Hey, I'm back at it again with the fluff!

This one is about some brotherly New Zealand and Australia because I love them so much. I'm not sure on how I did with portraying New Zealand, but I'd imagine he'd get fed up with Australia really quick because they're always having some sort of squabble.

I hope you can enjoy!

No way in hell was he doing it.

Nope, nope, nopety nope, nope.

No.

"C'mon Zea!" The childish voice egged him on, the sound coming from far above.

"No way," New Zealand gave his brother an unimpressed look. "You're going to fall and die, and I'd rather not go down with you."

Australia giggled like the kid he was, looking to be about eight at most. His older brother New Zealand had always been the party pooper, preferring to stay safe and enjoy things that Aus deemed exceedingly boring. Like read and pet sheep.

"I won't fall," Australia insisted, shuffling further to the front of his branch. "Plus, England-brows said we can't die!"

"Just because he said we can't die, doesn't mean we can't feel pain," Zea countered. "Plus, I'd rather not experience it."

"Aww, c'mon, live a little!" Australia reached his hand out and grabbed the branch over his head.

The wind was really picking out in England's back yard, and the rain that had been pouring in the wee hours of the morning left everything damp. Aus and Zea had gone out to fly kites in the howling air, but they'd gotten stuck in the old oak tree. New Zealand insisted they go inside and get a new one, like any rational person, but Australia took it as the perfect opportunity to have some fun.

"I'm living perfectly happily on the ground," New Zealand huffed, light brown curls ravelling and unraveling in the wind.

"Yeah, but it's so much better up here!" Australia grinned back.

He was so close to the blue and red paper, it was only a few branches above his head, but it was near the thin end, so he'd have to be careful. Australia felt the wind rustle up the branches and decided to latch onto a few until the breeze went away.

The shaking of the tree created some tension in New Zealand. He watched nervously as Australia paused his quest to wait for it to pass.

At least he's got some common sense.

"Australia, come down, its not worth it."

New Zealand insisted, eyes darting nervously to the back door of England's house.

"I'm so close though," Australia whined, opting to keep trying to get the kite, even if the wind kept up.

Australia was a little worried, but not too much. Climbing trees and being outdoors was his thing, he was like a koala. A feisty, cute, funny, little koala. He wished he had a koala with him now that he thought about it.

He would name it Steve.

Yes, Steve the koala would be his best friend too! They'd go on so many adventures and rile up Zea together too. It would be so much fu-

"Aus, look out!" New Zealand interrupted Australia's wandering thoughts with his worried cry.

Australia quickly grabbed a hold of the branch above him in a tight grip, just in case he got caught off balance as the wind picked up violently. It was starting to sting, the cold air lashing at his face with the leaves it battered against. Maybe it was best to go down like Zea had said.

Australia slowly made his way downwards, keeping as close to the trunk of the tree as humanly (or nationaly) possible. He knew something was wrong however, when his foot hit a thinner branch. Anyone with two eyes could see what was going to happen.

The branch snapped under foot and Australia tumbled the last couple meters to the ground with a large thump.

Stupid tree branch.

"Aus, are you ok?!" New Zealand ran up to him and kneeled down.

"Yeah, I'll be right!" Australia shot him a grin, but winced at his scraped leg.

It wasn't bad, but it hurt. Suddenly he was very glad that he hadn't fallen and died like Zea had predicted.

"You're such an idiot sometimes," Mew Zealand offered his younger brother a hand.

"Most of the time," Australia smirked.

"All of the time." New Zealand rolled his eyes.

"True that mate," Australia grinned, taking the hand and leaving his weight on his better leg.

After a moment of steeling himself, Australia walked side-by-side with New Zealand to the house. As they were about to enter the back doorway, they heard a massive rustle of leaves and turned their heads to see their kite break free of the tree and start flying away. Australia laughed in amusement before taking after it with a small limp.

"Damn that stupid Aussie," New Zealand muttered with little of the contempt, taking off after him.

"I bet I can catch it first sheep lover!" Australia shouted back to his brother.

"No way you death trap!"

"Yes way, kiwi!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh."

"Nuh-uh"

"Y- hey!" Australia tripped over his feet and saw Zea pass him and jump for the kite, catching it by he string.

"I win!" New Zealand beamed.

Australia pouted, "no fair!"

"It is fair, I got it first." he nudged his brother in the side.

"I hate you." Australia said, although New Zealand knew under his annoyed huff was a smile.

"I hate you too Aus." New Zealand said lovingly, hugged his brown haired companion tight.

Brotherly hate, what a wonderful thing.