Alice: Hey there~ *is bombed by overwhelming amount of various rotten foods* Oi! That was a bit uncalled for! Dx Anyways, I know I need to update, but my obsessive cycles are hard to predict, so the next time my spurt of KHR! obsession comes around, I'll update ^_^"
Anyways... I writing with my Hetalia OC, Uzbekistan, and wanted to use first person POV– hence this short one-shot. Don't you just love S. Korea? ;D
Though it was certainly difficult to ascertain, I had known Japan well enough to be able to tell that at the moment, even he was becoming irritable. His brows were scrunched together, his eyes hard and his lips pursed ever so slightly as he gazed ahead at the near endless line through security. A tad impatient and eager to leave, I, like all of the other nations, had a meeting to attend in New York. But I wasn't really bothered by the wait. Really, we, the Asian Nations, had put up with the ridiculously long drive to Narita International Airport from Tokyo, so this couldn't possibly be all that bad. South Korea appeared to be taking it all in stride as he watched the crowds pass by on their way, though Taiwan and I did have to slap his wandering hands away from aghast strangers.
Having apparently seen enough of the line ahead, the Japanese man turned to us with apologetic eyes. "I'm so sorry, I really am. I knew I should have taken us to Haneda," he fretted, twisting his hands before lifting up his wrist to check his watch. His brown eyes widened and he blanched, only to then look over at the line and begin tapping the toe of his foot nervously against he ground. Leaning forward, I placed a comforting hand on the nation's shoulder.
"Really, Kiku. It's fine. We'll be fine, right?" You asked, turning to look at the others. Korea and China were staring at the ceiling, while Hong Kong stared into space with a blank expression. Vietnam was fiddling with her sleeve and Taiwan messed around with my hair. They blinked before looking me and nodding.
Korea wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. China, blushing, tried to pry him off of me as Vietnam replied, "Yup! We'll be just fine, Kiku. "
Rolling my eyes while attempting to pry South Korea's hands away from a location so close to my chest, I attempted to soothe Japan. "Really, if it's taking this long, the security must be really thorough." I felt Korea nod from behind me.
"Yeah! Did you know that efficient airport security was invented in Korea, da ze?"
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"Shut up, aru." Japan only shook his head and proceeded down the finally moving line. We followed after, and finally, came to arrive at the metal detectors. The security guard gestured for the nation to walk through, which he did, only to halt midway through when the alarm sounded. Japan frowned, perturbed, and followed when the security guard led him into a large glass box to be patted down.
The minute the man started patted at the breast pocket of Japan's shirt, Korea flipped. Many passersby could only watch with mixes of horror and confusion as the Korean man gripped my chest, eyes trained on the box, while wailing, "NO! LEAVE HIS BREASTS ALONE! THEY'RE MINE, DA ZE!"
An extremely furious China, expressionless Hong Kong, and another security guard had to drag him off of me and down the other terminal. Needless to say, the Asian party arrived several hours late to the meeting…
Alice: How was it? Have I temporarily suppressed the rage of my angry readers? Please review!
By the way, if anyone's wondering why Uzbekistan is actually displaying sarcasm, le gasp this was when she was a bit younger. And as for her siblings, they were traveling with Russia this time. Yeah. (Meaning I was too lazy to include them. Again.)