I will not eat my chocolate advent calendar until I finish this… And I really want my Mars-y treat so let get this first fan-fiction up and on the road! I also apologise in advance instead of having a plan I typed random rubbish… and it didn't come up Christmas-y themed at all… so I dub that not all fan-fictions that appear with be Christmas themed… ENJOY!

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England couldn't be asked with the meeting. He really couldn't. So, when he took his seat between his own brothers and the Romance brothers (after a lot of arguments it was thought better to try and arrange the Nations geographically, so he was stuck in the wonderful seat of between his brother Wales and France as the two continuously tried killing each other over England, when they weren't trying to annoy him), he slumped into the seat, leaning his head into his palm and just stared into space, not caring that he was a few minutes late, not caring that his brothers were sharing worried glances on one side of him and the other set of brothers doing the same on the other.

No, he really couldn't be asked. And it wasn't his fault… not entirely at least.

His people were pulling him apart. Completely torn about EVERYTHING! The new Government was hung parliament! Half his people wanted out the United Kingdom, the other half didn't. Half his people wanted to sever ties with Europe, the other half didn't. Half his people wanted to destroy his "special relationship", the other half didn't. Half his people wanted him to live a lonely isolated life, the other half wanted him to be overrun with Nations to keep happy- he himself couldn't think of anything nice about either way.

He felt like groaning and bashing his head against the desk in front of him, but he was getting enough weird glances from other Nations. So what if he hadn't hit Scotland and Ireland for their crude comments about him? Nor had he killed France for unclothing him with his bloody perverted mind? Nor destroyed America for butchering the English language?

He was absolutely perfectly fine! Ok, he knew he wasn't fooling anyone, not that he trying to in the first place, when even Switzerland was sending him worried glances. The king of Neutrality was worried, all because he wasn't focusing on a silly little meeting.

He really needed to groan loudly, but he wouldn't show any form of weakness. Instead he was pondering if it would be wise to take up smoking again and his own laws be damned, he'd smoke where ever he bloody wanted too.

He wanted to rebel. Show his people how fucked up they've made their country… but he couldn't blame them- or at least not solely. It was mainly the Governments fault for not being good, not listening and being complete and utter twats.

It was also whoever's fault it was that punk was slowly taking over the fashion line again… and in the music. He could practically feel the strings of temptation trying to pull him back to his days of setting things alight, while wearing tight jeans that were torn everywhere. And those jackets and boots that, oh God, the image of the combination enough to make his mouth water.

And it would be so much easier than it used to be to get himself some more piercings… he had been wanting to get a new tongue piercing, his old one boring him… and corset piercings just- Aw, he needed to get that done, even if it was only a temporary one.

And that lovely tattoo on his back did seem a little lonely… A single rose. It deserved some company!

And his hair… he moved his hand to pull some of his hair in front of his eyes. His blonde hair had never been lovely like France's or Canada's… Maybe he should dye it. Red… No, absolutely not, he didn't want his elder brother's hair colour; even though it wasn't a BRIGHT red… it was still a red. Black just didn't work well for him. Blue… he'd done the electric blue; he wanted a new hair colour.

Green. He decides; matching hair and eye colour… now that would be fun!

He'll get some new clothes that showed more flesh than the other Nations believed he liked showing. He was a European Nation (no matter how torn he was about it) and as a European he also fit the criteria of walking around topless whenever he wanted- no matter what others said!

And he'd go to a concert: he could get in for free and without a ticket- he had connections obviously. He'd go that night; get plastered while listening to the amazing melodies that belonged to punk rock. And hopefully forget his indecisive people's problems and hopefully not regret his decision of going out- he'd only go for one night, to cheer himself up.

He grinned lightly, and flopped back in his chair, letting one of his legs rest against the other knee. He was feeling better than before, planning a night of mayhem always did make a guy feel better.

But would he go alone? Well… it was looking like that was what he going to have to do, he almost sighed.

