The meeting was going on pretty much as it always did, noisily, but at least they seemed to be making progress. That is, until England's proper speech turned into a shrill shriek. Greece jerked awake, slamming his head on Turkey's head, which had been resting on his shoulder, waking him up too. All of the countries stared at England, who was now hiding behind America.
"Australia!" England cried, half demandingly, half pleadingly. He pointed a finger accusingly at a large spider sitting on the podium, on top of his notes. "That's one of yours, isn't it?" America blanched at the huge spider and backed up several steps, while Canada conveniently disappeared. Italy burst into tears at the sight of it and hid behind Germany, who looked rather as though he'd like to keep that spider as far away as possible. Austria and France looked quite sick, and Prussian started bugging Spain to poke it with a stick.
Switzerland had enough and slammed his hands on the table. "Well?" He demanded sensibly. "Someone should just kill it already!" Despite his strong words, he made no move to get closer to the spider, killing intent or not. "NOOOO!" Australia wailed, throwing himself forward and carefully gathering the spider in his bare hands. "This little bloke is cute and won't hurt anyone! " The spider, contrary to his words, then proceeded to bite him, causing his hand to instantly start swelling and turn red. For a moment, Australia didn't seem to notice, still beaming at the spider.
Then New Zealand pointed a finger shakily at the affected area and weakly said. "Um, Australia, your hand is..." Australia glanced down at his hand, processing the information, then loudly swore. Within moments, Australia changed his whole demeanour. He threw the spider on the floor, and stomped on it mercilessly, then spat on it derisively.
"What?" He asked, seeing England's horrified look. "I can always get a new one. And he deserved it, that bugger." He beamed again as though he hadn't just coldly disposed of something he had called cute moments before. England scolded him, brave in the absence of the spider. "I've told you time and time again, to leave your weird poisonous animals at your place!" Australia pouted. "It's just a small funnel spider. no need to throw a fit, mate."
Egypt quietly offered Australia an ointment for his swollen hand, and Australia thankfully accepted. England pinched his nose and sighed. "at least there aren't anymore." he said. Australia froze while applying the ointment. England froze too, noticing this. "There aren't any more, right Australia?" His tone was tense. Australia rubbed the back of his neck, guiltily.
"Well, I can't just bring one, can I?" He said with a sheepish grin. "But its okay!" he defended before Switzerland lost it and shot him. "I have him here in his case!" He held up an empty case, and the smile faltered on his face as he noticed the open lid. "Ah."
The meeting room descended into chaos. Above all the various screams, Switzerland's shooting, and the Italy brother's crying , was heard England's outraged voice. "AUSTRALIA!"
