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Present time...

"Wow, is it Summer already?" Alfred stared at his new surroundings with his mouth agape. That time traveling koala sure did a good job; everywhere America looked, he was surrounded by girls in bikinis, people with water guns, and the feeling of the hot sun scorching down on the beach. Much like his own country, actually. Australia was standing right next to him, letting his surprised friend take in his surroundings. "No mate, this is the beautiful Christmas day!" Alfred looked up at Ralph, eyes still wide, but this time with sarcasm and disbelief. "No way, dude! This is way too summerish! If this is really what you call 'winter' then my name isn't Alfred F Jo-"

He was cut off by the sounds of teenage girls screaming and splashing in the waves, and next to them was a teenage boy in swim trunks and a Santa hat. They were all posing in front of a guy with a camera who then shouted, "Everybody say 'Christmas in Australia is awesome!'" The teens shouted "Christmas in Australia is awesome!" And after the flash of the camera, they continued to splash in the waves while continuing to act like Red bull-filled, immature teens in Australia surrounded by water would usually act. Alfred rolled his eyes and gave up on all attempt to deny that this was clearly what winter is in Australia.

"Okay, you win. This is winter." "And a beautiful winter is is, ol' sport!" He grabbed his friend's hand and led him through the busy crowd of people to the nearest food stand that stood nearby. Ralph (Australia) went up to the man working there, gave him a blue swimmer, (okay, I THINK that is the slang term for $10 in Australian. At least, they said so on .com, which is obviously a VERY reliable source. Also: $1 = a buck, $5 = a fiver, $20 = red back, $50 = a pineapple, $100 = jolly green giant, spare change = shrapnel. I am not saying these are all accurate, but anonymous said so, so I'll stick with them, whoever they are.), and the man gave him a stick with a hunk of pink meat on the end. He bit into it, smiling in contentment, then waking up from his food paradise to turn to America. "Oh I'm sorry mate, where are my manors?" He pointed at the meat he was eating. "Care for some crocodile on a stick?"

Alfred grimaced, and smiled nervously with his hand waving in front of his face. "Nonononononono it's okay, dude. I'm just fine." His friend waved the strange food in front of him, trying to tempt him with it. "Are you sure, pal?" Then America noticed Australia had a piece of the meat in his teeth, squishing in between them as he talked. The only thing Alfred could think of doing besides screaming was turning around. "No really, it's okay. I...had monkey brains for lunch...so I'm covered...you know...hunger...wise..." Australia just smiled. "You're right, mate. We shouldn't waste our time eating delicious snacks instead of me teaching you valuable information!" He threw his food in the trash and, once again, grabbed his friend's hand and flagged a nearby taxi that was conveniently close by. They hopped in and Australia looked at America, who was a bit overwhelmed with all that had just gone on in the last 2 minutes. "I plan on showing you around a bit and telling you ALL about my place. Let the grand tour begin!"

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A boat heading to Australia, In a part of the ocean near Australia

January 26, 1788, or something like that...

"You criminals shut it down there! I can hardly imagine why you would be so excited, going to the place you're going..." Light streamed into the dark cellar and onto the prisoners as the door to the bottom of the sailing ship was swung open by no one other than the captain himself; Britain, blonde hair, really thick eyebrows, and a sour attitude to the prisoners he was transporting.

He was shouting to the criminals, who were chained under the ship they were sailing on. Waiting in silence he then shouted again, "I said KEEP IT DOWN!" With weary eyes they all looked at him from his position in the door, all looking at him with great confusion; they had not spoken anything for the whole 6 month trip, and were not saying anything at the moment, despite Britain's accusations.

Yet again, he stuck his head through the door with the ladder that lead under the ship. "What's that you said Jeffrey? Why am I throwing you on a ship and sailing you away?" Jeffrey did not say anything back, and never said anything to begin with, but then Arthur violently trudged down the wooden stairs and grabbed one of the prisoners by the shirt. "Roger, how DARE you speak that way to me! I am not torturing you by not feeding you! I can't feed you. It's not my fault!" He let go of Roger's shirt and turned to face them as he stated a fact that each one of them knew very well; "I haven't the money to feed the lot of you tasteless mush, nor cream covered pastries." Again, he turned to Jeffrey. "Jeffery, you already asked me why I am sending you to this island that you do not know of, you don't have to ask me again!" With a mighty rage, he let his eyes fall to the wooden floor under him.