He didn't want to have a relaxing punk filled night with anyone from Europe, and he didn't want to be near America (the lad would make him feel more worse than better) and that knocked out anyone living near the brat, seeing as Alfred would kick up a fuss that HE wasn't invited to a punk concert and he'd yell the ears off his neighbours... no he'd be a tad sympathetic for them seeing as they had to put up with the lad a lot more than the rest of the world.

And he was pretty sure those from Africa would glare him for even making the suggestion and he wasn't going to even suggestion it to any of the Asian Nations, he didn't want to drag them down to his level. He was running out of options and he was going to go alone, when realisation dawned on him as a fight started with the Pacific Nations (thankfully bringing a distraction to take all the worried glances off of him).

Australia enjoyed punk music as much as Arthur did. He grinned; sneakily taking his I-phone out, he still failed to see the surprise that he had an I-phone instead of an ugly old phone that hardly did a thing; he started texting the lad.

The lads phone suddenly went off loudly with the song '(I'm) Stranded' proving to England that he was still into the punk genre (unless he was of course too lazy to take the song off his phone, which was unlikely seeing how new the blasted thing was). And he almost outright snickered when the boy jumped yelling apologies (he thought he had turned the damned thing off).

A few seconds later England felt his phone vibrate and saw a text just dripping with disbelief- England couldn't blame the lad really, when Australia was his colony he had far too many, how was he meant to look after them all and give them all attention, while watching each of their economies at the same time as fighting the blasted frog among other empires?

Sending an encouraging text in the hopes Australia would cave and come, or at least offer to listen to his explanation after the meeting had ended. A few minutes passed and as the fighting had settled, he received a reply.

Fine… I'll go, but it's all on YOU! You're paying for EVERYTHING!

England grinned and punched France's jaw.

"That's for trying to read my text!" An elbow to his stomach. "And that's for being a bloody perverted wine-loving bastard!"

The tension that seemed to have piled from England's mood (Arthur guessed he seemed to be going back to his delinquent days… and he guessed he sort of was- but only for one day- no one NIGHT). And the meeting continues, more relaxed and calm than before… or it would've if Italy hadn't questioned why England always used wine-loving bastard as an insult towards France, which turned to chaos about whether beer or wine was better.

Oh all in a day's work!

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"So Pommie!" Australia grins and throws an arm over England's shoulder once the meetings chaos had ended with a German yell of "Let's continue tomorrow!"

"What do I owe this pleasure of joining you tonight?" Australia pauses a bit, before sending the Brit a look. "And what exactly have you got planned?"

By this point England and Australia have left the meeting room, only attracting a few odd stares and a slight glare from New Zealand (England makes a mental note to spend some time with him as well… if that's what he wants of course).

"Well, I plan to dye my hair green, get corset piercings, get a new tongue bar, go to a punk-rock concert with newly purchased clothes, get absolutely drunk that I go out and get another tattoo," England's grinning now, the plan sounding better and better as the night went on. "I was wondering if you would want to join me."

"Well…" Australia looked like he was deep in thought, though his grin never wavered. "What makes you think I even want to get drunk and see a concert with you?"

"And dye your hair, the tattoo and piercing are optional though," England grinned over at Australia.

"You never answered my question."

"Well, I didn't." The blonde, soon to be green, stated and sent Australia a glance. "That's why I offered." England grins, walking away from Australia's grasp and sending him a smirk over his shoulder.

"If you decide you do want to tag along you can meet me outside the hotel in about an hour's time!"

And England left, leaving a slightly confused Australian behind. Why had England invited him out? The Brit had proposed a solidly perfect plan that depending on who was asking Australia would've said yes instantly. But, that was the thing; it was England who was asking… he couldn't just say yes… could he?

It's roughly half an hour later that Australia finds himself phoning England and demanding to know here he is- right now!

"I assume this means I can account on you joining me tonight?" He questions.

