DC was in the air. She decided that it would be best not to walk and ask how to get to the capital. Because if there's anyone that looked American, it'd be her, if not America himself. So she stuck flying near the clouds, hoping that the North Korean army wouldn't attack her. After circling around the place, she gradually inched near the center of the isolated landform's capital. Ducking into a smooth dive, she swoops carefully down near a building and onto the edge of the side of a window. Tucking her wings in, she could hear English coming out of the room.

DC: (It...It sounds like an English class...this is a school? Wow, they even have to learn mandatory English here, of all places.)

She didn't exactly stop the smile that spread across her face. Little did she know, a student had turned her head at that very moment and screamed so loud, DC nearly fell off the ledge. Her head swiveled toward the window and her inhumanly vibrant cerulean but also as scared as heck eyes shut the girl up in surprise. The child didn't think DC was capable of making a face. Everyone turned to the window, where one screamed; 'Migug Salam!'

DC: (Ack! I was careless!)

In a panic, DC quickly locked her hands to the frame of the window, kind of looking like she was going to pry it off. This caused all the children to run to the back of the classroom. This startled DC a little and she had no choice but to flex open her wings to keep her from falling to her doom. Everyone inside was kind of in awe of her wings. While they were in awe, DC snapped her hands together and made a quick bow.

DC: "Naneun Geugeos-e Daehae Yugam-ida! Yongseo Haejwo!"

I'm sorry about that! Forgive me!

...Then launched herself back up into the air, with her back touching the clouds, using pure adrenaline. She shook her head, slapping her face a couple times.

DC: (Dang, DC, you really screwed things up here. Well, getting North Korea now is gonna be harder. There goes the sneak invite.)

She wondered. Showing her wings did kinda stun them for a few seconds, and wondered if they reported her wings, they'd probably say that Americans were inhumane beings that were experimenting on women. But then thought how'd that work. That would basically be giving American women pity and therefore a ton of confusion.

DC: "...."

DC: (They're probably not gonna say anything about the wings then. Okay, This place is pretty populated. Hm...maybe I can try finding a 'Welcome to this City' sign somewhere...)

As much as she didn't want to admit it, DC's eyesight wasn't the best. In fact, there were times where she went blind completely than could see perfectly a few minutes or about an hour later. America was always saying to get glasses or something, but DC had a tendency to brush it off. She looked down at her attire. It definitely didn't look North Korean, no matter what you did to change it. And there was no way DC could wear a normal shirt. Her wings would rip through it.

DC: "...Urgh, C'mon, if I were a country and capital...here, I'd probably be heavily protected and...yeah."

The Avian-American (but she also kind of isn't, just for the wings) muttered under her breath trying to narrow down all the building around her. She instantly noticed a large gold statue of an important looking man, who she assumed was their...how is she going to put this...king? Yeah, probably 'king' is the best way to place it. Kim Jong Un.

DC: "...I wonder if that's NK and Pyongyang's boss, or they gotta work for a ghost, like us until he figures out."

(^DC and America have to work under President George Washington until Donald Trump is able to receive them as a country and capital personafications^)

DC: "Well, no matter. That just means this is Pyongyang's house."

Scanning around, she was able to pinpoint the tallest building in the area, which she later realized that it was the tallest in the city. Having a high hope, she speeds to the top and lo and behold, North Korea and Pyongyang were inside, living the life of luxury (now, I haven't stepped foot in the North Korean landform, so I don't know where the important landmarks are, sorry).

DC: "Aha, found you two suckers. Let's see, no one's inside but them...I dunno if I should go near the glass yet..."

She could see that Pyongyang and North Korea were wearing similar clothing, war uniforms in fact. Now that she thought about it, the people that she's seen so far had been wearing fairly similar clothes. As if everyone wanted to keep uniform or something. Pyongyang had her black hair in a tight bun, not a hair out of place, her black-gloved hands digging into her dark gray uniform sleeves as she crosses her arms in a wary manner. North Korea was dressed in the same fashion, except his hair was in a side ponytail, much like China's. And...

DC: (...he has...a nuclear missile on his back...)

The long, slender and pointed bomb was strapped to his back like a school-issued bookbag. Despite many knowing that he's quite known for being malnutrition, he seemed to be fine carrying that. She knows that the bomb isn't really that size, but is certainly connected to it. 

DC: (What was it...? If he were to finish that one the one in real life would be completed?)

