Chapter One

Even in the great depression, when money was hard to come by and times where harder than ever, nature was still nature.

As cruel and dangerous as always. And nothing could change that.

The year was 1932, and things where, to say the least, ruff. And England wasn't helping the Australian economy. More and more people stuffed because of it.

And through out all of it, Australia could only watch. He really wanted to blame America for all of this, but it really wasn't he's fault.

And with barley anyone to blame, Australia could only wait for the hard times to end.

It didn't effect him personally. He always lived in the outback away from cites. On he's own terms. But he couldn't deny the hardship his people where going through. And of course he loved his people, even if he didn't spend much time with them. But what could he do? Nothing much. Just wait it out...

Then... he heard about the emus attacking farms. What would happen is, a emu brakes though a fence and eats most of the crops, then the rabbits, or any other kind of pest, finishes the job.

This was nothing new, but coupled with the fact that it was happening to mainly The Great war veterans, in the middle of a economy crash, made this all the more aggravating to Australia.

He'd known that letting the veterans stay there wouldn't be best for them. But he HAD to help them in some kind of way. And this was a real blow to them.

But, what do soldiers do when their homes are attached? They fight back! And that's exactly what they did. In fact, they toke it up straight to the military. Like any good Australian does.

So of course, who would be more on board with this then Australia himself?

It was around 3:50 P.M.. And was just as hot as any Australian day would normally be. The dirt was a dry orange brown, with shades of yellow mixed in. The dark blue sky above contrasted the look though. And everywhere one looked they see tiny dry brushes around. Mainly to remind a passer by that life was still vary much so present.

Laying down on the dry dirt belly down was Australia. Beside him was a old long rifle from around the early 1800th century. He was wearing a thin white shirt and American style blue genes. Along with a green vest and hiking boots. Mostly he was just looking around himself.

There wasn't any army near him, listening to his every command. No, he always went alone, he needed no body. And if anyone was going to kill his national bird, it better be him...

Well... there was one person besides him. His friendly yet small neighbor New Zealand.

Australia hasn't asked for him to be there. If was funny actually- right before the war started Australia told England- and only England, that he was going to war with the emus. And oddly a week later New Zealand showed up asking to come along for the hunt. How did he even hear about it?

Australia wasn't exactly against he's friend coming along for the ride. He was nice too talk too. But killing animals wasn't exactly New Zealand's specialty.

But hear he was, and he seemed hear to stay. Unlike Australia New Zealand was standing up. Looking rather tried.

The two of them had been on the hunt for five hours now. And both of them needed to get out of the merciless sun.

"Australia, don't you think we should ambush somewhere else? It's rather open hear ya know." New Zealand asked- or more like yelled, which killed any ambush feelings left in Australia. "Umm," Australia thought for a second. Then he lifted his stomach off the warm ground. "Your probably right. This hasn't been all that great of a stop." Australia said, rather put out. "How about you and me move base to a mor-"

Right as Australia was about to finish his sentence, in the far off Harrison was a adult emu coming closer...

Chapter Two

"Shoot!" As quick as a flash Australia ducked back down. And hand moistened too New Zealand to do the same.

Honestly, Australia wasn't sure about the gun he was using. It was a Pattern 1853 Enfield rifle, and he didn't know how well it could shoot from a distance. It was a English gun after all. But the Emu in his site was about thirty to twenty six feet was, so this wasn't the hardest shot Australia had ever made.

Carefully Australia focused on the bird ahead of him, aimed and...

Hit!

The bullet hit in the emu's belly. Right when it was going down to eat.

But just as Australia got up to celebrate, the Emu started running away.

"What- Ah!" Quickly Australia throw his gun back up and toke two more shots before the Emu was out of sight.

"Ahh! I'm a Dill!" Australia yelled, neatly throwing his rifle to the ground. "Bloody hell was I thinking!? Ah shot in the gun doesn't mean much to a emu! Should have been quicker!"

As Australia was pacing in circles ranting to himself about himself, New Zealand was crouched on the ground looking up at him with both indifference and slight fear. "I'm betting near by they'll be a hole heard of the things. Just wait for it." New Zealand spoke calmly and slowly as Australia looked back to him.