"Yes!" Australia's grinning into the phone. "I need a night out, and I haven't gone to punk concert in years!"

"Well, right now I'm deciding which dye I should use, because I know the 14 washes out one works like a charm, but we have a meeting tomorrow…" The Brit hums in thought, before giving the Australian his exact location.

"Could always get that one and see how many people you shock tomorrow," Australia muses. "You have a majority of the world terrified whenever you do something that even suggests you're in a funny mood."

"When you've destroyed the Spanish Armada, ruled a quarter of the world and blown your prime-ministers car up because they complained about the fact you wanted a new piercing in a compromising place then we'll see how much of the world is scared of you." He hears his old caretaker chuckle.

"A compromising place?" Australia grins. "Where was that exactly?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" And he's hung up on, much to Australia's amusement and disappointment.

It didn't take him long to find the Brit, he stood with two boxes in hand.

"Still haven't decided?" He questioned looking over the blonde's shoulder, making the Brit jump in surprise- much to Australia's amusement.

"Actually I'm buying both the pathetic one and the longer one; if one doesn't work I'll use the other. These!" He drawled out, showing the two boxes to Australia: he smirks. "Are for you! What colour would you prefer to go?"

"Do I have to dye my hair?" Australia moaned.

"Don't have to if you don't want too," the Brit shrugged and went to put them back, only to have one of them snatched back quickly.

"I'll dye my hair damn it!" Australia whined, suddenly deciding he was going to unwind; he'd feel like he'd lose if only the Brit dyed his hair… losing was something he couldn't stand!

"Do you even know what colour you picked?" The Brit questioned, jogging over to the Australian.

"As long as it's not white," he grinned at the Brit. "I don't care!"

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"You're having far too much fun," the Australian remarked; the Brit who laid on his front exposing his back to the now purple haired Australian (who in the end thought fuck it all! And added the access green hair dye on the tips of his hair). England's head was leaning against his folded up arms, and he let his tongue piercings roll along his lip, his green hair still slightly wet and falling into his eyes.

"That I am, and we haven't even reached the concert yet!" He smirked slightly, waiting for the Australian to get it over with.

"Uh… I hate corset piercings…" He groaned and started carefully lacing the newly pierced piercings that trailed along the Brit's back.

"But, they're lovely!" The Brit shot back absolutely offended that someone didn't think so.

"They're freaky! Why get them if you're just going to let them close up?" The Australian cringed slightly. "And the whole tying the bloody things up, what if you pulled too tight, or they get caught on something?"

"Then I'd probably end up losing a lot of flesh," the Brit nodded to himself.

"And you're ALRIGHT with that?" The Australian raised a brow (though he knew England couldn't see).

"Meh," England shrugged lightly- not too much in case the corset piercings moved and freaked Australia out. "It'll grow back… I'm a Nation after all."

Australia groaned, and quickly finished threading the lace (a luminous green- yes Australia was starting to see the pattern in the Brit's taste of colour… or at least for today). Carefully finishing with a bow, Australia moved away from England to finish getting ready his self.

"Thank you, lad." England called, and he went to get his top and boots on in the other room.

Australia did his own thick black boots up that England had bought him- he hoped the Brit wouldn't care that he had spent all that cash on one night out later. Australia also sported a pair of black jeans that were torn and had white words written all over them; a simple silky white shirt that reached just above his elbows. A single piercing rested in his left ear.

England entered a few seconds later, a white shirt that was very nearly transparent, the back completely ripped to reveal his newly purchased corset piercings, and where the tear ended you could see a red rose poking out. He wore red and black plaid three quarter length trousers that had so many black straps clicking all over the place, and a few black chains. And then there were those black platform boots that Australia could only imagine how far they really went up, seeing as they hid under the trousers.

"Ready to go?" Australia questioned, ignoring how attractive his old mentor looked in the punk get up; England answered with a large cat like grin and Australia vaguely remembered England did have that town called Cheshire didn't he?

