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Just a quick drabble for the world cup, it's the semi final match between NZ and OZ tonight. SO EXCITED! I'm a kiwi girl myself so I really want the ABs to win the whole she-bang. But if we can't win, OZ better do it cos I want that cup to be on one side of the ditch. If they don't and France wins, Australia will be dead to me, and yes that includes the australian side of my family.

Just to clarify, I don't see NZ and Australia as siblings. Yes they were both England's colonies but their indigenous people aren't remotely similar. NZ has a strong polynesian heritage like the rest of the south pacific islands. My understanding of the Australian aboriginees is that they are not polynesian.

Rugby and World Meetings Do Not Mix

France was preening as they all settled down for the meeting. Surprisingly for a nation who didn't make the semi-finals, England was smirking.

"What's he smiling about?" Spain queried.

"Ah, mon petit lapin is just happy for moi."

Ireland snorted.

"You're dead." England chirped and pointed across the room to where the Southern Pacific nations sat. Giggling gleefully England finally turned to face France. "It doesn't matter which of those two wins tonight, you'll be slaughtered by one of them."

New Zealand looked up at her former 'Motherland' before turning her green gaze on the French nation and smirked ferally.

Australia mirrored her as his koala settled on his shoulder. "French food for dinner this labour weekend love?"

"Grilled rooster." She snorted, leaning against his side. "Too right mate. Think we should have the first barbie of the season."

England and Wales snickered as France's face paled dramatically.

"Yes, yes, rugby world cup is on." Germany smacked his hands on the table. "But this is a meeting, lets get to business."

The meeting continued in what Germany considered an exemplary manner for a few minutes until Australia spoke up again.

"Kiwi, no hard feelings for tonight eh?"

"You mean when my boys kick your ozzie arse?"

England watched in mild interest as New Zealand and Australia quickly degenerated into a fight. America, being the hero, tried to stop them, only to get tackled and reminded of his inferior rugby abilities.

The world gave a collective blink and Italy flew up a white flag as he ducked behind the ever neutral Swiss, when New Zealand spat out a particularly nasty Maori curse that was happily translated by Cook Islands. Australia flung his koala at her.

As the pair rumbled out of the meeting room, the nations gave a large sigh of relief, Canada finally managed to coax America out from under the table where he was bemoaning his 'unheroic' rugby record.

New Zealand's voice was heard one last time in a tone of voice not heard since the Rainbow Warrior Incident.

"Goddamnit Ozzie, if you beat me, you better bring me the Frog's head served in that cup or you WILL be sleeping on the couch til the next world cup!"

Chuckling gleefully at his former colonies' behaviour, England turned to the stunned German nation.

"Word of advice lad? Don't call world meetings on days when those two are playing against each other."

All Germany could do was nod.

END