Summary: A summer fling between Thailand and Vietnam became a problem, but then again, every summer fling does. This story cannot have a happy ending. Dark!ThaiViet.

A/N: If you have read my previous stories, you will realize that this story is a rewritten version of TWDEID, an M-rated fanfiction that I wrote 4 years ago as an immature teenager. I have plans to finish this fanfiction, but first, I have to completely rewrite it. Here comes the prologue. I will post Chapter 1 soon.

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Prologue.

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Sometimes, when Vietnam lay awake in her office after work, she would look out from the window and feel trapped. In this confined and departmentalized world, walls of charade replaced nature: materialism deteriorated the biosphere, and propriety triumphed over integrity and principles. No good deed went unpunished. Genuineness marked the downfall of actors in the international system. Everything was a giant cage. She could not escape.

But that year, she took delight in pretending that she was free. Her cage welcomed another prisoner, and together, they underwent a metamorphosis.

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Black. White. Black. White. In the ocean of blackness enveloping Bangkok, the dim light of the stars were drowned in the incandescence of city lights. Breaths mingled. What was she dreaming of? Mongol troops? Champa crying and begging for her mercy? The winds rippled on the window glass, and she could hear their solemn howls against the buzz of the air conditioning. No, this is something else. A more modern nightmare? The Counter-offensive on the Southwestern border? Her mind recalled Cambodia, and Thailand- Thailand. He stood there, blood in his face, a wide smile plastering across his twisted face-

Their lips met.

Vietnam woke up.

The date was April 4, 2030, and she was in Bangkok. The clock on her nightstand showed 03:00AM. She had not had a war with any other country for several decades.

She wondered if what she just saw was the mere result of her traumas. It was normal for veteran countries to suffer frequent pain even during periods of peace. Just a few months ago, she still saw Russia clutching his left arm subconsciously while talking with Germany. As for Vietnam, after the wars, flashbacks came back. Agony would cut her head open and blur her vision until she saw nothing but a white horizon. When the monsters of memories stopped butchering her head, she would take sleeping pills and fall asleep to the buzzing sounds of her emerging cities.

It did not seem like the sleeping pills worked this time. Vietnam might need a heavier dose. She sighed and opened the drug package. She had an ASEAN meeting later that day to attend, and she could not afford to lose sleep.

Who was the host again, Vietnam wondered as she groggily went back to sleep. Oh, right. Thailand.