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Edited: 6/11/2018. Thank you to CaraIsTrash for picking up on my spelling error, you are amazing!
"So it is a war! I knew it!" America shouted as soon as Australia hung up on them.
Another meeting had been held to discuss the situation in Australia, they were all concerned about the Oceanic nation. So all of those that were close to Australia had showed up, except for the micro-nations. New Zealand, however was just trying to remain oblivious, he knew full well what was happening but after he was cornered by the others it was getting really hard to keep Australia's secret. He really needed to learn how to say no to his older brother, but until he learnt his lesson, he was now trying to discreetly sneak out of the room.
"Calm down America, I'm sure Australia isn't at war. It's hard to hide something like that non?" France corrected.
"You heard the gunshots dude! And Aus has been acting super shifty ever since that world meeting. And as the hero and his best friend I am going to find out what he's hiding." Proclaimed America.
It was true, the evidence was all there. Most of them had tried to call Australia's boss to ask what's going on, but he kept ignoring their calls. Which many weren't surprised by, they had met Australia's boss and he didn't bother to hide how he felt about working with personifications, particularly his own. And Australia sounded nervous, he never did, have you seen the things he gets up to? He wrestles crocs and handles highly venomous and deadly creatures in such a causal manner, so why was he acting nervous on the phone? He was only nervous when he knew he was going to be lectured, or if he was unsure and had underestimated a situation.
"Could it be another Emu war?" Canada asked in his usual whisper like voice. But no ne really seemed to hear him.
"He couldn't possible hide the fact that he was at war easily," England replied to former little brother, still irritated that his oldest son had rudely hung up on him. "It's the 21st century, things like that couldn't go unknown America."
But America ignored them.
"It's totally obvious that he's at war. And it's obviously Russia he's at war with." America accused, giving the said European nation a look. Several other nations just rolled their eyes, it wasn't surprising that America would accuse Russia, the two were known for their tension.
"What? Why do you assume me?" Russia asked with a childlike confusion, tilting his head to the side.
"It's simple dude, he sounded freaked and with your reputation and with you whole 'Become one with me' crap it's kinda hard not to suspect you dude."
"I doubt it's Russia," Germany denied, "Vhy would he be here if it was?"
But even with Germany stating the obvious, it seemed to roll over America's head. He was now glaring over at Russia before addressing Germany.
"Uh Spys?" America stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Russia totally has people to do all of that. Haven't you seen all of those action spy movies?"
"Mein Gott you're an idiot."
"Could we not perhaps try to call Australia again?" Japan asked. Thinking that, that was the more logical answer.
Japan pulled out his own phone and searched through his contacts list until he found Australia's name. He set the phone on speaker and waited to see if the older Oceanic nation would answer. Unfortunately, the call went straight to Australia's voice mail.
Needless to say, the gathering of concerned nations argued back and forth on what's going on and what they should do. Amidst of the chaos around them, England has spotted his youngest curly hair son trying to sneak out of the room unnoticed, almost as if he was desperately trying to keep something hidden.
"Hold it," England called over to New Zealand. The younger nation looked like a sheep caught in the headlights, he froze his hand just hovering over the handle of the door. "Where do you think you're going?"
New Zealand spun around and sighed, knowing that he'd been caught, as England approached him with a raised eyebrow. Looks like New Zealand's chances of escaping were over.
"You know something don't you?" Was all England had to say by looking at the nervous and guilty expression on the Kiwi's face.
"W-What? No, of course not," New Zealand's eyes shifted around the room. He was trying his best to keep his brother's secret, but it was hard with the scrutiny of his father's gaze.
America appeared behind England's shoulder and looked at his nephew, who he considered to be a brother. "You totally know something dude! Why else would you be trying to ditch. How come Aus told you his secret and not me."
"He didn't have a choice in telling me, I found out." New Zealand froze when the words escaped his lips before he could stop them. Now everyone would know that he knew what was going on with Australia, he just hoped no one heard him so he tried to change the subject. "I wasn't ditching…I was uh…"
But New Zealand stumbled and tripped over his words as he tried to come up with something believable, man was it hard to keep Australia's secret.
"New Zealand, just say what your brother is doing?" England spoke impatiently. He looked irritated but New Zealand could see the spark of worry in his identical green eyes. His voice went a little softer as he continues, "He's alright, isn't he?"
