GAH! Sorry for not getting this chapter out sooner, I had multiple mental breakdowns writing this chapter because I had no idea what to do.

I apologize if this chapter is super cringey or just doesn't make sense over all.

I've noticed North Korea isn't as mean or hateful as he is in my head. I'll try to change that the rest of the story.

South Korea P.O.V.

The school day had ended and I was walking home as I always do. Alone. Like always.

When North Korea and I were younger, we used to walk to and from school together. Every activity we would do together until he... changed.

It was during the Cold War between The Soviet Union and The United States of America. We had been out walking one day and I had to go to the bathroom. Once I got back he was talking to this tall country.

His skin was red and he had the hammer and sickle symbol on the top left of his head. I recognized him immediately. It was Soviet Union, and I didn't like him one bit. The whole communist thing just didn't settle well in my mind. I was more of a fan of capitalism.

I was speed-walking over to my brother to pull him away when The Soviet Union reached his hand out, as if making a deal. His mouth moved but I couldn't hear anything.

It was getting dark out and no one else was on the street. I wanted to get home and better yet-get away from that communist.

I continued to walk briskly to my brother when I felt a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I turned around and the red, white, and blue country stood behind me.

"You are now a capitalist. Come with me."

I turned around to get my brother. He had shaken hands with the tall country and his flag was changing.

"Korea!"

My brother turned towards me and we both tried running to each other. The Soviet Union grabbed North and America grabbed me. Both of the stronger nations dragged us away as we tried to break free of their grasp and reunite.

I remember seeing North's tear stained face just as his flag finished changing, and was starting to feel mine change as well. A couple seconds pass of me trying to break free of America's grip when I realized I couldn't see my brother anymore.

I shook my head and sighed. Years have passed since that incident and since the Cold War ended. America and I are best friends, and he apologized for dragging me away like that all those years ago.

I had gotten used to my new life and the name South Korea. North Korea is no longer under the rule of Soviet Union, now is a nation and operating himself, but is still allies with Soviet.

I haven't changed at all since we separated, and always dreamed of meeting my brother again and staying the same besties as we were all those years ago. But now he's so cold to me; pushes me away, and wants nothing to do with me.

I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes as I unlocked my front door. Before I entered I looked to my left. North was my neighbor, at least. It's better than nothing.

I opened the door and entered my house, locking it behind me. I gazed around my living room and wanted to clean it. I had been so tired the past few weeks; I never got the chance to clean up all the clothes and crumbs on the floor.

It honestly looked like I had a party.
I hung my backpack up on the kitchen chair and cooked some food. I ate alone at my table and sighed.

The silence of my house bothered me. It just didn't seem right. I always started feeling a pang of sadness because it reminded me of my brother and I's separation.

This is why I always played K-Pop when I got home. It distracted me from the silence and helped me relax a bit.

I put my plate in the dishwasher and picked up my radio. I turned to a K-Pop station and set it down near the living room TV. I decided to clean up my house while I still had energy.

Time skip, six in the afternoon

I had just finished doing an hour of homework. Who the heck assigns this much homework at the beginning of school?! I thought bitterly.

I looked out my window and saw that North's curtains were removed from the window and his window was open. He must have wanted some fresh air. I looked at the clock. It was a quarter past 6. This would a perfect time to blast some K-Pop. He won't expect it.

I took my radio and put one of my most favorite K-Pop CDs inside of it. I set it on my windowsill and turned it on full volume. I opened my window and got ready to push the start button.

"하나 둘 셋! (One... two... three!)"

With my K-Pop blasting away, in no time at all North had drawn back his blinds and was yelling at me to turn it off.

"한국을 끄세요! (Turn it off, South Korea!)"

I laughed as he continued yelling at me to turn it off. Eventually, he threatened to nuke me. Instead of turning off the music, I turned it down so he could hear me. "당신이 나를 핵무기 만한다면 미국은 당신을 반발 할 것입니다. 너 저걸 원하니? (If you nuked me, America would nuke you back. Do you want that?)"

North stared at me for a couple moments. I could tell he was trying to think of what to say next.

Eventually, he huffed and said, "좋아, 이겼어. (Fine, you win.)"

He closed his window and walked away. I turned up my K-Pop and danced away in my room, singing along with the lyrics. I stopped when I heard the doorbell an hour later.

I turned off the music and jumped down the stairs three at a time. I walked to the front door and was surprised to see America standing there.

