I really had no idea this would be liked! :U

Ah, well, after neglecting this for months, I've decided to continue.

Australia tapped his pencil impatiently against the hard oak-wood desk of the world meeting hall, irritated about how dreary the meeting was going; moving at an amble much like that of a paralyzed snail. It was aggravating how one problem seemed to furcate into a further tangle, causing some nations go launch into verbal battles.

America and England where having one of their couple-spats, barking at each other like rabid dogs over a minor disagreement; Thailand seemed to be trying to strip a shrieking and infuriated Cambodia (Australia pitied the petite Asian man). Yet, through all this, Seychelles had managed to fall asleep, snoring in a most unlady-like manner. The Australian felt the corners of his mouth lilt up in fondness for the Seychellois girl, chuckling under his breath and running his thumb over the course band-aid that was ever present on his nose. He knew that her cause for drowsiness was not that she was pococurante, but that the meetings were agonizingly boring and never solved much to begin with.

A stubborn pounding and vibration of the table jolted the Australian man from his thoughts, as well as awakening his drowsy item of infatuation.

"Hwazha hurrrn, uh-neh- Meeting adjourned," the islander girl bellowed in a fatigue laden voice that still rung with some semblance of asseverate tone, quite a feat considering she had just awakened. The other nations grumbled at this proclamation, and began to file out. The Australian quickly gathered up his things, rushing to push his way to Seychelles. Part way to her, he was dismayed to discover that a young strawberry blonde man had squirmed his way to her first. Australia felt his lips draw back in a gelid snarl. Before him, trying to shamelessly flirt with a very sleepy and somewhat moody Seychelles stood Seborga.

"Whadda ya' want, Azelio?" Seychelles squinted up at the Seborgan man with a prudent and short-tempered look. Her inquiry was met with a hauteur laugh and flip of strawberry blonde hair. "My, my! You're a-grumpy today, Victoria," he gave her his best puerile laugh and grin, which she merely stared at with a look of somnolent confusion. Seychelles started to straighten put her voluminous red bows, a sign of discomfort, Australia noted. "So~," oh, Seborga was definitely savoring it now, for he had taken notice of his one person audience. "If you don't a-have anything to a-do this evening, how 'bout we go out? My treat~" Australia could practically see the innuendo in the Seborgan's words, and he briskly strode forward, putting himself between Seborga and Seychelles.

"Sorry mate," the Australian grit out his words through clenched teeth, his muscles visibly stiffening. "But the Shelia cobber and I are already booked. Night surfing, so if you'd be so-" "Surfing, you say?" Seborga cut him off, a sly smile creeping onto his features. "Well, I a-suppose I could-a join you two?"

Apparently, the prospect of having another companion to surf with appealed greatly to Seychelles, despite who that person was. "Well sure," she chirped, suddenly bright and fully comatose. "The more the merrier!" Australia winced at the cliché line, scrambling and burbling, desperate to find a reason for Seborga not to accompany them.

"B-But Azelio doesn't even have his cozzie with him!"

'I just want it to be you and me….'

"Can't he just go swimming in his boxers?"

'No! No! NO! Don't give him a chance to crack a fat!'

"He's a dammed Lair!"

"Hey, a-now! I don't dress that flashy!"

'You bastard, you will not, you will not…'

Seychelles stood up very suddenly, her chair protesting with a wretched screech against the wood panel flooring. "Liam, that's enough," her voice was sharp, causing Australia to flinch. "He is coming with us, or you could not join us at all." Seborga smirked smugly, causing the Australians blood to boil in anger.

"…Fine, but if that mongrel isn't wearing a cozzie I SWEAR," he growled, "That yabber will be on his ass before-"

"Please do join us, Azelio. You can borrow one of my boards," the Seychellois girl cut him off sharply, instead smiling tenderly to Seborga, who flushed brightly, but nodded eagerly, regaining his composure.

"Now please excuse me while I speak to Liam," she winked in a friendly manner, before dragging and sputtering with rage Australia to the hall way.

The hallway had a pleasant beach-cottage theme; paintings of light houses adorned the wall, a shell texture was sponged quaintly into the creamy paint, and the carpet was of a lovely shell print.

"What is your problem?" Seychelles rounded around a bend cornering him to a bench. "You had no right to be so rude to him. He's my friend too!" Australia twitched slightly, taking great displeasure of Seborga being titled so highly. "I just can't stand that whacker, Victoria!" He retaliated, rising to his full height and looking down on her. "I don't mean to whinge, mate, but the way he looks at you… What he implies-!" Seychelles held up one of her hands, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut. "Oh please, Liam, don't you start on something like that, I swear, you're so over-protective." She reopened her eyes, smiling wearily, and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, he could never replace you." At that moment, Australia felt his heart would burst, as though all the emotions he never knew he had were about to broil over.

"I mean, you're like a brother to me!"

The Australian felt as though he had been dealt a low hit.

Dun-Dun-Duuuunn! Australia has some competition!

Now, for some Aussie slang translation notes:

Cozzie- swim-suit

Crack a fat- a boner

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