" Canada was ignored.
"Why does everyone want to leave me!? I've done nothing but give to you! And what do I get in return!? Complaining and whining!" England said marching around the room and pulling on strands of his hair.
"Soon enough I'll get a declaration and a war from you!"
"What are you talking about?! I just meant I wanted to be able to choose for myself. You're too overbearing!"
England stopped pacing around and sighed. "Right, right...sorry" Australia almost gasped, did he just apologize? "I guess I'm a little stressed...I'll be heading to my quarters now" he mutters and heads off.
It was silent. Canada decides to break the silence "Sorry you had to see England like this...he's still emotionally damaged because of the war with America.."
"Oh right, who's America?"
"I told you already.."
"No, not really mate!" Australia says with a shake of his head "but whoever he is, I despise him.."
"He's my brother, my twin"
Australia's eyes widen a fraction "O-oh! No offense then"
Canada shakes his head with a small sorrowful smile "no it's fine, America was a little brash about it...if he had just waited, maybe England wouldn't of had.." Canada pauses. "No nevermind. I'll clean this mess up, you head off to bed Australia"
"I can help though!" Australia offers to Canada. Grabbing his mostly empty plate.
Canada grabbed the plate in Australia's hand and shook his head. "It's fine, I can take care of it"
"I guess...if ya want ta' mate!" Australia said cheerfully, not all that bothered about not cleaning. He gave Canada a wave before running off to his bedroom.
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Australia was laying in his bed, wide awake. He thought about what had happened earlier during dinner, how quickly it escalated. England has a very short temper. He especially seems to snap at the words 'America' and (what Australia has recently learned) 'Freedom.'
England yelled at him for chewing loudly, chewing loudly. He looked about ready to send the British armies to him. Seriously.
England treated Australia like an object, a dog at best. He never showed any kind of affection or kindness to him. He was always so stiff when with him, he barely even spared him a glance. When Australia first met him he was so thrilled to learn that he was going to make a new friend! …he would later learn the truth of the matter.
Apparently England acted this way because of that darn American. Maybe that's why Australia has no knowledge of the American, because England refuses to read, or hear any mentions of him, so he doesn't bother to teach Australia about America. Still though, how did England behave before the war with America? Caring and compassionate? Australia audibly snickered, as if.
Australia rolled to the side and closed his eyes. Might as well get some sleep.
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"Do you have any paintings of him?"
"No.."
"Is he tall then?"
"Above average"
"Does he like England's food?"
"Not sure...he acts like he does, but not sure if he actually does"
"How about ugly?"
"Why are you asking me all of these questions?" Canada asks Australia, finally looking up from his book.
Australia gives him a grin "just curious mate! I need to know more about my enemy if I ever need to battle him!"
"I don't think you'll ever get into a war with him.."
"No no! Not a war, a battle of course! Between us two men!" Australia corrects Canada. He doesn't look at all bothered that Canada was giving him a look.
Canada sighed "I see, but are you sure this is a smart idea? I mean, he's America! You haven't even met him yet, maybe you should get to know him before battling him"
Australia shrugs and thinks it over. Then he is quickly reminded of a cranky drunk England ranting about America "yup I'm sure!"
"Uh, okay. Be careful then…"
"Sure will mate!" Australia says happily, grabbing his satchel from the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. "Don't tell England I left!" Canada's aloof face was replaced with a surprised face, and he gasped.
Australia ignored Canada's weird behavior and turned around. Only to bump into somebody.
"Too. Late." Said a familiar voice sharply, almost furiously. Australia cautiously looked up, only to meet forest green eyes.
"Mister England! What a surprise…" Australia said with a glare, looking up at the (currently) taller man.
"Please Australia, explain the nonsense you were about to do" England folded his arms expectantly, a seemingly permanent frown in place.
"Just paying a visit to a...friend?" Australia said with an awkward chuckle, hoping to be able to pull this off.
England raised an eyebrow "and who is this friend? I don't recall you interacting with any humans as of late"
Australia winced, he just dug his own grave. "I never said a human friend, I'm just talking about my pet koala!"
"You mean that pest that is always outside the house?" England scoffed "you should get rid of it, it isn't very...pleasant"
"He's not a 'it!' He's a 'him!''' Australia pushed past England "now if you excuse me…" Australia was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Australia cringed and turned his head. England was mad alright, such short temper. "Australia, why can't you just be obedient!? You always— always get on my nerves!"
Australia put his hands up, fully turning around "I don't do anything bad! I just ask for permission for stuff, like playing outside! But you always get mad!"
"I'm only doing what's best for you! Playing and becoming friends with humans will only hurt you! Just like it did to Amer-" England cut himself off. He put a hand over his mouth and looked to the side.
Australia's glare intensifies. It always leads back to America, of course it did! When would England learn that he wasn't America! He is Australia! Whoever America is, he is clearly not welcomed, so why does England always refer back to him!?
Australia doesn't bother to look back when he runs out of the house. He doesn't bother to see the solemn expression England had, or the uncomfortable expression Canada had. He didn't bother to check on his pet koala, who has been waiting outside the house for who knows how long. And he didn't even bother to close the door.
He just ran as fast as he could, before England could possibly run after him. He didn't run to the kids he'd always see outside his window, nor did he run to the ports and get on the quickest ship to America. He just ran to a suspicious looking forest to plan his next course of action.
He would have never of guessed what would happen next.
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I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'm not sure if I should continue or not, so please let me know whether or not I should.
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