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He giggled… No! He told his mind, he so didn't. He was Australia and Australia didn't giggle! But, the sounds were so like giggles… chuckles… MANLY chuckles he told his mind.

He and England were sitting back to back on a bench that the concert hall had next door to the music (for those who got faint or exhausted), both on their… whatever pint… he couldn't quite remember that very second. All he really remembered was England's head falling lightly onto his shoulder, and the Brit's breath teasing the exposed flesh of his neck. He tensed every time he felt England's warm breath tease him, and shifted slightly, he wanted more than that breathe… but it was England… He couldn't… Not with this Brit…

He sighed turning away leaning his own head back on the Brits and closed his eyes.

"Why did you invite me here England?" He whispered, breathed out, but he felt the Brit stir slightly at the sound of his name.

"What?" He groaned lightly, his head moving slightly and Australia had to convince his self that the Brit wasn't snuggling into him- he wasn't!

"It's… nothing…" Australia murmured and looked away, feeling as though the music and everything around him had gone sour… why was everything so confusing?

He felt England turn to his side, and a hand go under his chin pulling him to look into the emerald eyes he had always secretly admired. He wasn't quite sure if it was his face or England's that was flushed but he knew he suddenly felt very hot.

"Now- what's the matter Australia?" He muttered, and Australia knew the man wasn't doing it on purpose but… he sounded far too inviting.

He felt his self subconsciously shift, his nose lightly touching England's… he knew it meant nothing. Their eyes lined together, intoxicating green meeting loyal green; before Australia had any idea what he was doing he had his lips pressed tightly against England's and a hand in his green locks, keeping him there.

His eyes, half lidded, watched as England's emerald ones hid and lit up as he felt the Brit slowly start to kiss back. He wanted to push his tongue into the Brit's mouth, he wanted England's lips to suffer from his teeth, he wanted to fully shut his eyes and enjoy the sensation of their lips lightly moving against each other's… but he couldn't: not yet…

He pulled away slowly, not too far, their lips lightly touching, brushing against each.

"I don't think you really answered the question," England said his eyes opening- amused; urging Australia into explaining.

"I…" He sighed and let his forehead fall against the Brit's, his eyes closing. "Why did you invite me England?" There was a moment's pause before Australia quickly added: "And you can't say it's because you know I like punk rock… We both know America enjoys punk as well."

"Have you seen a newspaper in my country recently?" England sighed lightly, his breath brushed against Australia's lips. "My people want to get rid of all relations within Europe, America and my own idiotic brothers, but they know how troubling it'll be in the long run, so they keep up the façade that everything's fine, when it clearly isn't; it's effecting me badly, that's why I'm doing what I do every other time something similar happens."

"Go out and get drunk?" Australia laughed lightly and he felt England's lips twitch into a smile.

"No, go out and start a rebellion of sorts. But, I'll be honest with you, even though it'll make me sound like an arse, I didn't think to invite you at first. I usually go drinking with the Europe countries, America, sometimes Canada; usually worm their selves into joining me when I visit concerts. But, as you can probably tell-"

"You don't particularly want to be near them right now…" Australia finished that sentence off, hoping his voice didn't sound pathetic… so he wasn't first on the list of people England would've liked to invite with him… though he knew he should've known better, he still hoped… and it still stung.

"Yes… I thought I'd go on my own, the Asian countries don't really go to concerts with me, the African countries don't particularly like me right now and I thought it'd be better to just go alone. Of course, I ended up remembering you enjoyed punk music, you were into the music long before America after all, even if people don't realise that. And, I know it seems like you're on the bottom of my list Australia, but I was genially happy when you agreed to go."

Australia felt his eyes open at that comment and looked into the green eyes that seemed to be baring more soul than Australia was used to seeing in them.

