Retiles are fun

Summary: England visits Australia and sees some wildlife.

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"I mean honestly who keeps a bear in their house. At least his brother keeps his pets outside." England was doing what he did best, ranting.

"Humm." Australia was doing what he did best, pretending to listen to England while scanning the horizon for anything interesting.

Currently the odd pair was walking along Australia's northern coast. England had wanted to get away from everything and decided he hadn't seen Australia in a while not to mention Australia was as far away from everything as he could get.

"And how does a bear grow from the size of a stuffed animal to twice the size of an adult, is that even possible? That bear of yours doesn't grow dose it?" Apparently England had recently had a bed experience with Canada's Polar bear.

"Kazoo isn't a bear he's a koala and no they don't change sizes at random." Was that something moving over there?

"What's the difference between a bear and a Koala they look almost alike." Despite all his travels England had rarely taken an interest in the local wildlife.

"A Koala is a marsupial and a bear is a… hey what's that?" Australia ran off into the distance after something England couldn't see. Why was it that every nation he had ever raised have a short attention span.

Honestly every nation he raised, completely on his own was hyperactive and had a short attention span. When he found a nation that was already grown they were normal enough.

India and Egypt were perfectly sane and had creepy amounts of self control. Even when someone else helped raise them they didn't end up hyper. Canada spent the first part of his life with France and he was incredibly subdued. Well if you ignored Hokey and the polar bear.

Yet the ones he raised with no intervention ended up hyperactive crazy and with attention spans that made gold fish look bright.

"Hey England look what I found." Childish they were childish to. Finally he looked up to see what his wild child had found this time and fell backwards with a scream.

Standing before him was Australia holding a fully grown crocodile. The thing had to be at least three meters long (around 10 feet) and weigh almost four hundred kilos (around a 1000lb). It didn't help that Australia was holding it so England could get the best view of its head, sharp teeth and all, it didn't look happy.

"Hey England are you ok?" Australia was a bit worried, the older nation had taken one look at the croc and fell on to the ground with a shriek.

"Yes, yes I'm fine you just startled me is all." That crocodile didn't look happy; of course he didn't know a reptile that would be happy being held like a puppy.

"Oh that's good and you might not want to move." Was that crocodile leering at him?

"Why would I not want to move?" What now.

"Well there's a death adder by your head." Slowly England glanced to the side only to see a brownish colored snake glaring at him from a few feet away.

For the next ten minutes England would lay stiff in the dirt listening to Australia make cooing noises to the highly venomous snake. The crocodile looking rather resigned as it dangled from one of the Australians arms. England spent this time to wonder what he had done to deserve this.

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