It's finally here, after all this time waiting! I'm really sorry! I'd blame it on schoolwork, but let's face it: I'm a procrastinator.

Thank you very much to Alana-kittychan for giving me information and stories about Australia!

Disclaimer- Do I own this series? HE-YALL no!

Australia, Part 1- Out in the Outback.

And so, as time passed and it wasn't long before the date arrived for the next World Meeting. The nations all got on planes and gathered together in the host country/continent.

"Alrightie mates!" Australia (1) said to the nations when they had all arrived, flashing a grin. "Let's begin with a trip to the outback!"

"Yeah! I'm gonna get baby back ribs!" said the self-proclaimed "Hero".

"He didn't mean that Outback®….bloody idiot…." The Hero's ex-older brother said.

The nations got onto a bus that drove them from the airport to a preserve in the outback. Before they reached their stop, there was a small incident…

Feliciano was stuck in the back of the bus (he usually rode in the front during car trips) and it wasn't long before his face started to turn green.

"Ve~eh…Ludwig…I don't feel so good…."

"I told you not to read while we were in a vehicle."

"But it was a great cookbook on pasta dishes! I couldn't put it down!" He then put his hand over his mouth. "P…pull over…"

The driver quickly stopped at a gas station. Feliciano got up too fast and felt dizzy. He walked/stumbled out of the car and put his hand on the wall. Ludwig nearly leaped off the bus and into the gas station.

"I got the keys!"

"Too late…." He had gotten sick all over right next to the bathroom door.

"….."

"Clean up on aisle three!" Gilbert announced.

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After that quick detour they continued on their way to the outback. They finally arrived at Uluru-Kata Tjuta where several animals were running, crawling and hopping around.

"They look friendly but don't underestimate them." Australia said. "They can be bloody dangerous."

-To break the fourth wall for a second, do you actually think they're going to listen?-

Peter was playing with a little Joey, hopping around with it. The mama kangaroo was standing close by as she watched over her child. The tiny nation than went over to the mama and looked at her curiously.

"How does he fit in here desu yo?" Peter asked as he stuck his hand into her pouch to see how much room was in there. The kangaroo just stood there calmly, being the patient mother she was.

"Wow! There's a lot more room in here than I thought desu yo!" He climbed up and plopped himself inside it. "Look at me Fin-papa, Su-papa desu yo! I'm a Joey desu yo!"

Without warning, the kangaroo suddenly started to hop away, her baby following after her. Tino and Berwald chased after her and quickly caught her. They scooped out the micronation who did not seem as shaken up as they were. In fact, he still looked as happy as ever, if not happier.

"I was almost kidnapped by a kangaroo desu yo!" He said excitedly.

Meanwhile, Lovino was enjoying a sandwich for lunch when an emu walked by and stole it right out of his hands with its beak.

"Hey! Gimme back my lunch!" He shouted.

-To break the forth wall again, as Alana-kittychan has advised, whatever you do, you do NOT want to mess with an Emu. They are damn huge and VERY fast. They also happen to be the world's 2nd largest breed. Now, let's see if this hot headed Italian knows this piece of information-

Lovino immediately began chasing after the bird.

"Now that's what I call dash and dine!" Alfred said with a big smile on his face.

Everyone else groaned and/or face palmed.

The emu ate up the sandwich as it ran. Once he was finished, he turned around and saw the brown haired man chasing him, nearly out of breath.

"That…was…my…lunch…you…stupid…bird!" He weakly hit the emu's wing then put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

The big bird (2) blinked then shuffled his feet, looking like he was getting ready to charge. Lovino yelped and ran away, having found his burst of energy.

"ANTONIOOOOOOOOOO! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He screamed as he ran away from the emu chasing him in hot pursuit.

Thinking fast, Antonio scattered crumbs of his churro around and scooped Lovino up, holding him the way a husband carries his new bride over the threshold. The emu stopped, looked at the crumbs and pecked at them.

Antonio looked at Lovino, who was clinging to his shirt, and smiled. "Now you're safe mi pequeño Romano."

"Y..yeah…now let go of me, bastard!" He squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Ahh, but your face is so cute! Like a tomate rojo brillante!" He put his forehead to the Italian and nuzzles.

"I think I preferred the bird!"

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After lunch, the nation followed Australia to a gigantic red rock.

"This is Ayers Rock, called Uluru in the Pitjantjatjara language."

"HEY EVERYONE!" a familiar voice called from the top of the rock.

Ludwig groaned

"I am Gilbert, King of the Rock! (3)" The awesome nation stoop tall and proud on top of the rock, hands on his hips. He then bent down and picked up a small rock. "And I got an awesome souvenir!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, bloke." Australia warned. "There's a legend that if you take anything from the rock, you'll be cursed."

"Ha! Yeah right! Even if there was a curse, my awesomeness would cancel the curse out." He said as he smiled triumphantly and climbed down the mountain. As was about three quarters down, he suddenly slipped and fell down the rest of the way. "Owwww…" He groaned, rubbing his head.

"Told ya."

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The sun was setting as they traveled back in the bus to a restaurant for dinner.

"Tonight we'll be eating Aussie style."

"We gonna have shrimp on the barby, mate?" Alfred said, saying the only Australian slang he knew.

"Nah, but we will be having dog's eyes, vedgies, muddies, and crocodile meat."

"…" The nations looked a little confused. Ok, they looked very confused.

"Ha ha! Guess you guys don't get my slang! Dog's eyes means meat pies, vedgies are vegetables, and muddies are mud crabs."

"Ah, I see." Roderich said. "Then, is crocodile meat code for something?"

"Nope. It's real crocodile meat"

His face turned as green as a crocodile.

"As long as I get Australian beer I'll eat anything!" Gilbert said, raising his fist in the air.

"It's most likely better than English cooking." Lovino whispered to his brother, who nodded in agreement.

"What was that?" The aforementioned Englishman glared at them.

"Don't be such chickens; it's good! Kangaroo meat is good too."

"Mr. Australia. I once heard you are what you eat. So if that's true, you a kangaroo?"

Australia smiled. "Yup!" He hopped off the bus once it was parked.

"So Francis is a frog!" Arthur smirked. "I always knew it."

The Frenchman turned his nose up. "Then you are the intestines of a pig."

Matthew sighed as he held Kumajirou close to him. "Can you two ever get along?"

"Who said that?"

After getting off the bus they headed into the restaurant. Each section of the table had a portion of meat and vegetables for those at the table to share. After trying the crocodile meat, every nation agreed it was delicious. And once dinner was over, they headed to the hotel for the night. Gilbert got drunk and sang Australian folk songs as he had one arm over his younger brother's shoulder.

"Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,

You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,

And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,

You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me."

Ludwig groaned. "My older brother, ladies and gentlemen." He said sarcastically.

"You sound so proud." Roderich replied just as sarcastically.

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(1) He doesn't have a human name yet, but I think he should be named Bruce. Anyone else agree with me?

(2) No relation to the one who lives on Sesame Street ®….I think.

(3) Guess the movie!