"미국?! Ahem, America? What are you doing here?" I was genuinely surprised that America was at my door. He didn't even text or call beforehand.

America smiled at me. "Hey, South. I was wondering if I could stay the night."

Woah, woah, woah. What?!

I stared at him. "밤을 보낸다는 것은 무엇을 의미합니까?!" I internally slapped myself. America. Doesn't. Understand. Korean.

"What do you mean, spend the night?" I repeated in English. "You need to call beforehand, you know this."

America shuffled his feet. "Yeah, I know... I decided to spend some time with an allie, but I realized it was getting late. I can't walk home now, it's too cold and I can't see anything. You were the closest so here I am."

America was right. It was really dark out, and it did get really cold at night. America also lives a while away, so that wouldn't be good.

I sighed and let him in. "You can sleep in the guest room. Aren't your parents worried about you right now?"

America nodded. "I forgot my phone at the house this morning, can I use yours?"

I handed America my phone and sat back and watched TV while he called his parents. I could hear the conversation he was having in the other room. It wasn't a long one.

"Hey Dad, I'm staying at South Korea's house tonight. I was hanging with a friend and lost track of time. I can't get home, it's too cold and I can't see crap."

"..."

"Okay, Dad."

"..."

"Alright, bye. Tell Canada I hope he gets better."

America walked into my living room and gave me my phone back. "What was that about Canada?" I asked him as he sat down beside me.

"Oh, Canada's sick. That's why he wasn't at school today, guess I forgot that he was in the morning." America explained.

"Is it bad?"

"He doesn't have the energy to move and he's throwing up a lot. It's not the worst but he's not okay."

"오 이런..."

"What-"

"I said oh gosh."

America and I continued to watch TV until eight thirty. I grabbed the remote and turned off the television, earning a groan from Ame.

"Why can't we continue?"

"Dude, we have school tomorrow."

"So?"

"Get your rest. I don't care if you choose against it, but I need my 아름다운 수면. (Beauty sleep)"

America snorted. "I think I'll stay up."

"자신에 맞게. 당신이 너무 피곤하고 다음 수업을 찾을 수 없을 때 나에게 울지 마십시오. (Suit yourself. Don't come cryin to me when your super tired and can't find your next class.)"

I left America to try and identify what I said and went to my room. I closed the door and changed into my pajamas. I looked out my window and saw North Korea talking to somebody. I noticed a red hand and assumed it was China.

I closed my window and got into bed, drifting off to sleep.

North Korea's P.O.V.

The school day seemed to drag on. It was the same thing in every class. The teacher introduced themselves, had all the students introduce themselves (Though I didn't say anything), then they told us about what they teach, and then gave us a 'test'. The test was actually just a cheap way to get to know the students. I doubt they'd actually take time to know each student since there are over a hunred in this school.

Anyway, I was waiting in the hallway for all the students to clear out when someone bumped into me.

"Oh! Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

I turned around and saw Chile standing there (the bastard was taller than me-). I stared at Chile and frowned. He finally opened his eyes and stared at me back. "O-oh! North Korea! Um..." He trailed off.

I raised an eyebrow. It was obvious he wanted to say something but wasn't. Chile let out a sigh. "Look, I'll get to the point..." He trailed off AGAIN.

I was now getting annoyed. Not only at Chile but at his presence. His existence. I really wanted to push him away. But I tried not to.

"Why don't you talk?"

Really? That's the question you ask. I pushed Chile away despite his taller size and mass. I aggressively motioned for him to leave the school.

"You can't tell me what to do." Chile said, taking a step towards me.

I prepared myself for a fight when I heard a very familiar Chinese accent behind Chile.

"我建議您在受傷之前聽取朝鮮的建議。" (I suggest you take North Korea's advice before you get hurt.)

Chile pushed past me and ran down the hall to the exit of the school. I nodded at China in thanks as he too stared after him.

China shook his head. "They all should know you only talk to me."

I nodded. "가짜의. (Dummy)"

"That reminds me," China pulled a book out of his locker. "I want to learn Korean so I don't have to ask for a translation so much. Besides, I want to be able to read the menu when we go out to eat at Korean restaurants."

I giggled a bit. It is really funny watching China try to read the menus at the restaurants. I always end up translating for both him and the waiter.

"That sounds like a great idea, I'll help you. Hopefully you'll be able to understand faster." I said, grinning.

"Yeah..." China trailed off.

I stopped grinning. "China? You okay?"

China was staring at me. I raised my hands till they were an inch from his face, and then clapped.

