"Jesus...oz...drive careful!" she muttered as his extremely dirty jeep sped up there drive way; they were almost at Australia's house in Alice Springs.

"It's the road..." Australia smiled and took a swig of his beer and continued driving across the driveway which consisted of rocks.

She rolled her eyes; drinking while driving = responsible in australian

The drove up to a medium sized house, it was made of pale bricks which were covered with a thin layer of orange dust. The tall eucalyptuses trees casted a patterned shadow across the house.

She smiled; it was an old house, it was the house where she had practically grew up. Went she was a kid she hated being alone so she spent a lot of time with Oz and this was his favourite house too. It was beside a small forest which had lots of wildlife to explore.

This house was where she had her first steps, words and kiss. A kiss she would never forget, it was a kiss that she had shared with a man she thought she loved; Britain. She shook away the thoughts of the man that had broken her heart all those years ago.

So many other memories were kept in this house; this is the place kids should grow up. She swatted away the thought of her soon-to-be motherhood.

Australia pulled the car up under the poorly build garage which was not even a garage; it was four planks of wood holding up a roof.

He jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for her. She stumbled out of the high rinsed car, her sheep dog barked manically at a small dingo which lingered around the outside of the house. She gasped at the un-familiar dog like animal.

"Oi! Beat it!" Australia shouted at the orange dog which quickly bolted at Australia's loud voice.

She walked/waddled up too the door and pushed it open.

The screen door swung back and banged against the wall. She deeply inhaled the smell of her old home; dirt and carpet, a mix made in heaven she thought.

Australia smiled at the sight of his house; he missed this house so much and it was a joyful sight.

He flicked the light switch: nothing.

A groan escaped his lips.

"I forgot to tell the power company we were coming back..." he swiftly turned out the door and began walking back to the car.

"Could you wait here babe?" he swiftly ran back to her and kissed her on the cheek before getting back in his jeep.

"I'll be back in 30 minutes!" he shouted out the window as he backed up down the drive way. She listened as the heavy car screeched off down the gravely road.

She stepped inside, the sheep dog quickly ran past her; barking loudly. It was obviously panicked at something inside the house; she prayed it wasn't a crocodile or snake.

"What's wrong?" she quickly followed the Border collie as it ran down the hall and bolted into the bedroom.

The dog jumped up and barked at Britain as he stood in the bed room. She jumped forward and yanked on the dog's collar; it tried to jump out of her grasp and growled loudly at Britain.

She pushed the mental dog out the bed room door and slammed in behind her.

The dog barked a scratched at the door; desperate to protect its owner from the strange man it their house.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she turned to the English man who was nursing a small bite he got from her dog.

"I-I came to see you...France told me you were here..." he stepped forward; she stepped back away from him, furious at him.

"It doesn't mean you can break into Australia's house and come into my room!" she growled at him; if this was 20 years ago she wouldn't have dreamed of yelling at him.

"I know...It was appalling behaviour.." He lowered his head; a small smiled plagued her lips. He was so different from her or Australia; he was civilized.

"You shouldn't have come...Australia will kill you..." she finally stepped forward, the dog still barked loudly at the door.

"I know...but you need to hear this, in person..." he stepped forward; he shakily reached out to touch her face. She angrily slapped his hand away.

"Go on then..." she snapped at him.

"Ok...I want you to know that...no matter whose baby that is...i will always be here for you...as a friend or...more..." he spoke softly; her voice hitched in her throat. Not what was expected from him.

"B-Britain...you know we can never be more than friends..." she felt his sadness, it was poisoning the atmosphere.

"Why? You told me you loved me once..." he stepped forward again, his body looming intimidatingly over her. Her heart was slowly sinking; remembering that day.

"And you told me that I wasn't the girl for you!" she growled at him, he nodded slowly. She could feel her heart re-breaking.

"I know what I said...and I regretted it every day.." he placed his hand on her cheek, she smiled slightly and leaned into the warm hand of the man she was once boarder-line obsessed with.

"I love Australia..." she spoke softly, no matter what Britain could do; she would always love Australia and he knew it.

"I know...but I just want a second chance...you are the perfect girl...I was blind back then..." his voice was pained. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek lovingly; her mind raced.

"No...I can't..." she whimpered, Britain was pulling her deeper into the stress that already consumed her.

"I just want a chance...I failed at raising America...I just want to be the perfect dad..." he whimpered, his blond hair set a shadow over his green eyes. Her heart was slowly breaking; why me? I wasn't a bad person? What did I do to deserve this?' He was so upset; so devastated.

"Britain...don't make this harder...please..." she brushed his hair out of his face.

"I think...I love you..." he leaned forward and pressed his nose against hers.

He gently rubbed his noes against hers. She gasped, taken back by the fact that he would take the time to learn an act of affection in Maori culture which was something he would scold her for doing as a child.

"D-don't..." she said in a whisper, fearful that he might listen.

He tilted his head so their lips met. They kissed, she didn't fight back like he expected.

He kissed her a lot differently than Australia, Oz's kisses were playfully and cheerful while Britain was more careful; like a gentleman. He leaned forward while caused her back to press up against the wall. He laced his fingers around her golden locks and used them to draw her closer.

She loved his scent; it was a mixture of tea, newspaper and burnt toast. It was a new smell but it wasn't in anyway bad. She lifted her hands so the wrapped around the back of his neck and brought him closer.

He pushed his tongue against her lips, not forcing it in but asking for her permission which she granted. She playfully traced her tongue across his which caused him to shiver slightly.

'I love Australia' she thought, then why was she kissing back.

A small gasp escaped her lips and she roughly shoved him off of her.

"Zea..." he reached out to touch her, she leaned away.

"Please leave..." she lowered her head; he didn't argue. Knowing that he had already confused her enough. He nodded slightly but she didn't look up too him.

She listened as he stumbled out the window; not wanting to come face to face with her sheep dog.

The gentle murmur of a Rolls Royce cruised off down the driveway. Her breath was slow and pained; depression began to consume her whole body. It slowly grasped her very soul and pulled her to the ground. She sank to her knees; a blank expression covered her normally happy face.

The dog had finally stopped barking and was now whining loudly at the silence of it's master.

Life was beginning to get hard, really hard and she was beguning to wonder if it was even worth it.

A flash of reflective metal came from under the bed; she tilted her head to see a large butcher knife. She smiled and gripped the wooden handle, she had put the knife under their as a kid.

She was always scared that some big bad Australian monster would attack her in the night so it was there as protection. She admired the sharp blade which seemed very appealing. She looked down at the bulge that stuck out of her stomach.

Hatred filled her body, hatred for her own child.

It had caused all her problems, it had hurt the ones she cared about the most and was going to ruin her life. She watched the knife carefully, staring at the reflection of herself.

The knife could fix it all.

'Maybe I can end it now...'

OKAY!

I got that Idea of britains confession from a review i got! Yeah. I had this idea that like 20 years ago New Zealand had a huge crush on Britain but he didnt fell the same way and broke her heart.

For all you non-new zealander readers when Britain was pressing his nose against hers thats called Hongi (breath of life), its a greeting.

Ok i know i said the last chapter was the last time to vote but this is the last time to vote!

Reviews are really nice...not hinting...but they are XD