"And I have enjoyed myself and I have succeeded in my plan, seeing as I'm rambling on as I am." The Brit nodded lightly and Australia felt their lips brush each others. "But guess what Australia?" And he feels the slight grin that stretches across his lips; it makes him shiver against his will.

"What?" He asks after a second, purposely making their lips brush against each other more than he needed to let them.

"You're one of the only countries my people have nothing against." He says it in a sing song voice that almost makes Australia laugh- the Brit truly was drunk and completely gone, no matter how much his speech seemed to make sense.

And before Australia has any idea of what's happening they're kissing again, rougher and he can't quite remember which one of them started it, but he knows he's the one who has his hands tightly gripping the Brit's hips and hair and that he has his tongue shoved roughly in England's mouth. He's also sure England's the one who straddled him, and that he's kissing back with just as much passion, if not more as his hands run through Australia's purple locks.

He moves his hand from the green hair, ghosting it against the Brits flesh until he comes to those awful piercings, where he lightly plucks at the lace.

"That bloody hurts!" England yelped and jumped slightly making their teeth knock against each other and Australia laugh lightly.

"Well, you're the one who decided it would be wise to get corset piercings," he teasingly plucks at it again, making the Brit yelp.

"Yes, and they're only for show!" He yells as the Australian laughed and shook his head and let his hand carry on past the piercings, letting it cling opposite his other hand.

"Well, you should get more useful and enjoyable piercings," Australia tells as he nudges England's face up with his nose and slowly starts kissing along the man's pale neck.

"That's what the tongue piercing is for," he hears England's breath hitch as he bites down where his shoulder and neck meet. "Aren't… you- enjoying… it?" He starts sucking lightly on the spot he had just bit and hummed a noise of agreement.

"It… was… delectable…" He tells the Brit between kisses, as he showers the mark he's left on pale skin with affection.

"Was… it… now?" And he moans and he feels the Australian's hands diving under his top, pushing the thing up- out of his way.

"Of course," and he's just about to add a friend for the other hickey when he hears the doors open and people slowly start pooling out, a few giving them strange looks, others too drunk to care, and the last few just not generally caring in the first place.

"Opps…" Australia grins into England's neck as he feels England's embarrassment sink into his skin. "Guess we missed the end of the show!"

And before England can say anything, they're up, blending into the crowd- just another two faces among a thousand people, but Australia's grinning and England's whole face is red; they're linked together- their fingers intertwined.

Australia slows down once they've left the building and turns back to England. Pulling so close to England's flushed face and whispered as seductively as he possibly could.

"So, are there any places that do tattoos around here at this time of night?"

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He groaned when he woke up and turned over… to find an empty bed.

He shot up, and repressed the urge to scream everything to hell, when his head made everything tilt to the side as his hangover came into play. Clutching his head he slowly let everything sink in.

He went out with England, they got drunk had fun at a concert; he vaguely remembered kissing the Brit and the blonde… he meant green haired man said something that made him want to go on… so he did. Then a tattoo… and he may have had sex… he wasn't too sure, but he knew the Brit was meant to be lying in bed with him that morning!

"Damn it…" He groaned, about to flop back into bed, though who's he wasn't too sure, when he heard light laughter and his eyes darted over in the direction of the door, where England leaned (arms folded)against the door frame.

He was still wearing the same clothes as he had yesterday though they weren't as nice as they had been when they first bought them, his green hair was very much sticking up all over the place.

"Nice of you to join the living," he laughed and Australia watched the man in disbelief for a few seconds before letting a grin pull at his lips- maybe the Brit wasn't quite the abandoner he feared he was.

"Nice to be alive," he groaned as he was hit with another wave of nausea. "Or maybe not…"

And just as the Australian was about to pull the covers tightly over his head and forget about the living to get more sleep, he felt the covers pulled back by a highly amused England.

"England…" He whined, reaching for the covers.

"Australia." He said back in an even tone, even if there was laughter lining the words.

