Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Wolf Creek.
Australia pulled over on the side of the road, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. There wasn't anyone around for miles, so he didn't have to worry about incoming traffic. He had been driving around all day trying to find where Mick had gone. After he had helped the Japanese tourists from the pub he had followed them from a distance, just to make sure that they got to their destination all right. Because he didn't trust that Mick would have left them alone after his previously missed chance at killing them. But once Australia had gotten back to the bar, Mick had been long gone and no one seemed to know where he went.
So if no one knew where he was, he'd have to find out himself.
He let out a sigh, if only he could sense a human like he could with other nations. It'd make his job a hell of a lot easier, but instead, he'd have to do it the hard way. Australia reached over to the glove box on the passenger side and pulled out a map. He folded it over the steering wheel, so he could get a full look at the local area.
His tired eyes scanned the printed images on the map. He hadn't slept in a couple of days so he would love to rest for a little, or at least down some pretty strong coffee to keep him awake. But he'd gone longer without sleep before, so he'd be able to deal. Australia tried to focus back on the task at hand, he just wanted to get this over and done with so he could go back to his normal life, well as normal as a personification's life could get.
After luring all of those tourists back to his hide out Mick would have to store the cars somewhere. Could it be possible for Mick to hide over one hundred cars without detection?
Clearly it was if no one was able to find it. Maybe his hide out was a used car rental place, it would help him pick up tourists. But even then, why wouldn't he just kill them there? However, it was his best bet. So Australia checked the map for any car rentals in the nearby area, he came up empty handed.
Finding the map had little to no use he just scrunched it up into a ball and threw it somewhere in the back seat. All that was on the map was bars, the odd service station and the old abandoned mine, nothing helpful. Australia rubbed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of fatigue and the stinging feeling going away for a little while.
"It makes no sense," Australia spoke to himself out loud, "No one can just disappear. Well, no one besides Canada."
So until he managed to find a good lead he was back to square one, driving around to the tourist hotspots until Mick stuck his head up.
Australia noticed a noise in the distance, it sounded like a vehicle was coming from behind him. It was strange because Australia was sure that no one really came out this far very often. The Australian nation turns his gaze into the rear-view mirror to get a glimpse of the approaching car. It was a blue ute with four head lights on the top, as well as a large roo bar.
The car looked to be approaching the direction that Australia was, and it appeared to be doing so at a really high speed. Australia rolls his eyes, thinking that it was just some teenagers that decided to go for a joy ride.
"Just because the coppers aren't around they all decide to speed." Australia muttered to himself. He tore his gaze to look out at the distance beside him in thought, they had better not hit one of his animals.
It wasn't an uncommon thing for people to drive at crazy speeds in the outback part of his home, but this person was doing well over 100km/h. Australia narrowed his eyes as a sudden thought came to him, he tore his gaze away from the window to look back up at the rear-view mirror.
Something wasn't right.
The speed that the car was driving at, wasn't the only thing that gained his attention. The car appeared to be driving in the middle of the small and narrow road. If it didn't move over it would surely collide with Australia's car, and he didn't think his boss would be happy about that.
Surely the person would move over. But it didn't. It seemed persistent to stay where it was. Sighing, Australia turned the keys to start up the car again, he veered off to the side, making room for the speeding car to drive through without the risk of collision.
Australia expected for the car to just drive past, but instead it did the complete opposite. Instead of remaining on its straight path, it had also altered its course so it was back aligned with Australia. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, something was up.
He turned around in his seat to get a better look at the approaching car. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the driver. Well, looks like he didn't need to worry about finding Mick, it appeared that Mick was coming to him.
"Bloody hell, this guy's even more crazy than I thought," Australia commented as he once again started his car back up, "He can't still be hung up on that tourist thing?"
He moved just in time to avoid being hit by Mick's car. Australia had managed to get back on the road and had to also put pressure on the accelerator to avoid being rear-ended. He glanced up at the rear-view mirror and noticed that Mick was still chasing him, in a much bigger car than the one that he was given. He could see the maniacal glee that flashed in Mick's eyes, as if he enjoyed the little high-speed chase knowing that he had the person that stole his kill on the run.
Australia drove, with Mick not far behind him, until they approached a road that lead up and around a hillside. At normal speeds it would take a lot of concentration and focus to be able to drive without falling over the edge, but at the speed that Australia was made to travel at, it made driving all the more difficult.
Could this day get any worse?
Apparently it could, as luck wasn't in the poor Aussie's favour. A loud vibrating noise followed by a ringtone filled the car. It made Australia jump in surprise, as the only thing that he was concentrating on was out driving the crazed psycho determined to run him over.
