Australia briskly walked down the crowded hallway, his two trademark cowlicks bouncing slightly. He passed fellow countries that were too busy talking to notice the young nation move towards the wooden double doors of the meeting room.

As Australia opened the heavy doors and walked into the large room his eyes were immediately drawn to the man sitting at the far end of the long table, concentrating on what seemed to be a pile of paper work.

The man sat with his elbows placed on top of the table, using his hands to support his hand as if that was that only thing stopping his head from slamming into the paper covered surface below. This man was smaller, in both height and size, than the Australian but had the same emerald green eyes and busy eyebrows as the young man. He was England, Australia's 'big' older brother. England had his eyes fixed on the papers before him as if trying to win a staring contest in which he was losing badly.

"Are ya trying to burn a hole through the table?" Australia laughed as he pulled out a chair so that he could sit next to the annoyed looking Brit.

England looked up from his work and his facial features immediately softened as he spotted the tanned man sitting next to him. "Oh Australia, It's you." England said "I wasn't expecting you to be here so early."

"Well I work in mysterious ways now don't I" Australia replied, flashing one of his winning smiles.

England gave a small chuckle as he straightened the pile of papers. "We haven't talked for a while have we? It's been so hard with all of this paper work piling up." As England said this he shot the small pile a death stare.

Australia's gaze lowered and his bright smile dimmed a little. He knew that England would never try to avoid him but lately it always seemed that England had something important to do whenever the Australian wanted to talk to him, whether it be work or going to see him. But that didn't matter because England was here talking to Australia for the first time in months and he wasn't about to let this chance slip out of his grasp. "Well why don't we go for coffee or someth-"

SLAM "Hey England! What cha doing?"

And there he was. The one man that Australia didn't want to have to see at least until the meeting started. Australia frowned at the intruder walking into the room. The man had one hand inside the pocket of his bomber jacket and the other held onto a large Mc. Donald's cup which he was now taking loud, long slurps from. Australia turned back to face England "surely" he thought "England's not going to answer back. He's going to act like a gentleman and ignore him." Australia was wrong.

"America, why am I not surprised to see that you still eat that filth you call food." England remarked smugly, folding his arms across his chest. Australia felt like he had just been slapped in the face and just as he went to say something he was cut off. Again.

"Hey, it's better than that crap you try to pass off as scones!" America retorted, now holding a hamburger that seemed have appeared from nowhere.

England shot out of his chair, ready to jump across the table to start a fight with the younger man. "You bastard! That was a recipe given to me by my mummsy!"

"England! We were talking" Australia practically had to yell just to be heard over the bickering.

"What? Oh, just wait a minute Australia." England replied, not once talking his eyes off of America.

"What!" Australia yelled as anger started to swell in the pit of his stomach. "Why do I need to wait?" Australia's voice started to shake as he fought back bitter tears "Just admit it England! I'm always going to come second to him aren't I!" At this point England and America, along with a few countries that had started to file into the room, were staring at the Australian.

"Australia, I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way." England tried to sound calm but inside he was scared. Sure, Australia got upset and angry every now and then but never like this.

Australia didn't care anymore. He stormed out of the room, pushing past shocked countries that blocked the door way. Australia ran to the bathroom where once inside he let out a scream that he didn't realise he was holding in. Australia paced the bathroom floor tugging at his messy, brown hair with his hands and letting out loud angry sobs. Australia looked up from the floor only to be greeted by his reflection. Australia looked at his tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes and not wanting to look at how pathetic he was, Australia brought his fist back and smashed the mirror into tiny shards of light that danced across the floor.

Australia slammed into the wall and let his body slide towards the ground. Australia rested his head against the side of the sink and brought his knees up to his chest as he cradled his hand, now covered in thick, crimson red, and continued to cry weakly just wanting to disappear.