New Zealand hesitated. The conflict he was waging in his mind was telling him he should tell them, but in loyalty to his brother he still wanted to keep the secret. But what if Australia got hurt and no one else would know, hearing those gunshots and all of that noise made him terribly worried for Australia. That was the thought that made him settle on his decision.
"Lad, just tell us," Scotland said as he, Wales and the Irish siblings stood next to their younger brother.
New Zealand sighed in defeat. He just hoped that Australia wouldn't be too annoyed.
"Well, you remember all of those backpacker murders?"
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Australia groaned in pain as he rolled his head to the side to try and move his stiff neck. The smell of smoke and petrol assaulted his nose and the ringing in his ears didn't help his pounding head. He peeled his green eyes open and blinked to clear his eyes of any dust that was stirred up in the crash. He spat out the blood that accumulated in his mouth from the split in his lip. He coughed as he inhaled some of the dust and smoke, which was a mistake because his chest ached terribly which meant that some of his ribs were most likely bruised from where his seatbelt was restraining him.
Bascially, his whole body hurt, it felt as if he had just been hit by a car, which wasn't far off from falling from a cliff. He noticed that his body felt heavy, almost as if he was being suspended by something. Looking around once his vision had settled, he soon came to the realisation that the car was upside down and that his seatbelt was the thing keeping him hanging upside down. Which would probably explain why the blood was rushing to his head.
Australia noticed his phone was lying on the roof of the car. He extended his arm, wincing in pain as he did so, until he had the object in his grasp. The phone had a large crack running through the screen and when he tried to turn it on, all he got was a black screen except for the randomly coloured pixels in the corner. Long story short, it was broken.
Australia sighed and threw it over his shoulder, it landed with a thud somewhere in the back. He would be able to get another one easily enough. Unfortunately, it just meant that he was on his own with no contact whatsoever, which wasn't an ideal position to be in when he was in the middle of nowhere with a person known for coming up with imaginative ways to kill his victims, great.
He proceeded to unbuckle his seat belt, which he will admit, he probably should have thought that through properly. Without the gravity of the seatbelt holding him in place he had fell. He yelped in pain when he landed on his side amongst the pieces of shattered glass, which left more cuts and scratches on his arms and legs. His ankle had started to throb in agony when it hit the ground, which meant that it must have been sprained, well at least he hoped it was sprained. It would take quicker to heal if it was only a sprain compared to if it was broken.
"Okay," Australia spoke to himself through gritted teeth, "Didn't think that part through."
He wasn't too concerned about the pain, it would heal soon anyway, but until it did, it was still hurt and be a pain to deal with, literally. He could safely say, out of all the crazy and reckless things he had done, being run off the road was not one of them, until now. And he didn't want to go through that experience again.
Australia began his slow and painful crawl out of the wreckage. He tried his best to navigate through the glass littering the ceiling of the car, but he still ended up getting small glass fragments imbedded into his hands. He was almost out of the car until he noticed in the shattered side-view mirror, the figure of Mick Taylor standing just staring at the wreckage.
The murderer was just standing at the edge of the hill, looking down at the car wreck that Australia was in, it looked as if the man was satisfied with himself because he couldn't see Australia, as the nation was hidden from view. He assumed that he had succeeded in killing Australia. Maybe Australia should just hide out in the wreckage for a little while until Mick leaves, it would raise a lot of suspicion if Mick was to see him crawl out with only minimal injuries.
But in that shattered mirror, Australia noticed that Mick had dropped something, it was hard to see through the cracked reflection, but he could kinda make out the shape and size. Whatever it was it looked small and round, to be honest it looked like a lit cigarette. But a lit cigarette combined with leaking petrol only meant- oh.
"You've got to be freaking kidding. This bloke's off his rocker." Australia commented. Looks like he had no choice but to reveal himself.
He divided out of the wreckage and landed in the gravelly and course dirt. The rocks only scraped his arms and legs, making the cuts worse and the glass implant itself deeper. The sudden movement also made his ankle ache further, but an ankle injury was easier to deal with and healed quicker than being set on fire, he had bushfires and that was close enough to that experience.
The lit cigarette had just touched the car as Australia jumped out of the way, and raised his arms once again to shield his face as the car was suddenly engulfed in flames as the fuel had been set alight. Pieces of debris went flying in all directions as the thick black smoke billowed from the wreckage. Australia panted as the surge of adrenaline left his body, making him feel even more exhausted.
