Collapsing to his knees, Hong Kong started to dry heave. Hyperventilating, he put a hand over his mouth, tears fell down his face in heavy and constant flow. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe what he was smelling. He tried to shut his eyes, tried to block out the images but the colours just became more vivid, sharper, stronger, realer. All the senses increased tenfold, everything hitting him in waves of pain. He was shaking, unsure of what this pain was, unsure if it was even real. All the emotions fell upon him heavily, shocking his body, not used to this.
Everyone had tried to help, but they had nukes, people were scared, terrified. Very little could be done, the whole world was in an economic depression, had their own problems. Crime rates and poverty and sickness were at record highs. Provisions were sent, but nothing that could help in the long run; rice and bread could only go so far.
"I really just want kimchi..."
No one thought it would be such a big deal, there were several countries with more than one representative. His brother wasn't a killer, he made promises to make sure everything was resolved peacefully. Being so wrapped up in their own problems, wanting nothing more than for this problem to go away, wanting to go back into their own self-absorbed, isolated shells, everyone believed the sugar coated lies. They tried to ignore it.
"D-don't worry 'bout me, guys, Brother won't hurt me, da-ze!"
Things were supposed to be different, changed, resolved. That's what the two brothers had said, the news, the bosses, the world, everyone. No one saw nor cared for the warning signs, the subtle hints he tried to throw out there. He even tried to beg for help, but he was ignored. No one had the time nor money to help some Asian countries' border disputes, not anymore. Times were changing, times were hard.
"Please, aniki, help me... He's... His... Soldiers...Everywhere... Please, you have to help me, d-da-ze..."
It had all happened so suddenly, no one had even suspected. They hid the bombs in passenger planes, dropped them in the middle of the day, dropped them everywhere and anywhere. No mercy was shown. Women, children, civilians, everyone was a victim. People tried to help, they sent in their military. But it was all done so close to civilians, all done so unfairly. No one knew what to do. There was no stopping them. Militaries were pulled out, fearing getting too involved, fearing getting nuked themselves, fearing a Third World War.
"I never did get that last taste of kimchi..."
Hong Kong stared at the rotting corpses, anyone alive was better off dead, the radiation slowly eating away at their brains. He was disgusted, he was horrified, he was scared, he was terrified. He had tried to get here as soon as possible, as soon as it was over. He was so wrapped in his own problems, it took a month. He prayed he was still alive, he was okay. But radiation seeping its way deep into the ground, infecting everything it touched, draining all life. Nothing would ever be grown here again. Nothing was left, nothing but death and despair. Hong Kong tried to stand up, all hope gone, but his knees buckled and he fell forward. He shut his eyes, not caring that he would just fall straight to the ground again, not even attempting to catch his fall. He was surprised to not hit the ground, but fall into another body with a grunt. Opening his eyes, he stared through wet eyelashes.
"Did you bring me kimchi, da-ze?"