He glanced at the caller ID and cursed under his breath. He considered ignoring the call, but that would only lead to very unpleasant results later on. With one hand still on the steering wheel, with his free hand Australia placed the phone on speaker and sat it on the dashboard. Maybe he should just stop the car and let Mick drive over the top of him, it would be a more painless experience than the one he was about to receive.
"G'day Dad," Australia greeted. He tried to sound as normal as possible, well as normal as one could get when they were being chased by a psychotic murderer. "Listen, I'm kinda busy at the moment, could you call back late-"
"Don't you dare hang up on me!"
Australia groaned, now was not really the best time for a lecture.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?!" England demanded.
What am I 5? Australia thought as he glanced up at the rear-view mirror and increased his speed, "I think I have an idea."
"You have missed the last meeting! You cannot go around skipping meetings when you don't feel like attending, I raised you better than this," England lectured over the phone, "And your boss won't answer any of my calls regarding the meeting. What the bloody hell are you doing on that land of yours?"
"I thought I had a pass for that." Australia argued back. He was positive that he had given it to Germany the other day.
Australia turned his head to see how far away Mick was, he wasn't all that far but there was a bit of distance between them, it made Australia feel a little bit better. But it appears that Mick was going for a different tactic, he was driving to the side of Australia's car in an attempt to try and ram into him.
"Seriously? Now you move." Australia muttered under his breath, forgetting he was on speaker.
"What was that?" England asked
"Uh Nothing, carry on. You were talking about a meeting?" Australia tried his best to distract the older nation's attention away from what he was doing.
When Mick's wheels came close in contact with Australia's, the nation released some of the pressure from the accelerator so he could fall behind for a little bit. It worked, as Mick didn't expect Australia to make the move which now placed him in front of the Australian nation. Australia made a sharp u-turn to swing the car around and started to drive back the way they came from, he just wanted to get off the hillside. It was getting hard to focus on keeping the steering wheel steady and not losing control with speeds over 120 km/h, as well as talking on the phone.
"Well you didn't have a pass for the commonwealth meeting! Care to explain?"
Australia mentally cursed, he had completely forgotten about the meeting. But that was supposed to be a week from the world meeting that he missed. Strewth! Had it really been that long?
"Not really. Can this wait? It's really not the best time mate," Australia tried once again to end the call, but the sharp voice on the other end told him otherwise.
"Too bad," England dismissed. Australia could feel the glare from his father through the phone.
"Whatever you are doing is not as important as your responsibilities as a nation. You are old enough that I shouldn't have to remind you of that! When you neglect your responsibilities you-"
"Make my country look bad which reflects onto my leader, no matter how much he deserves it, I know, it's not like you've said it fifty million times already." Australia already had the lecture memorised since he was a little ankle biter.
"Well I wouldn't have to say it 'fifty million times' if you just listened the first time. And another thing-"
Australia, already bored with the lectures and scolding, decided to tune out his dad's rant to instead formulate a plan to put some more distance between him and Mick. Unfortunately, Australia was coming up empty handed, there was nothing except the steep drop to the side of him.
However, when Australia looked back up to check how close Mick was, he found that Mick was slowing down. Australia tilted his head in confusion, was he giving up?
Australia kept driving for a couple more minutes just to keep the distance between them, because he would feel safer if he was nowhere near Mick. When he saw no sign of Mick since he had made the u-turn he eventually slowed to a stop, parking the car near the edge of the hill. He opened the door and got out of the car. The rocks and gravel crunched as he walked a couple of steps away from the car to peer out into the distance.
It couldn't be possible. Why would Mick just give up? He was known for his persistence, was the whole car chase just to try and scare Australia away from investigating further? Or maybe Mick didn't see the point in continuing the chase, as he wasn't getting anywhere.
"Alright, where'd ya go?" Australia mumbled out loud. His thick eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion and mild suspicion. He raised his arm to shield his eyes from the sun, so he could get a better glimpse around the dusty and dry horizon. But still nothing.
But his attention was brought back to the voice shouting profanities at him through his phone.
"Shit," Australia muttered and hurried back over to his car to retrieve the phone he had completely forgotten all about. He could only pray that his dad hadn't heard too much of the noise. Australia brought the phone to his ear, his eyes however, never stopped scanning the terrain all around him in case of a surprise attack. He could also hear the faint voices of some of the other nations in the background on England's side of the phone.
Australia nervously laughed, "Sorry, bad reception I couldn't hear what you said."
"Damn right you should be sorry! What the bloody hell was all that noise? Are you near a road?"
"Something like that." Was all Australia replied with. It was getting harder the more he talked to keep his cover a secret. If it was blown, his boss would certainly not be happy, and Australia would really only like to have one person yelling at him at a time.