Now wasn't the time or place to discuss that with those two of all times. She shouldn't be stalling either. Today Hetalia is open and is a day to not discuss political matters. Besides, she'd probably start a war if she did. Suddenly a familiar man bursts into the room looking worried and stern.

"Du Salam-Eun-I Bang-Eul Tteonaji Anh-A!"

You two are not to leave this room!

North Korea: "I Il-I Il-Eonan Iyuneun Mueos-Ibnikka?"

What happened that demands this?

Pyongyang: "Uliga Gong-Gyeog Badgo Issni...?"

Are we under attack...?

"Geuncheoui Haggyo Changmun-Eul Tonghae Migug-In-Nun-Eul Ttel Su Eobs-Eossda!"

An American was spotted leering through a window of a nearby school!

Pyongyang: "Geuncheoe?! Eotteohge Geuleohge Gakkai Wass-Eo?! Igeon Jeonjaeng-Iya, Igeon Beomjoe Ya!"

Nearby?! How did he get so close!? This is war, this is an offense!

North Korea: "Ani, I Salamdo Namja Yeossni? I Salam-I Sang-Wi Cheung-Ui Changmun-Eul Tonghae Boassseabnikka?"

No, wait, was this person even male? Was this person looking through an upper-level floor window?

Pyongyang: "Geuligo Igeos-Eun Jung-Yohan Iyuneun...?"

And that matters because...?

"I Salam-Eun Yeoseong-Eulo Hwag-Indoeeossseubnida. Geunyeoneun 3 Cheung Yeogsa Gyosaga Moggyeoghaessseubnida."

The person was identified to be female. She was spotted by a third-floor history teacher.

Pyongyang: "F-Female...? O-On the third...floor..."

Yeoja...? Se Beonjjae...Badage-E...

The man simply nods before bowing and swiftly leaving the room. The two North Koreans looked at each other with the same idea in mind. An American woman who was able to get to the third floor of a building without being seen. But she went to a school and not some government-connected group.

DC: (Dang...they probably know it's me...)

DC slapped her cheeks again. World Summit. Hetalia. Great day to get outta this situation and they can hate each other tomorrow. As she started hovering near the window, Pyongyang, just like that little girl, screamed a nearly fell over. DC could hear what the two were saying from the inside.

North Korea: "Pyeong-Yang! Eotteohge Doen Geoyeyo!?"

Pyongyang! What happened!?

Pyongyang: "Geugeos-Eun...Geugeos-Eun Migug-Ui Sudoibnida! Oebu! Neoui Dwie!"

It's...It's that American capital! Outside! Behind you!

DC was about to power back up to the sky instantly regretting thinking the idea now that she was so close to confronting one of the most hate-giving countries and capital in the history of the United States of America. But North Korea caught her by the wing, after quickly opening one of the windows and yanked her inside.

DC: "Ack-!!!"

North Korea: "You American scum, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

DC: "...U-Um...first of all, sorry about-"

North Korea: "I'll listen to your begging later. I want to know why you're here."

Pyongyang: "...War...you want war..."

DC: "W-What? No! No, no, no, war's...kinda the last thing on my brain, right now..."

DC: (Well, it WAS. Up until I heard you guys talking about it....)

North Korea: "I will ask you again, why are you here?"

DC: "U-Um..."

DC: (I better ease this in carefully. They might be harder to convince than Syria and Damascus...)

DC: "R-Remember a long time ago...y'know...around the late 1700's...?"

North Korea: "...What about it?"

DC: "Well...it happened again..."

North Korea: "What happened again? Quit being so vague, you're making yourself suspicious."

DC: "Sorry, sorry, it's just..."

Pyongyang: "She's stalling for something, we shouldn't listen."

DC: "No! I didn't send reinforcements! You guys would've seen them coming!"

North Korea: "Then it was a bad idea to come here alone."

DC: "W-Whoa, there NK, how about you listen to what I have to say first, okay? Look at me, I'm unarmed."

While she said this, she took off her jacket and shook it showed what was inside the pockets which were actually no more than her phone, a pocket journal, and a half-eaten granola bar. But she leaves the invitation in her back pocket of her pants.

North Korea: "...Why would we talk to you? What could we possibly talk about that won't result in war?"

DC: "Then...how about this! We talk like we aren't enemies for a couple minutes!"

North Korea: "...That is impossible."