"I know..." he said, putting one of his hands in his pocket. "Let's try and find some another spot for us to hunt." Australia said, as he started to walk on. "Well you know," New Zealand started. "Maybe the bullet it toke will kill if later on." Then he clarified, " Not that I want the poor thing to suffer."

...

The rest of the daylight hours where spent mainly of walking around the hot sun. Nothing was seen or done. Still it was almost night. And as the sky turned purple the two men started on their way back, rather defeated.

On the dirt road that yelled to the war camp, the sun setting behind them, Australia suddenly stoped.

"Hm? What's wrong?" New Zealand asked as he shall Australia looking down to the left. Australia bent down to get a closer look at it, then sat back up and started looking around them. "What's wrong Australia?" New Zealand asked again. "There's crap all around hear." Australia stated. "Ok..." New Zealand started. "Does it really matter?" Australia waved a hand. "It's Emu poop. All of it is, I can tell." Australia turned around to him smiling.

" That means emus have been a around hear a lot lately." Australia said grinning. New Zealand smiles back at him. " Their really gonna get it tomorrow."

Chapter three

New Zealand really didn't know what to make of this war.

He didn't even want to be hear. But he was told too, so there was only so much he could do.

Couldn't the farmers just take care of the emus themselves? But he and Australia had been out hear hunting for a while now, and not a single emu killed. So maybe war was necessary. As stupid as that was.

Today the hole world felt like it was going to melt. The blazing sun lit everything yellow, the shadows where a dark orange. If it was up to New Zealand that morning, he would have set up camp closer to the south. Of course, that wasn't where the battle was. But it was so much cooler there!

The good news was that when Australia found poop yesterday night, he was adamant about them waiting near that spot. And he was right!

It was about 2:00 P.M. on a Monday. The two where sat near a average sized pond (where Australia found the poop early) and on the other end of the pond was around 15 emus drinking and resting. They where far away anuff that the two could easily shoot any of them, but far away anuff that they didn't scare them off.

"Look at them Zealand." Australia whispered. "I'd bet their all thirsty after a long day of eating my farmers's crops! Bunch of Bludgers." He sounded genuinely mad at them. New Zealand scooted over some. Australia looked over at him, rather excited. "Your gun ready?"

New Zealand nosed and pulled out his gun. It was a M1918 Browning Automatic rifle, it was mostly gray in color and of good size. Because it was automatic, Australia had a stand for it. He didn't need a stand himself, but he felt New Zealand did given he's size.

"Get a ready to fire." Australia said laying belly down along side New Zealand, to he's right. "On the count of three..."

"One... Two... Three! Let her rip!"

The power of the bullets was so strong that the first two emus fell before they could even react. But unfortunately, Australia wasn't wrong when he thought that New Zealand would have a hard time with that rifle, and he keep hitting the ground right below the emus's feet and sending dust up into the air, making it so much harder for Australia to shoot. But unlike a flock of city birds, every emu ran in a different direction at a fast past. Still before long all had went out of sight or died.

Australia stopped the gun and soon New Zealand fan out of bullets. "Haha! Take that scoundrels!" Australia jumped up off the ground whilst grinning wide. "We really showed them!"

New Zealand slowly moved up into a upright pose and looked over to the other side of the pond. There was only 4 dead emus out of 15. New Zealand wanted to point out how this wasn't all that much of a win, but Australia was laughing and smiling like a dork, so New Zealand didn't have it in him. "Wonder how my troops are doing? Their all gonna be happy to know how where doing!"

The two countries gathered up the bodies and carried them and the rifles back to camp under the blazing sun.

Next chapter

It had been five weeks since Australia's not so successful hunt, and he barely killed any more. In that time span he only managed to kill 6 more emus. And yesterday he decided to go check on he's troops out on the real battlefields, and aplenty they weren't doing to swell either.

In fact, they had wasted so many bullets that the government was getting ready to call the emus the winners! Australia couldn't have that at all!

This was going to be he's finally attempt to kill as many as he could. And this time, he had a real plan.

It was around 5:40 P.M. in the day, things where calming down and the night was coming soon. The unbearable heat had went down till most of the land had a thin shade over it.