"I need sleep…" He did not pout, no matter what the Brit would say, he didn't pout.

"We have a meeting," and slowly Australia's peaceful hangover was filled with panic as his eyes slowly grew wide with realisation: New Zealand was going to kill him!

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New Zealand growled slightly, the meeting had started ten minutes ago- where the bloody hell was his brother… and England for that matter. Australia hadn't killed the poor bloke had he… or maybe it was the other way around? Cricket may have come up when they met yesterday? Or… or…

There was a list of things that could've happened and he didn't know where to start! Old memories hadn't come up to haunt them had they? Wait- he was pretty sure they wouldn't be able to kill each other, they were Nations after all… but that didn't rule out the fact that they could've ended up in hospital…

Other Nations in the room looked worried too. Wales was muttering darkly to his self, France and Scotland shared a brief look of worry, Portugal was freaking out as his brother Spain was commenting on how it would be better for the world if England disappeared. America was actually talking civically to Canada about what could've happened. Germany and Japan thinking logically as Italy just bellowed stuff out and-

"We aren't late!" He hears his brother's voice and the doors slam open, Australia rushing in and New Zealand feels his eyes widen- why the bloody hell did Australia have purple hair?

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England felt like he could drop his face into his hands. Of course they were late, and they had gained more attention than he would've liked. But, of course they would they were still wearing their punk clothes from yesterday (having slept in some random hotel the night before), both of them still had brightly dyed hair; in England's case he had far more piercings that he usually wore.

"Sorry we're late…" he manages to mutter and pushes Australia towards his seat as he marched off to his own; he knows everyone's watching them and he's not sure which of the two of them has the most looks, because not many of the other Nations had seen Australia in his punk phase… but all the Nations were careful whenever England seemed to have a change of heart (do one or two things wrong and they never let you live it down).

Ignoring the looks his brothers were sending him, he took his seat next to them. New Zealand watched in silent horror and realisation as Australia sat next to him grinning like the fool he was; after a few moments of silence Germany slowly started the meeting back up, after all it wasn't like he or Australia had actually done anything.

Not too long after Germany had started up and most of the other Nations had relaxed, though a few (such as the Nations England happened to sit in-between) had taken it upon their selves to bug England (Australia luckily getting away from such torments as new Zealand had supposedly decided three punches was more than enough retribution).

England lent forward leaning on his hand, refusing to let his back touch the seat (really corset piercings weren't his GREATEST idea to date), when he felt the quiet vibration of his phone. Sneakily getting it out and sending Wales a glare of you dare look, only to be returned by Wales's level look of do you really think so lowly of me?

England would've sent a look back saying yes, but had checked his text.

England, want to go to another Punk Concert?

England paused. Should he, he had told himself that he'd only go to one… A second later he enthusiastically replied, grin creeping across him face, Australia on the other side of the room having a grin to match.

England would've enjoyed doing nothing for the rest of the meeting had he not had to stop France from trying to look down his shirt. Though if France had managed to sneak a peek he would've seen that England lonely rose tattoo had gained a bunch of golden wattle for company…

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So sorry for the randomness… And the not proper check through that this is getting- I read through it once, but it's getting late and I've spent all day writing this so it's quite bad… Needs a lot of improving in my opinion but it needs to be up for the 1st DX

Also you may have noticed… it's quite awful DX

So the first advent fan-fiction goes out to my darling friend HoshiUta, who decided the rare-pair AustraliaxEngland was needed… sorry for the lameness of it all… and the crazy lengthy-ness of it all and the bad grammar/punctuation… I'm tired… leave me alone DX

Anyways, feel free any who are interested to leave a review on what your favourite rare pairs with England are, if you do they shall magically appear in the fan-fiction, if not you're leaving that to me… THAT could be dangerous XD

Anyways I hope you enjoyed, ignore the awfulness and not Christmas-ness of this first chapter… hopefully the next ones whatever pairing they may be, will be better XP