"Well you haven't explained why you missed the other meeting, you better have a damn good excuse."
"Uh…" Australia stumbled, it's not like he really had a contingency plan so he fell back on the lie that he had to make at the world meeting, "Would you believe me if I said it was because of the parasite?"
"No," England stated firmly, "Because as it so happens, there is no record of your latest discovered parasite. Care to explain why you not only lied but also why your boss isn't responding to any of us?"
Australia hesitated with his answer, he didn't like being put on the spot like that and found that he couldn't come up with something decent and believable to say.
"Is Zea there? Could you put him on."
Australia eventually heard the phone being shifted to his brother, who was smart enough to take the phone off speaker so the other nations couldn't overhear. England figured that New Zealand may have better luck with getting answers out of Australia, so he handed the phone over without saying anything.
"You told England?!" Australia hissed the accusation down the phone, when he knew that it was safe to talk.
Australia had torn his gaze away from the road to glare heatedly at the rocky soil beneath him. He knew that New Zealand had trouble keeping things to himself if they were potentially dangerous and most often meant trouble, but he didn't think his brother would actually snitch on him.
"I swear I didn't tell him!" New Zealand defended, "The others cornered me asking for information, they could tell I was hiding something and that you had lied. Canada had searched up the documentation for newly discovered animals and couldn't find the parasite. Then they tried to call your boss to get information but he won't answer, so England called you."
While New Zealand rambled on, Australia breathed a sigh of relief at the knowledge that they hadn't found out what he was doing. Otherwise his boss would surely kill him if the others had found out, all because that he wants to make himself look good and that things in Australia are nothing but good.
"How's it going?" New Zealand asked vaguely, so the others couldn't piece things together. But it was enough for Australia to understand what he meant.
"Well he's interesting, I'll give him that. He-"
But Australia didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.
He was interrupted by a bullet hitting and shattering his side-view mirror, which was only a few inches from where he was standing. It made Australia jump in surprise, he would have been able to see it coming if his attention wasn't distracted. There was really only one person it could be firing at him.
"And now he's pissed." Australia muttered.
"Bro what was that? It sounded like a gunshot?" Came the worried and anxious voice of New Zealand.
Australia wasted no time in getting back into his car to avoid getting shot at, years' worth of being shot at in wars had made him automatically alert and he knew he had to move. Because any injury that he sustained would be hard to explain at how quick it healed, so one could imagine that a bullet to the head would be even harder to explain.
"Jett Kirkland, you will tell me what in heaven's name you are doing or so help me!" England's voice filtered back through the phone.
Ah the human name, that was never good. Even though England sounded furious, Australia could hear the underlining of worry mixed in.
Another bullet shattered the back window, cutting off any reply that Australia had. He instinctively ducked as a shower of glass rained down. Australia really didn't have time for this conversation any longer, he didn't even have time to have it in the first place.
"Sorry England nice chattin' to ya, But I really gotta go, bye!" Without waiting for a reply Australia hung up and chucked his phone on the seat beside him.
Australia tried to turn the key to start the car back up. But it wouldn't start. Looking over his shoulder he saw Mick barrelling towards him at tremendous speed. Trying once again, the car wouldn't start. Australia looked down at the fuel gauge. Empty.
Of bloody course it was empty. It was like he was in one of those cliched horror movies that America always insists on watching. If it was any other time, Australia would have laughed at the irony of it all, but for the moment, he settled on hitting his fist against the steering wheel in frustration. He should have known that driving at such high speeds would have drained the fuel quicker.
Australia contemplated getting out of the car and making a run for it. But he knew, even with his higher than normal endurance, he still wouldn't be able to outrun Mick in the car for long. But it was better than nothing. Australia moved to open his door to jump out of the way.
But it was too late.
He felt the collision where Mick rammed his car into the side of his own. The force of the impact was enough to send the car with Australia in it over the edge.
Australia had tried to shield his face as best as he could while the car rolled and thrashed around as it descended down the hill. The glass in the front window broke, the shards left cuts all over his arms, but thankfully most of it missed his face. He could remember the taste of dust and a metallic substance in his mouth as the last thing he remembered was the hard impact of the car, with him inside, hitting the ground. Then everything was black.
Happy Halloween guys! Sorry I left it on a cliff-hanger (literally XD). The car chase scene may look familiar, I was recently re-watching Wolf Creek 2 and I was inspired by the car/truck chase scene in that, so I tried to write something similar.
So I hope this turned out okay, I had to watch the scene over and over again to make sure I got everything right, if I didn't or any other mistakes in general please let me know. I think I described Mick's car, I had to google and image of it and I asked my mum what kind of car it was and she just said a ute, so hopefully it is XD.