Hello :)!
The rating might go up later...
and the program they are watching in the beginning of the story is on youtube (it´s called "News about Hetalia in South Korea")
The voice of the Korean TV announcer echoed through China´s living room with terrifying clarity:
„The feature of the South Korean character cannot be forgiven…The South Korean character touches the other characters´ bosom.
That presents South Korea as a kinky and indecent man.
But as you all know: KINK IS JAPAN!"
Japan stumbled hastily out of his chair, almost choking on his green tea, and turned the TV off before any more personal information could leak.
"There you have it, aru…"
China shook his head.
"I told him to stop touching other people´s chests."
"How has he…reacted to the news?", Hong Kong asked, turning to China.
"He won´t leave his room…" China just looked to the floor.
The picture of China´s living room dissolved and slowly morphed into the colorful panorama of Korea´s room.
There, Korea lay on his bed and sadly fondled the non-existent breasts of the Totoro-plushie Japan had given him for his birthday.
He knew his bosses weren´t too fond of his habit, but banning him from being in the anime…He buried his face in the pillow.
He hadn´t thought that they would go that far.
But thinking back, the terrible event at the last world conference had almost been like an omen for what had happened now.
He still remembered it clearly…
The polka dot-pattern on his pillowcase became blurry as the flashback began.
Korea ran through the hallways of the meeting building.
He had to hurry up, the conference would start in a few minutes.
He was just about to open the door to the meeting room when something on a chair next to it caught his eye. It was a small polar bear.
Huh? What was that doing here?
Korea smiled, it was so cute! His hair curl put on a ^v^ face.
"Annyeonghaseyo, little one. Where did you come from?"
"Who are you?", the bear replied curiously in a rather childish voice.
Korea jumped in surprise.
"Wha-Amazing, you can talk!"
The curl went to o_o.
"I´m Korea, but you can call me Yong Soo. Who are you ?"
"…"
The bear made a mildly surprised sounding noise, but said nothing.
Korea reached out for the small white head. The fur looked so soft, it was just inviting his hand. Awww, and it was really as fluffy and cuddly as he had thought.
He grabbed the adorable animal under its tiny forelegs and lifted it up, then he sat down on the chair and put the furry bundle on his lap.
The small black orbs eyed Korea unwaveringly.
Korea chuckled and continued stroking the bear. Out of habit, he started rubbing around on it´s chest.
He almost laughed and slapped his forehead. What was he expecting to find there?
It was a polar bear, dammit, he couldn´t just possibly have looked for breasts on a polar bear. Korea shook his head. Sure, it had been unconscious, but…Oh, maybe the long flight from Seoul was just getting to-
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream.
"K-Kumajiro!"
Looking up, Korea saw a tall blond man standing in front of him who looked very similar to America. Korea knew he had seen him before at some meetings, but couldn´t remember his name.
He ripped the bear from Korea´s hands at once.
"Wh-What have you done to him?", the man questioned. Considering his expression, it was probably meant to sound angry, there were even bright dramatic colors running through his background, but his voice rose barely above normal speaking tone.
Korea was speechless. ´Done to him´? What did he…
"Kumajiro…Has…has he…m-m-molested you?", The man turned his attention to the bear.
"Who are you?" was all it answered.
The man turned back to Korea.
"Y-You! Groping people isn´t enough for you, is it? Now you resort to poor animals! I´m-I´m warning you! If you ever come near my Kumajiro again, I´ll…I´ll…I´ll tell Cuba…And believe me, y-you don´t want that!"
Even though the man´s ´shouting´ wasn´t very loud, it sufficed to attract nations from the nearby conference room who came to see what was going on.
Korea sat on his chair, frozen with shock, while the America-lookalike ran around hysterically, talking to people and probably telling everyone of the unspeakable atrocity.
Korea wanted to get up, to tell everyone how it really was, but his brain was still busy processing what he was being accused of. When he finally got it, he acted on instinct.
And ran.
It had all been a huge misunderstanding. When he cuddled with that bear, it wasn´t like he thought of anything…The stupid bear!
It had seemed kind of retarded anyways, even though it could talk…Saying nothing but that one sentence.
And that stupid America-clone was just as idiotic, whisper-yelling stuff around and attracting everybody´s attention.
Who knew what he did to that bear anyway? He had been so strangely overprotective, that guy clearly had a bear-fetish! And people were angry at him just for touching breasts…
Well, at least the stains wouldn´t be so visible in that white fur, but…
Waaah, now the pictures were in Korea´s head! He shook it frantically, trying to get rid of them.
Korea practically screamed these next half angry-half desperate thoughts at himself in his mind.
He was the last person who would harm helpless creatures and he wasn´t a depraved freak either!
