It was 2004 when the Principality of Wy was proclaimed.
At the time New Zealand didn’t think much of it, except that some artist deciding to make his own country because he wasn’t allowed to build a driveway sounded pretty barmy.
Exactly like something she’d expect from Australia or one of his citizens actually. Especially the fact that the whole thing hadn’t been at all contested. Aussie had even spoken of ‘Prince Paul’ pretty fondly to her down the phone when he rang her the other week.
Past that she hadn’t really given much thought to it. None whatsoever. Nada.
Now here she was in Australia to visit her brother and bloody hell was it hot! She was sweltering in the heat, even more so than usual when she visited Aussie. Good thing she hadn’t brought Jamie along for the trip, poor sheep would’ve passed out by now. New Zealand slogged back some water from the bottle she kept in her bag, just before she pushed open the door to her brothers house (he never locked it, so she never knocked, served him right) and called out. “Oi! Oz! You in?!
“Zea!” the word didn’t so much as float down as bull rush. “Give me a minute, bloody koala’s -- ow!” There was a crashing sound and then Australia’s voice, fainter for yelling out the window, “Shove off then!” before footsteps carried across the ceiling towards the stairs.
Normal day it sounded like.
Zea dropped her suitcase carelessly in the hall and decided to help herself to the contents of Australia’s fridge. In the kitchen opening the door of the machine felt delicious, she could’ve quite happily pitched a tent like in that one Simpson’s episode, but decided she’d likely just have to settle for a beer rather than waste her brothers electricity like that. Snagging one she turned round to find the bottle opener and --
“Oz!” New Zealand jumped, staring at her brother who had somehow silently appeared behind her in the time she’d been preoccupied with the artificial winter wonderland. “Bloody hell, what’re you doing?”
Silence.
The way he kept staring at her was creepy. “Aussie?” New Zealand put the bottle on the counter and stepped forward, waving her hand in front of his eyes, “Aussssieeeee, hellooooo? Earth to Planet Nitwit!”
Still nothing.
“Um… okay, you’re really starting to creep me out now, mate. Say something alright? Oi!” This time she tried poking him in the stomach, figuring he’d jump or something.
What actually happened was he grabbed her wrist and she suddenly found herself pressed right back against the fridge door, Australia’s lean form hard and firm against her. Now normally, this would be a case for her to hit him, insult him or crack some joke, this time however it was… it was… a shudder ran up her spine, through her.
“You--” Australia’s voice sounded rough and strained. “You’re--”
“What?” New Zealand wondered at the shakiness in her voice, what was wrong with her now? First she’d been sweating buckets all day and now she’d gone all hyper-sensitive or something, because no way should her brother pressing against her like this feel so bloody good, that was all. It alleviated the strange tension in her, just a bit. “Aussie, you’re being really weird… kind of creeping me out actually--”
The conception of Wy 1/?
At the time New Zealand didn’t think much of it, except that some artist deciding to make his own country because he wasn’t allowed to build a driveway sounded pretty barmy.
Exactly like something she’d expect from Australia or one of his citizens actually. Especially the fact that the whole thing hadn’t been at all contested. Aussie had even spoken of ‘Prince Paul’ pretty fondly to her down the phone when he rang her the other week.
Past that she hadn’t really given much thought to it. None whatsoever. Nada.
Now here she was in Australia to visit her brother and bloody hell was it hot! She was sweltering in the heat, even more so than usual when she visited Aussie. Good thing she hadn’t brought Jamie along for the trip, poor sheep would’ve passed out by now. New Zealand slogged back some water from the bottle she kept in her bag, just before she pushed open the door to her brothers house (he never locked it, so she never knocked, served him right) and called out. “Oi! Oz! You in?!
“Zea!” the word didn’t so much as float down as bull rush. “Give me a minute, bloody koala’s -- ow!” There was a crashing sound and then Australia’s voice, fainter for yelling out the window, “Shove off then!” before footsteps carried across the ceiling towards the stairs.
Normal day it sounded like.
Zea dropped her suitcase carelessly in the hall and decided to help herself to the contents of Australia’s fridge. In the kitchen opening the door of the machine felt delicious, she could’ve quite happily pitched a tent like in that one Simpson’s episode, but decided she’d likely just have to settle for a beer rather than waste her brothers electricity like that. Snagging one she turned round to find the bottle opener and --
“Oz!” New Zealand jumped, staring at her brother who had somehow silently appeared behind her in the time she’d been preoccupied with the artificial winter wonderland. “Bloody hell, what’re you doing?”
Silence.
The way he kept staring at her was creepy. “Aussie?” New Zealand put the bottle on the counter and stepped forward, waving her hand in front of his eyes, “Aussssieeeee, hellooooo? Earth to Planet Nitwit!”
Still nothing.
“Um… okay, you’re really starting to creep me out now, mate. Say something alright? Oi!” This time she tried poking him in the stomach, figuring he’d jump or something.
What actually happened was he grabbed her wrist and she suddenly found herself pressed right back against the fridge door, Australia’s lean form hard and firm against her. Now normally, this would be a case for her to hit him, insult him or crack some joke, this time however it was… it was… a shudder ran up her spine, through her.
“You--” Australia’s voice sounded rough and strained. “You’re--”
“What?” New Zealand wondered at the shakiness in her voice, what was wrong with her now? First she’d been sweating buckets all day and now she’d gone all hyper-sensitive or something, because no way should her brother pressing against her like this feel so bloody good, that was all. It alleviated the strange tension in her, just a bit. “Aussie, you’re being really weird… kind of creeping me out actually--”