DC: "Look, NK, hear me out. It's open. World Summit is open again. We can go to Hetalia and be friends again for a day and then you can hate me all you want, okay?"

North Korea: "...World...Summit...?"

Pyongyang: "You're...how? It's been...it's been centuries since the last one! Like you said, the 1700's! And that was only the first one, the last one was in the 1900's and we haven't had one since then!"

North Korea: "How did you know-wait...how can we believe you? If anything, China would've told us. Someone, anyone but you."

DC: "Yeah, anyone but me. But I think I am the only one who CAN tell you."

North Korea: "No! Why you?! You are American!"

DC: "And yet here I stand in front of you. I wonder what made you pull me in, but meh."

Pyongyang: "...Are you...you're..."

DC: "For the last time, NO WAR! Geez, what kind of crazy person am I to you guys? Actually, no, don't tell me, we've heard plenty of insults already."

North Korea: "But still...why you? How can it possibly only be YOU?"

DC: "...I'm the only one who can fly through the border without being spotted."

North Korea: "China could've just-"

DC: "China can't get through the border because you and Pyongyang isolated yourselves."

North Korea/Pyongyang: "...!"

DC: "Listen, please, let's go to Hetalia, okay? The whole world is invited and it wouldn't be the same without you two."

Pyongyang: "B-But...they all hate us! They...they..."

DC: "Look, Pyongyang, you're a capital, just like me, you used to be so interested in the outside world. It fascinated you. But if you're worried that they'll hate you because of what you've done in the past...don't."

Pyongyang: "Y-You don't know! The entire world hates us!"

DC: "No, they don't. I bet Syria, Iran, and Iraq would like to see you. I definitely know China and South Korea would all like to see you two again, too."

North Korea: "...South...no, no, no, definitely NOT."

DC: "Guys, please! Besides, no one is going to hate you! You guys know what Hetalia is like and what happens every World Summit! Everyone forgets about their relationships as world landforms and we're all family again! It's only until midnight and who knows when this is happening again!"

As she says this, she whipped out the invitation from her back pocket and held it out in front of her. The two North Koreans started at it like DC was pointing a gun at them. But there it was, in pearly caligraphy, the Hetalian words written elegantly on the card. The first thought was that she forged it. But they both know (it was a common insult/snag joke between the two) that DC and America's handwriting was atrocious and could never match the pretty one in front of them.

DC: "So! Are you guys coming to Hetalia or not?! Please, come! I don't wanna spend my entire life hating you guys when we're so dang worried! I'm not the only one! And don't call it a pity!"

She threw the invitation at them, which only fluttered into North Korea's hand. He looked down at it. Then at Pyongyang, who was doing the same thing. They kept looking back and forth between the invitation and DC. They honestly didn't know what to do.

DC: "...Fine, I get it. I'll leave. Sorry for being such a pain in the butt right now."

She turns around feeling really disappointed.

DC: (Maybe I was just being a tad cocky after I was able to get Syria, but no matter...it's not exactly my decision...)

Pyongyang: "Wait!"

DC: "Hm? What?"

The American capital warily speaks, perched on the open window, wings half open, but not looking back at the North Korean one.

Pyongyang: "You...you...we're not going with you."

DC: "...Yeah, thanks for the newsflash, I got it."

DC hung her head a little and fully spread out her wings, angling them ready to launch until she felt something tug her wing. In shock, DC whirled around and saw that North Korea was carefully pulling the top of her bone arch with one hand. In the other hand, he held a feather. A pure white feather, that isn't from DC's wings. Or to be more specific, it WASN'T from her wings.

DC: "What...?"

North Korea: "I believe this belonged to you."

DC: "...'Belonged'?"

North Korea: "It's one of your older feathers. The one you carried along with you during the Korean War. You said something about it being one of the first feathers you've had while being a colony."

DC: "...how the heck do you remember all that?"

North Korea: "Because I am not a forgetting, gun-happy fox like you are. You couldn't even remember your own sister."

DC: "...I can now, y'know. Is that all you want to say?"

North Korea: "You're impatient. Let me finish."

DC: "...."

North Korea: "We talked over it, and we'll go. But only if China and Beijing pick us up. We'll be waiting at the border. They know where."

At first, she doesn't say anything. Then a slow smile slides onto her face like a child who got her parents approval to buy a wanted toy.

DC: "Sure thing~! See you guys at Hetalia~!"