When the world comes crashing down {WIP} |COUNTRY HUMANS|

A day in the life of a country.

Australia stood in front of the sink in his bathroom, studying his body. He sighed, pulled out the bandages and tape, and got to work. Australia was easily scarred, and once he was wounded, they barely ever faded away. He had big burn marks and bruises all over his neck, bite marks from animals all over his arms and legs, big gash wounds all over his shoulders and torso from previous and current wars and on his face he had a burn mark on his left cheek and a deep cut on the bridge of his nose. None of them had healed. They were all raw and still hurt, but he continued with his life like they weren't there. Slowly, he unwrapped each wound, then grabbed new dressings. He taped a gause to his face, wrapped his body and neck in bandages and put a koala and kangaroo Band Aid onto his nose. Unlike the rest of his family (except New Zealand) he had fairly tan skin that had freckles around his nose and cheeks. He also had one blue eye, and one brown eye. He wore his ANZAC hat, with cargo shorts and a white singlet. He gave up trying to hide his scars years ago. Besides, it sparked conversation. He walked out into the living room, through extravagant halls to see his family. His father, France and America looked so alike. All three had pale skin, America's slightly darker, with blonde hair (France and Britain's greying) and bright blue eyes. Two had dark circles under their eyes, the other had his sunglasses on top of his head. Britain's hair was neat and short, France's was long and well kept, and America's hair short and looked like he had woken up and smoothed it down with water and his hand.

He then looked to Canada, he had pale skin and blue eyes like the others, yet his face was littered with freckles everywhere and he had brown hair. Not brown, maybe more a dark orange, Australia thought. He then looked to his sister. Now she was the outsider in the family. The only girl in the family apart from Aunty England. Australia could remember what she looked like before she was adopted. New Zealand used to have tanned Samoan skin, long brown curly hair and brown eyes. Now, she looked exactly the same, but she had two blonde streaks in the front of her hair which she had tied up in a ponytail with a headband holding back the two blonde strands loose. He walked over, sat down, and looked towards the others. Britain and America weren't fighting like they used to. France looked happy speaking in french to Canada, and New Zealand just looked at Australia with a smirk.

"Alright dear brother, I have a proposition for you." She spoke in a posh british accent. That caught the attention of the others, stopping their conversations.

"Of course, my darling sister, what is it you would like to propose to me?"

She dropped the accent. "A game of footy. If I win, you keep Tangaroa in your room away from all your snakes and crocodiles and shit when I'm away for 2 weeks." Tangaroa was Kiwi's little Kiwi bird. That was her only pet. Australia owns 34 different animals, his favourite was his Australian Shepard named Digger.

"If I win, Tangaroa stays with my dog next to me in my bed, and you shout a macca's run." America, Canada and France shot confused looks to Britain, who understood his son completely.

"He means that New Zealand would pay for his food at McDonald's."

They both glanced to the others, America looked like he was going to ask if he could join in when Kiwi spoke. "Deal."

It was a win-win situation for Tangaroa, but for Kiwi, she'd lose money. Australia just got an added bonus of macca's. They went outside, it was hot and the bright green grass was a little damp from the irrigation system. Canada and America asked if they could join, then France asked if he could as well.

"Dad, can you please play?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure New Zealand, it may ruin my suit." He adjusted his jacket.

"So change, mon amour." Britain sighed, then turned around, went into the house and changed into a soccer uniform. When he came back out, they were all confused. France wasn't though.