Ayy, the next one is here! How're you all doing today?

This is low-key kinda crack-ish so sorry if it's not as funny, and it's also super short.

Context: This one has an attempted robbery in it, so if you're uncomfortable with a situation like that, feel free to skip this one. Also, some swearing.

Enjoy!

Australia loved having the world meetings at his place. Although some countries seemed reluctant to fly over, everyone always turned up. It wasn't like they had anything to fear (more than usual anyway), but some thought that their chances of survival dropped each second they stayed on his land.

Were they right? Probably.

Australia scrolled down on his phone as he rounded a corner, footsteps puncturing the silence on the strangely vacant street. He wasn't too far away from the building where the meeting was being held, so he decided that a nice walk would do him some good. He loved the sunshine that enveloped the quiet suburb and the warm breeze that passed every so often.

It was a peaceful day. Which meant it'd be ruined shortly.

As Australia walked, a sudden cold blocked out the warmth of the sun. He'd been so lost in thought that he'd almost missed the presence of another nation near him. The nation couldn't have been more than a block or so away, so Australia strolled to a building and leant his back against it to wait. It would be nice for one of his friends to join him to the meeting, especially when it was in his country.

No, he wasn't lonely, what gave you that idea?

"Hello Australia," Russia said cheerfully, rounding the corner.

Australia thought it was impressive that Russia was somehow still in a massive coat, jacket, and scarf, considering that it was the middle of his summer.

What an absolute legend.

"G'day Russia," Australia said, ignoring how much taller Russia was than him when they started to walk side-by-side. It wasn't often Australia felt short, and now was one of those rare times.

"How have you been?" Russia asked. "It has been a while since you and America have tried to prank me."

"Oh, yeah, same old," Australia neglected to inform Russia that they'd stopped because of the murderous looks Belarus had been giving them… murderous. "Yourself?"

"Oh, I have been well." Russia said pleasantly.

The two continued their polite conversation for some time, Australia eventually noticing that they we're on the verge of being late, and consequently leading them through a few shadier back-streets. Now, this would usually be a bad idea… and it still was, who just goes into a shady alley and doesn't think they'll get murdered?

These guys.

"Put your hands up and gimme all your money!"

Ah, perfect timing.

Australia and Russia stopped in their tracks and turned around slowly. At the sight of Russia, the lady trying to rob them went as pale as… well, Russia. Her eyes went comically wide, but the grip on her knife stayed firm, and soon enough, a few more people come to back her up with varying degrees of violent intent.

"I said give us all your money or I'll kill you!" She shouted again.

Australia folded his arms, "Bold of you to assume I have money."

"Bold of you to assume I can die," Russia chipped in.

The small crowd of muggers looked at each other in confusion.

"Didn't you hear her?" A gaunt looking older man said. "Give us your shit or you're dead!"

"Hmm, what about it Aus?" Russia turned to Australia with a mock-considering expression on his face. "Should we hand them our shit?"

"Nah, I think dying would be more fun," Australia said, nodding.

"Agreed," Russia turned back to the alley-way. "I get to pop into hell again."

"Crikey, I was wondering how James was doing," Australia slapped his forehead. "How's eternal punishment treating him?"

"Oh he is well," Russia said conversationally. "Sometimes it's a little hot, but he's used to it."

"Are you two crazy or something?!" Someone cried.

"Most definitely," the two confirm.

"C'mon, let's just knock 'em out and steal their stuff!" One prompted.

"How funny that you assume you can knock us out," Russia smiled.

"You guys are gold with all these jokes," Australia agreed.

Now, the small mob of people holding various weapons were very confused. These two guys, not a day over their mid twenties, were facing the possibility of death like it was an everyday occurrence.

What the fuck?

"The hell is wrong with you two?" The first lady asks.

"A lot of things," Australia admits.

"You could write a novel." Russia pitches in.

"Or maybe an anime series."

"We should ask Japan about that."

"True- speaking of such, we really need to go, nice meeting you!"

And the two walked away, chatting about the pleasantries of eternal damnation, leaving some really fucking confused robbers behind.