Australia glanced up at Mick, who was watching the whole thing unfold from above, his once satisfied smirk twisted into a scowl of rage and slight confusion. Australia had expected for Mick to launch another surprise attack, but it never came. Instead Mick only turned and walked away.
Australia didn't have the energy to go after him at the moment, and something told him that no matter where he went Mick wouldn't be too far behind. So, the hunter became the hunted, or however the saying goes, he couldn't remember.
Australia pulled himself up into a sitting position and he looked over his hands. He winced at their state. Several pieces of glass were deeply imbedded into the skin and blood was pouring out. Taking a couple of deep breaths to prepare himself, he grasped a shard of glass between his fingers.
He hissed and gasped in pain as he pulled a particularly large piece and threw it on the ground next to him, the clear transparent material was stained crimson with his blood. He repeated the same process with the other pieces, and after a lot of painful winces and a small pile of glass later he had finally de-glassed his hands. He watched as the cuts started to heal right before him.
It left him with a horrid thought. He'd have to be careful in the future about getting injured. A normal human wouldn't have been able to survive a crash like that, let alone escape with minimal injuries. Australia knew that, and he could almost guarantee that Mick also knew that.
Australia's gaze flickered up to the car that was still on fire. The fire crackled and licked the vehicle, melting the tires and scorching the paint. Making the once silver paint turn an ash black.
"I'm so dead," Australia muttered. It was true, his boss would probably kill him for wrecking the car, even if it technically wasn't his fault.
At least something good came out of Australia's current predicament, he was on foot, which just so happened to be his element. As he would travel for days on end with Steve around is home when he only bore the appearance of a five-year-old. So he knew what to expect from the harsh land and what to do.
Well one thing about surviving the outback was that water was a top priority, and he knew just where to find some. The aboriginal tribe he grew up with had instructed him on where water can be found it there's no billabong nearby.
Australia slowly and carefully stood up, being mindful of his injured ankle, he started to limp off into the distance.
He walked for who knows how long, but every time he would come to a large rock he would crouch down and run his fingers along the surface. When he wasn't satisfied with the rock he would continue on his way.
Then he had found the rock he was looking for. It was a decent sixed rock that had a flat surface, the thing that made this rock different from the rest was the carved lines he had felt on the surface. A circle was carved into the rock, with several other smaller ones carved inside, it was meant to represent a water ripple. They were called Gnamma holes and. Australia knelt down and pushed the rock to the side to reveal a hole filled with water. The water wasn't filled to the top, but it was deep enough for his to cup his hands together and take a drink from the cool water. It should help to heal his injuries faster now that he was hydrated.
Australia sat down next to the Gnamma hole, deep in thought. He didn't really know what he was going to do now. Just wait for Mick to stick his head up again? He didn't particularly feel comfortable in giving Mick the upper hand and being dependent on him making his appearance again, even if it was only until Australia caught him. If only he knew where Mick was hiding.
He stared out on the horizon, the sun was beginning to set, so he should really think of his next plan of attack. However, something small was crawling towards the water source. It was a little lizard that was looking for a drink of water.
Australia watched as it fell into the water, the poor creature struggled as it couldn't swim very well. Australia let out an amused laugh as he reached over to scoop up the cute lizard. He gently let the lizard crawl from his hand back onto dry land.
"Wouldn't want you to get stuck under there, I never would have found ya otherwise," Australia smiled as he closed the hole back up, so no more animals could fall in and not be able to get out.
The smile slipped off his face as his mind fully registered on the words that he had just spoken. Realisation hit him like a kangaroo kick to the stomach.
"He's under something," Australia breathed in realisation. His mind flicked back to what he saw on the map.
The only thing on the map that was underground that couldn't be seen above ground as easily, was the old abandoned mine.
Australia grinned. He had him.
So Mick is hiding out in the old abandoned mine? Will Australia be able to get there with no trouble? And since the other nations now know what Australia is doing, will they be happy when they find out? What do you think they'd have to say about it?
The Gnamma Holes, are actually something that the Aboriginal people used to locate water. The rock would be a flat slab shape and a water ripple is carved into it, it was a way to be able to drink water in the dry and hot outback.
Until next time!