A/N: Image//art above is not made by me, it belongs to it's proper owner who i forgot the name of, so fuck-

Just know, that the image//art above is not by me.

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Now, remember how most of the other encounters happenned? Yeah, Well, for the most part, it was atleast two or more countryhumans, no? Guess what.

Australia was alone.

Which would've been fine... If he hadnt landed in Wy's backyard.

And of course, Wy was quite offended when she saw somebody intruding onto HER backyard, so she began shouting at the man.

And the fact that Sealand popped out of the bushes, stopping by to say 'hi' did not help to calm her. However, Sealand saw Australia, and instantly joined in in the shouting.

"Oi, here, have a chokkie, or some lollies, jus' please back down, wi'ya?!" Australia boomed, slightly confused as to why a boy dressed up as a sailor, and a girl were shouting at him. Quite frankly, Australia had no idea as to HOW he even got here- but he did know that he was being bitten by a small garden snake he had accidentally stepped on...

Australia- bless his animal loving heart- picked the furious snake up, examined the snake for any possible damage caused by his foot, and deeming that the snake was only shook, thus the bite, Australia gently pushed the snake back into a bush. He did that, all the meanwhile giving out the chocolate and candy treats.

Those quickly vanished into pockets and mouths of the two kid-sized countries. The 'bribe' as the author, the very shitty writer known as me, will call those treats a bribe for a small agreement to temporary peace and the capacity to speak whilst being slightly calmer then before, even, possibly, that the bribe would lead to Australia forming a friendship with Wy and Sealand. 

Well, that's what Australia hoped.

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. me and my brother, doing a nerf gun war (YES, YOU HAVING THE AUTO FIRE FUN WHILE I HAVE A THREE SHOT CAPACITY GUN IS UNFAIR) .

Finally, after much discussion, the three decided to get on a boat; Wy wouldn't stay on Australia's land (though she didnt mind her own mini bit of land) and Sealand quite honestly didnt mind, as long as he made new friends. Australia was telling stories about how this tarantula once crawled onto his arm, and America had been screaming his heart out, being extremely worried;

"-and then my brother, America, was screaming like that one time when his sta-"

"Did you say America? Who are you?" Asked the little sailor boy.

"Ay, that I did. I'm Australia. G'day, mate!" Australia smiled, leaning his back against the railing of the boat. He instantly earned a hurricane of insults from Wy. 

"And you are?"

"If you really are that bugger Australia, then you should know who I am!" Wy  stopped to glance at Australia, who had his eyes wide open, hoping for an answer; "...Principality of Wy"

"Ay, I see why you're so pissed off at me, lad! No wucka's, our Wy is also constantly a wee bit pissed with me. Who wants to hear about how I once got bit by an anaconda?"

Sealand grinned.

"Recognize me as a country! And Sure!"

Australia ignored the request for recognition.

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"Germany, you have everybody's number, right? For work and stuff, no?"

"Yes, why?"

"Call them all, see where they all are, will ya?"

"America, can't you do that yourself?"

"Well, I would, but I am also considered as an ass to many of the other countries."

"Russia thought of you as an ass 9 years ago, and look at you now, your gettiing fucked by him, and you had a kid with him. Next time, tell me if I have a nephew, will you?"

"Kazahkstan, my man, watch the language around the kid, please?"

"Fine."

And all of a sudden, rather loud typing can be heard.

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Australia was just finishing another story about that time he had to save Canada, who had accidentally offended a kangaroo due to America shoving the Canadian (as a joke) right into a kangaroo.

All of a sudden, Australia's phone chimed, and buzzed slightly, vibratingthe phone just a bit, indicating that, 1; he forgot to turn off his notifications, and 2; he had received a text.

Looking down at the phone, he could see that Germany- how did the German get his number again?- had created a group chat- all countries being invited to the chat, and then, Germany had pinged everybody.

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Germany:

@ everybody

Hello. To all those who read this, do stop by at *insert address*.

Currently, America, Ukraine, Russia, Kazahkstan and myself are situated here. Along with a group of four humans who claim to be Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, and Russia. Do hurry, and if you meet any humans along the way who claim to be countries, do bring them along.

Danke!

Japan:

Ok, Germany-san!

South Korea: 

Japan, where are you???

North Korea:

Stop panicking, I do not want a brother who has an anxiety or heart attack. Nor do I wish to deal with you as you're hyperventilating.

South Korea: 

Aww! You called me 'brother'!

Italy: 

On that note, my father is currently recovering from a heart attack. But if he came along, does anybody know where M. Third Reich and M. USSR are currently? Also, the moment I find a car, I'll drive right over.

Germany: 

NEIN

South Korea: 

NO

Japan: 

Dont, Italy-san.

Australia: 

Mate, you are incapable of driving without crashing into something. And I'm speaking from first hand experience.

Canada: 

I second what Aussie said. Please, Italy, don't drive. I am sorry If I seem rude for saying this, but you are a  horrible driver.

Peru: 

Dont.

Italy: 

Rude much? Atleast Canada was polite about it.

America: 

Hey, I have all of your contacts now!

Cuba

Get lost.

Finland: 

I am blocking you.

North Korea: 

Me as well. China, where are you.

China: 

In an Ikea.

Denmark:

 And I'm in a legoland.

North Korea:

Nobody asked.

Australia:

Well, seems like you're in yer own personal paradis, ey, mate?

Norway: 

Get me the hell out of where ever I am. Why am I in a f****ing nightclub! No, lady, no, you cannot touch me there!

France: 

Well, good to see that I am not the only one who is now being sexually harrassed.

British tea crumpets: 

WHO.

America: 

...I'm wheezing so much rn, help-

British tea crumpets: 

America, we will talk about the name changing and hacking into my phone later.

Russia: 

Faidceyt poypsze orico

America: 

Russia, go back to sleep.

Mexico:

Is he drunk?

Amsterdam:

I am asking myself that as well.

Kenya:

Just get to the meeting place, man.

Moldova:

The Russian is not drunk. Trust me, I have seen him drunk before. He handles his alcohol well, and normally passes out when exceeding his limit. Which happens rarely.

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Australia grinned.

"Well then, ya wee ankle biters! We're going on a trip!" Australia shouted, picking up both Wy and Sealand, bringing the two to an old sailboat that was attached to the ship, just in case.

The Australian ignored the desperate cries for help, and the requests of; "Release us right now, you git!" as he set up the main sail, both jibs, and bam! with the rudder put in it's proper place, and all the knots securing the sails, the trio set off. With one shouting child, one pouting girl, and one happy looking Australian sailor, with strong winds blowing and pushing the sails, they set off towards the docks of the nearest land to find the closest airport.

And as they were sailing, (cause they had gone so far out into the ocean that it would take atleast thirty minutes, with good winds, to get to the nearest ports) Australia began to sing, tapping his feet along to the beat;

"Farewell to old England forever, Farewell to my rum coes as well!"

As he was singing, Wy turned her head to stare, her glare still staying glued to her face, even if she did like the song. Sealand started humming along, not knowing the lyrics, but the beat and rythm being rather easy to pick up on and catch.

"Farewell to the well known old Bailey, where I used to cut such a swell..."