TBH this was an excuse to write Australia again, because he's a cutie and I don't give him enough love...

Enjoy! ;)

"It's raining."

"In Britain? Oh my stars, call the queen and tell her I love her, the world is ending!"

Scotland poked England rather hard in the ribs at that comment, making the southerner groan a little through a chuckle, "Okay, fine, why do you mention it?"

"I want a holiday."

England raised an eyebrow, "To where, everywhere here is-"

"No, no, I was thinking somewhere... different."

"Different?"

Scotland nodded, a slightly thoughtful expression on his face, "Do you think Australia would let us borrow a beach for a bit?"

England snorted loudly, "If you try to use a beach in Australia you'll burn like a baby, and I will not be the one rubbing after-sun all over you."

"Fine then, what do you suggest?"

"Remind me again how we ended up in Australia?" England asked, as the two of them finally passed through Australia's... slightly terrifying border security (the two of them had seen enough shitty TV shows to know exactly what happens when you try to bring bees into the country).

"Because your suggestions were shit, and Australia was kind enough to give us full access of his beach house," Scotland replied, checking his watch, "We're making quite good time actually, did he say if he was picking us up or meeting us there?"

"He was pi-"

"Hey mates!"

"Picking us up."

"Why is your place so hot?" England groaned, as he fanned himself with the book he'd previously been reading.

Australia raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk on his face, "Y'know, you've had the same complaint since you first colonized, makes me wonder why you did in the first place sometimes." England opened his mouth to reply, a smile coming to his face, before Australia interrupted him, "And don't you dare go for the obvious 'I needed somewhere to put my convicts' joke!"

England looked up at him, snorting out a laugh, "Would I ever?"

"Yes, you would you bloody pommy, now get in the water, that's what you're here for isn't it?"

England shook his head, "It's what Scotland dragged me here for. I came for the terrifying wildlife and unbearable heat, obviously."

Australia smiled a little too widely at that, "Well, keep going on and I might just summon that wildlife!" his smile dropped, "Speaking of Scotland, where is he?"

England laid back on his towel, shifting his feet so they were out of the sun, "He said something about finding some tea, I still can't believe you don't have any."

Australia rolled his eyes, "Why would I, I hardly ever drink it."

"Hey shit for brains!"

"Oh, speak of the devil." The two turned around to see Scotland walking down the beach, a towel and a cooler in each hand, "Did you find tea?"

Scotland shook his head, "No, they only had coffee at the corner shop, but they did have beer, so I bought that instead."

"Good shout, lob me one over?"

He placed the cooler and towel down under the remaining shade of the umbrella, plucking out two bottles of beer and tossing one to each of the other men, who chorused their thanks, popping the caps with their teeth and took a simultaneous swig. Australia finished first, smiling wryly at England, "So Scotland's here, now will you get in the water?"

Scotland snorted, "I doubt it, the lad never learned to swim."

England huffed irritably, "I never had the need!"

Scotland raised his bottle to his mouth, "Sure thing, sweetheart, whatever you say."

"You can stop acting so high and mighty, I-"

"Wait, wait, you mean you never taught him? What kind of big brother were you?" Australia asked, through a laugh.

"This may come as news to you, laddie, but England used to be the kind of little shit who tried to do everything on his own," Scotland sighed, "Even if that mean falling from a tree and breaking his spine."

"That happened once, and I'll have you know that the village-folk were a lot more supportive than you were!"

"I offered to help you down."

"I didn't need the help."

"Well, clearly you did."

"That sounds like the time I rode a wild kangaroo, and..." Australia chuckled, his chuckle turning to full out laughter at the look of horror that appeared on England's face, "He-"

"Scotland doesn't need to hear that story!"

"No! Now he has to tell me!"

"He most certainly does not!"

"I rode it into-"

"Australia!"

"Into the camp, ri-"

At this point, Australia found himself tackled by one extremely flustered Brit, as the other laughed from the sidelines. The flustered one placed a hand over his mouth, scowling at him, "Australia, I swear-"

"What?" he laughed, raising an eyebrow, after licking England's hand to make him let go, something he'd learned as a child was extremely effective at doing so, disregarding the sand he got in his mouth, it was a familiar feeling, "You're gonna send me to my room?"

"No! But so help me I will find something!"

Needless to say, Australia shut up after that, but as soon as England found himself asleep in the heat of the day, Australia successfully shared the story of how England had gotten a concussion singlehandedly trying to remove a wild kangaroo from their camp. It is also needless to say, I think, that when England woke up, he was suitably teased, and Scotland was suitably covered in the remains of England's warm beer.