"I am sending you criminals to an island because my stupid little brother America declared his freedom from me and my perfectly reasonable laws for his people paying me taxes every time they take a gulp of air, and also preventing me from babysitting him all the time. That rotten little brat! I should've let France take America from me when he was just a snotty little baby nation!" But Arthur's anger was still taken over with a hint of sadness in his eyes as he yanked on one of the prisoner's chains.

He still spoke fiercely. "And now that he is no longer paying me money, I can no longer afford to keep you as prisoners in my country!" He was now pacing in the middle of the room as he looked at each of the miserable people who were looking back at him in confusion. "So now, every time that my people break the law, weather you murder the Queen of England or steal a scone from the bakery, you will be shipped away to a scorching hot, miserable piece of land I just discovered with resources that I am unaware of and you will have to find for yourself if you wish to actually survive. I am thinking of calling the land 'Australia'. I don't know, just has a ring to it..." Then, all of a sudden, he growled and slammed his fist in the wall.

"Wait, WHY IN THE NAME OF TINKER BELL'S PIXIE DUST AM I TELLING YOU PEOPLE THIS?! You're criminals, it's not like you actually have an opinion or anything! And it's not like I actually feel BAD that I have to send you to this place because I can't afford to keep you in prison! No! I don't care! I don't care..." Arthur rubbed away the tear sliding down his cheek without any of them noticing, and took his fist off the wall.

Leaving the criminals looking totally creeped out, he made his way up the ladder to the top of the ship. But not before turning around too look at them one last time. "Oh, and as for the 10 percent of the prisoners who died...you...you know...toss them in the corner, or something...when you get your handcuffs off...you know...well, you can't, but...*sniff*...I don't care..." And with that the small door above them closed and they were left in the dark again.

Jeffrey turned to Roger. "He's officially gone mad."

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Present time...

"And so that's why some fellows out there think that Australians all have criminal blood since we all came from the criminals that lived on this island." Australia was explaining to America, while they were sitting on a porch overlooking a beautiful ocean view. He playfully pulled the ear of his pet koala with a slight chuckle "Plain nonsense in my opinion; I've never snuck away in the dark with any bags of bank money over my shoulder, no thief here."

He paused for a moment before one thought humorously occurred to him. "Heh, I guess ol' Brit grudged on me for the scorpion I slipped in his trousers. Spread a few rumors on me. But hell, what do they know?" Alfred laughed at this, staring out at the sun setting over the beautiful ocean view. It was perfect here...but of course, it couldn't have been easy hundreds of years ago.

This made him ask his friend; "That must've been tough to go through, especially in the summer..." Australia nodded in agreement. "Indeed, mate. It wasn't always no summer vacation; At first times were hard. The guards that were sent to watch them seemed to be driven by a strong sadism, and lots of the criminals got hurt. But then we got strong, found resources," He gestured to the beach where everyone was playing happily. "...and 'ere we are!" America looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Wow. That's really neat." He would've had a bigger reaction, if he weren't so busy thinking about Arthur, his older brother. Is it totally weird of me to actually feel sorry for him?

He was knocked out of his thoughts when Australia patted him on the shoulder. "Well mate, now that Olivia has proven to Mrs. Knox that she has done diligent research by writing a story about an anime show with attractive men as countries, you should best be on your way!" Alfred got out of his seat and gave the man across from him a look of confusion. "Dude, who are these weird people that you keep talking about?" Australia got up from his seat and stood in front of the confused nation. "Oh, that's not important. What's important is that you wake up from your dizzy daydream you're in after hitting your head with the lamppost near the couch you were lounging on."

Alfred stared at him wide eyed and once again said words he wish he hadn't; "ARE YOU INSANE?!" Then that demonic koala came around Ralph's shoulder again while Ralph smiled. "You never learn, do you friend?" Then he gave his American friend a solute with a look of pride on his face. "Nice to see you again, mate! I hope to 'ave you on my side in World War 3...If we have one, that is!" The last thing America heard and saw was Australia's laughter and the koala jumping on top of him as he let out another girly scream.

TO BE CONTINUED MAYBE

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