He jumped. "Huh? What? Oh, sorry. Must've spaced out again." He laughed.

China and I walked through the halls until we came upon the school exit. China opened and held the door for me and I thanked him. We were walking home together, something that always happened during the week.

China got a call from his brother and reluctantly answered the phone. "什麼。" (What.)

For some reason I could hear Taiwan despite China not having it on speaker. I still couldn't understand what they were saying, though.

"也很高興聽到您的聲音。聽中國，我正在開派對，我要把你踢出屋子過夜，這樣你才不會讓我難堪。" (Glad to hear you, too. Listen China, I'm having a party and I'm kicking you out for the night so you don't embarrass me.)

"什麼？！" (WHAT?!)

"你聽到了" (You heard me.)

"你不能把我踢出去！" (You can't just kick me out!)

“是的，我可以。你知道為什麼嗎？我是哥哥。此外，這只是今晚的事，不要這么生孩子。” (Yes, I can. You know why? I'm the older brother. Besides, it's just for tonight, don't be such a baby about it.)

“那不公平！什麼-” (That's not fair! What-)

“如果你問我要去哪裡，我真的不在乎。想辦法。” (If you're asking me about where you're gonna stay, I really don't care. Figure something out.)

Taiwan hung up the phone as China stared at the ground. He had stopped walking and I was starting to worry about him.

"Everything okay?" I asked, setting a hand on his shoulder and looking up at him.

"H-hey... Can I spend the night...?" China asked. I could tell he was trying his best on not letting his voice crack.

I nodded. "Of course you can. Did something happen?"

"The bastard Taiwan kicked me out of the house so I don't embarrass him at his party."

"...Did he..."

"It's just for tonight, don't worry."

I nodded and grabbed China's hand. I led him to my house and opened the door, letting him in. We went up the stairs to my room.

"I don't have a guest bedroom, and I don't want you to sleep on the couch," I motioned to my bed. "So you can sleep here."

China looked at my bed, then back to me. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

"The floor."

I walked over to my closet to grab a mattress, a pillow, and a blanket. China grabbed my arm before I could open it. "I can't do that to you, I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, you're my guest, so you'll sleep on the bed."

"It's your room, I'll sleep on the floor."

"The guest shouldn't sleep on the floor!"

China and I both kept on insisting on giving the other the bed. Without thinking, I said this: "How about we both sleep on the bed?"

Realizing what I said, I covered my mouth and blushed. China stared at me for a few moments, also blushing.

"Um... uh... uhm... I- uh..." I sputtered out.

China laughed. "That's actually a great idea."

"N-no it's not!"

"Yeah, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"North Korea, we're both gonna sleep on the bed."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

I slapped my forehead when I realized what he did. China chuckled. "Glad you agree."

"That's not fair!"

"Sure, it is!"

Before I could say anything else I suddenly heard K-Pop. It was so loud and unexpected that I jumped.

Quickly getting angry, I rushed to my window and pulled back the blinds. As always, South was standing there with his radio.

"한국을 끄세요! (Turn it off, South Korea!)"

China watched as I continued the scream at South Korea to turn the music off, whom was laughing at me. After five minutes of yelling, I threatened to nuke him. China stiffened at that.

South Korea turned the music down but not off. He then said to me, "당신이 나를 핵무기 만한다면 미국은 당신을 반발 할 것입니다. 너 저걸 원하니? (If you nuked me, America would nuke you back. Do you want that?)"

I opened my mouth to reply but no sound came out. South was right. If I nuked or hurt South Korea's country in any way, America would immdediately jump to his aid, maybe even nuke me.

I was probably standing there for a good minute before China said something. "North, please don't. Relax."

I sighed. "좋아, 이겼어. (Fine, you win.)"

I closed my window and turned towards China. "He has a point, you know," He told me. "And I don't want you getting hurt."

I nodded. I walked over to my bed and lied down.

"You doing okay?" China asked, sitting down next to me.

"Yeah, just stressed about what South said."

China didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled out the book he had from his backpack. "How about you teach me some Korean to get your mind off of it?"

"Good idea."

I taught China Korean until 9 o'clock at night. He caught on pretty quickly and most of the time pronounced the words correctly. It was honestly pretty fun.

We layed down on opposites sides of the bed and told each other good night.

For the first time in years, I wasn't stressed about waking up tomorrow. Now I had something to look forward to.

I'm gonna have to clear some stuff up later won't I :")