A large Hurd of emus was gathered around the vary same pond as the last 'big' kill. Far away Australia watched them eagerly. But he didn't have any guns on hand, New Zealand did. And right now, New Zealand Sat shaking on top of Australia's run down car holding now one, but two machine guns with him on he's sides. Australia leaned on the car below.

"I don't care what my governor says, I'll get as many of troughs little beasts as I want to!" Australia said to himself. "The ro-roof's to slick Australia! Please rethink this!" New Zealand cried. "Too late!" And Australia opened the car door and jumped in, slammed the door shut behind him, almost knocking New Zealand right off.

Australia looked ahead of him, making sure the emus where right in he's line of dirt road. "Ya ready Zealand?" "Umm... No." "Got the guns loaded?" "Yes... But that's not th-" "Great! Blast em Zealand!- when where in site!"

Before New Zealand could say anymore the car burst into life and heralded itself to the dry dirt road.

The closer the car got the bumper and ruffer the road got on the wheels. New Zealand barely stayed on top!

The emus drinking at the pond barely had time to register what was coming before the car at record speeds lit the ground up with bullets.

The lighting strikes came closer and closer to each emu before they finally hit their target! The emus at the back, in horror jumped up and was getting ready to run!

Then on cue, the bullets started aiming for the left with large amounts. The emus seeing that all toke a turn for the right. And like clockwork the car followed them along for the ride.

The bullets keeping the emus in the middle with one gun to the right and one to the left. All the poor creatures where stuck in the middle, no where to run that wouldn't lead to death.

New Zealand could fall off the car at any moment. The only thing keeping the two guns in different directions was Zealand's strong grip. But with them bumping up and down with every shot, New Zealand could barely hold on much longer.

"Fire!" Australia called from inside the car. On that command the lighting strikes started closing in on the remaining emus. Panic started charging in.

One of the smaller emus ran out of energy to keep running and gave into death. He dropped to the ground and the car ran him over with a loud 'Bump!' Making the hole thing shake harshly.

Suddenly the bullets to the right swung left, hitting about four emus as the gun to the right and left where thrown off the car, along with their holder.

To the left of the car Australia heard a loud thump, and fearing the worst he turned a hard left, leaving the remaining emus to run off injured as he turned away.

The car was so unbelievably fast, that by the time he finally turned around he was so far away from the man on the ground that he could barely tell that was a man at all.

Quickly the car sped back, and stopped about 11 feet away from the accident. Australia jumped out the car and slammed it behind him, a horrified look on he's face. "NEW ZEALAND!" He cried as Australia ran up to him.

The two guns had dropped to the ground, one broken and the other justed ran out of ammo. New Zealand laided on the ground, he's back to him. Looking at the ground.

"Hey mate! Are you ok!?" Australia asked eyes wide. He shock New Zealand's shoulder and still didn't look back at him.

"Come on, come on buddy, get up! Please tell me your fine!" He's voice hit a higher pitch then before. Slowly New Zealand slumped over to Australia's detection, New Zealand's eyes weren't open and he's mouth was slightly ajar.

"Hey, Hey! Oh God please say something..." New Zealand's brown shirt and black vest had light blood splatter all around them, seemingly coming from the gut. "Come on! Heal up! Your a country. Mate, get up!"

"...Australia?..." New Zealand's eyes never opened, but he still spoke. "Yes! I'm hear. Are you ok? Tell me your ok!" Australia nearly smiled. "... Fuck you..."

... Australia's eyes widen and was silent for a second, till he broke out in laughter. He stood up holding he chest he was laughing so hard. "Yeah, I'm a little shit." He held he's hand out to the not so amused New Zealand. "Let's get out of this place."

In the following days, the Australian government declared the emus the winners of the bloody war. Despite a large amount of dead emus, it didn't combat the amount there was, and it was for all accounts a waste of time and bullets. In the end, Australian farmers just ended up using better fences.

How Australia got throw World war two is anybody's guess. Don't ask me.

The End.

(Hope you enjoyed the story! I had really had fun writing the last part. It was a hole lot of fun, really. If you got any ideas for a next story, please write your ideas below. I'm not picky. See you later my dudes! Have a cool day! Watch for emus!"

Note that this story is a little old, it was the first story posted on my Wattpad account, seems like a long time ago huh? Anyway have a nice day you all, bye.