Hetalia One Shots

Shenanigans Down Under - Australia

Art not mine lol.

"The world is wicked Jett, bad people live everywhere." Those were the words Arthur had told him. "I'll protect you Jett, but you must be strong too. I need help sometimes too, understood?" How could such a serious conversation happen over a cup of tea? The young boy stared down into the chipped cup, the steam warming his face. Arthur looked out of place in Jett's home, he sat with a leg crossed over the other and wore a green suit. Jett's home was a shabby wooden place, but it was home. Jett heard stories, about grand palaces and extravagant mansions overseas. Arthur often reminded the young boy that he was his colony. 

Jett and his little brother often spent their days playing together in fields, they played games such as tag and hide-and-seek as their father watched over from a distance. One day, Zack disappeared. Jett's younger sheep curl haired brother stopped visiting. 

Jett continued to stare into the cup of tea his father made. Arthur stood up suddenly, and asked Jett to follow him. The young boy placed his cup on the table and followed the tall bushy eyebrowed man. Arthur walked to the door, he kneeled down and placed a hand on Jett's shoulder. His green eyes stared intensely into Jett's own eyes. "I have to return to my own country, I'll come back and visit soon, ok?" 

Jett's eyes filled with tears. It was all so sudden and unexpected. Arthur placed a small locket in Jett's tiny hands and left. 

Zack sighed, scratching the ear of the small sheep beside him. Jett's home was virtually unchanged, and Jett himself was the same boy at heart. "Look, I don't appreciate you trying to sell me on eBay" Zack said, his green eyes full of sadness. The tall Australian man burst into laughter, "the look on your face is absolutely priceless mate!" Zack's cheeks flushed red, the sheep bleated in annoyance. "It's not funny!" Jett continued to laugh as he brought a plate of laminations to the table. "Are you seriously using the same plates? Arthur would have a fit if he saw this!" Zack remarked. A wide grin formed on Jett's freckled face, causing little dimples to form on his cheeks. "I'd love to see his reaction. Hey, maybe I could send some emus over to his place?" 

"Don't you remember the emu war, brother?" 

"Shut your mouth kiwi! The drop bears will eat that sheep of yours in a minute!" 

That's how it was always with the Kirkland boys. Constant back and forth like that. Zack doesn't really remember why Jett ended up the way he was. In Jett's younger days he was obedient, but something stirred inside him. Was it the riches the boy became exposed to? Was it the world he came in contact with? It was all a mystery to Zack. "Hey Zack, can you stop reminding me about the emu war?" Jett asked, shoving a Lamington into his mouth. "Yeah nah" Zack started, "unless you give me credit for making pavlova." Jett nearly choked on the food in his mouth, he swallowed it, so he didn't die and burst out laughing. "Aw mate. Dream on!" 

"Right mate, so, what if we made Vegemite flavoured pavlova" Jett began thinking out loud. Zack had never felt more offended in his life. "Bro. You can offend me, but you can't disgrace the pavlova like that!" 

"My pav, my rules."

Zack and Jett usually spent a lot of time together. Being so faraway from England they usually looked out for each other.

Zack admired his older brother. Zack and Jett had similar beginnings, both being raised by England and relying heavily on agriculture. While Zack was quietly tending to his flock, Jett was making a name for himself and dancing on the worlds stage. Even now, Jett is still the more famous of the brothers. 

Jett and Zack stood together through thick and thin, they fought alongside together courageously and protected their lands, their beliefs and each other's. But even so, they still squabble over a dessert. 

"But hey, at least we invented Lamingtons." Jett said, shoving another one into his mouth. 

One day, another man came to visit Jett and Zack. He was tall, loud and Jett was desperate to tell him the tale of drop bears. This man was Alfred F Jones. "Hi guys! The hero has arrived!" Alfred announced, stepping through the wooden door of Australia's home. Zack nearly spilt his cup of tea, Alfred was uninvited after all. "G'day Alfred, glad did the drop bears didn't eat Mr Hero on the way here!" Jett exclaimed. Alfred's confident smile slipped away, his youthful face had a look of fear, his blue eyes full of terror. "Drop bears?" Alfred gasped. Jett nodded, his lip quivered, he was trying so hard to remain serious. "They spend all their days up in trees, and when a dumb foreigner walks past they jump down and rip your face off!" Zack sighed, as the American man was genuinely in fear. 

Alfred never visited Australia again.