On the contrary, it was the other way round now, all the others were hurting him by accusing him of such a thing and treating him coldly, and just when he had thought that it couldn´t get any worse, he had learned that he couldn´t be in the series.
Korea wiped his eyes with his overlong sleeves and reached for his MP3-Player on the nightstand to listen to his favorite Girls´ Generation-songs, they usually made him feel better. His T_T-curl bounced in the process.
Sometimes he seriously wondered whether he was born in the wrong way. No, it couldn´t be like that, because France was much worse and they didn´t exclude him from the show.
So why were people on about him that way?
Probably a small group had cried out "pervert!" at one time, because they had either no problems of their own or too many, so that they were unsatisfied with their lives and needed to vent their frustration by talking shit about other people, and the rest had just gone along with it like a bunch of mindless lemmings, because they were too lazy to do anything else.
Korea snorted. Sometimes he just hated people.
Before he could plug in his headphones, there was a knock on the door.
"Yong Soo…May I come in, aru?"
"It´s open."
China stepped in and gently closed the door behind himself, then sat down on the edge of Korea´s bed.
"Look…It´s just an anime series, there are worse things, believe me-"
"That´s not the point, da-ze! It´s the series all of are in, except for me, because my own people deemed me unworthy of representing them. They hate me!"
Korea wiped his eyes again, this time with the underside of his sleeves.
"Ah…here, have a handkerchief first." Korea grabbed the panda-embroidered cloth from China and blew his nose.
"I´m sure that not all of them hate you, aru…You have got to see that your hobby really is a little eccentric…"
"France is worse!"
China shrugged.
"True. But you can´t expect people to love your surprise-chest-touching either. Why do you do it anyway?"
"Oh…" Korea looked at his hands, "I don´t know."
"You don´t know?" China raised an eyebrow.
"You know what I think? You need another way to channel your energy, aru. You do these things because you seek benefit from them in some way, whether it may be attention or reassurance, but you are not getting the responses you wanted. And that´s not very satisfying, is it?"
Korea still looked down and finally shook his head.
"Just as I thought!"
China smiled and wagged his forefinger.
"You need to start over with the basics. First, you should read some of my Taoist literature, then you will begin to understand the great order of things and why it´s sometimes better not to interfere with its natural flow. In time, you will see that you can reach your goals much easier with much less effort, aru."
There was a soft glow surrounding China, probably signifying his four-thousand year old wisdom.
Korea on the other hand briefly wondered whether that was still China talking to him, or one of those annoying guys who sometimes showed up at his door to discuss the impending apocalypse and how to go to heaven when it happened.
He didn´t understand what China meant yet, but nodded anyway.
"Brother?"
"Yes…?"
"Taoism originated in…"
Korea cringed while saying it.
"…in your country, right?"
"Yes."
"Is there any stuff about your manboobs in it too?"
He had said the words before he could stop it.
The scenery changed to Korea standing outside of China´s house, a handcart full of Taoist books next to him. The door was slammed in his face.
"Go home and learn something useful, aru!"
Korea sighed and grabbed the handle of the cart. Luckily, it wasn´t too far to his own house.
Would this really make things better?
The next day, Korea worked himself through some of the books.
Even though the concept as a whole was intriguing, the writing style was a little antiquated which made it hard to read.
The texts were quite crammed with information as well, making it even more difficult.
Korea soon felt bored with all the details.
That was until he reached the part that was about sex.
It took a fairly large amount of the pages, and most of it was about exchanging male and female energy during intercourse and the best ways to do it.
Due to Korea´s rather strong libido and his -up till now- lifelong abstinence, there were already a couple of hot fantasies circulating in his head, every day, all the time.
Appearing whenever they wanted to and always leaving him with an almost painful longing, they were as delicious as they were torturous, and now they were mingling with the detailed description in one of the books.
Korea let go of the open book so that it fell on his stomach and leant back in his comfortable armchair, his chest heaving with a sigh.
The rosy color of his cheeks intensified.
Oh yes, there were some females with whom he´d loooove to exchange energies…Belarus was pretty hot, and Ukraine, oh god Ukraine…
He imagined those two heavy melons burying his face so that he was almost unable to breathe, and then one of those roughed up farmer´s hands would reach down between his legs and squeeze his- Ding-dong!
What, his ding-dong?
No...No, fuck, that was the doorbell!
Ugh, why, why now?
Korea ran to the window.
What, America, here?
What could America want with him?
Hold on…His hair was different. And he was sure that he´d never seen these clothes on America.
This wasn´t America. It was…It was…
Bear-fetish-man!
This was even less expected than America…
Korea was about to head to the door, when his sight fell downwards.
There was a tent. In his pants.
Oh, great.
Now what was he supposed to do with that?