Hetalia of course, does not belong to me (Sadly). It belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.

This is also my first entry to this site so... yeah. Enjoy. xD

Failing

You and your friend Im Yong Soo were walking home from the park. The sun was setting and you both wanted to hurry up and get home before it became dark out.

Once you were on the sidewalk that led to your house, you noticed a slug on the walkway but decided to not say anything about it, assuming that Korea had noticed it by now. Unfortunately, you were wrong. He somehow managed to slip on said slug and fall backwards, hitting his head on a well-placed rock- almost like in that Nightmare On Elm Street movie when the guy falls out of the portal. You stared, unable to keep yourself from not laughing. During your LOL's, you helped your friend up. He glared at the slug and it gave him its best 'Come at me bro' face.

Korea pointed at is and said, "Yeah... That's why you're not a snail!"

It ever-so-slowly backed away from him in a butt-hurt fashion. You dragged Korea inside before he ran over to the poor thing and kicked it.

.~.

You made Korea some soup in an effort to make him feel better. Though when you handed him the bowl, you forgot to tell him that it was really hot so once he dived into the bowl for the broth, he burned himself, causing him to drop the bowl into his lap. Unfortunately, the soup spilled all over his crotch and the floor surrounding him, causing him to whimper loudly and turn to you. You couldn't even imagine how much it hurt. You ran back into the kitchen to go get a cold, wet rag to clean up the mess.

.~.

Korea decided to stay over for the night, so you let him sleep in the extra bedroom. Once you walked out of the bathroom from brushing your teeth, heading to your room, you heard a loud creak and what you assumed to be a colorful cursing rainbow in Korean.

You ran over to the room he was in and sighed, somewhat surprised.

"Are you really that fat?" you asked in your 'ohwowthatwassuchafail' tone of voice.

"No I'm not!" Korea crossed his arms offended, not moving out of the now broken bed frame, which caused the mattress to concave a bit, him laying in the middle.

"I suppose you won't mind sleeping on the floor then?"

"I'm not sleeping on the floor."

"Fine then," you rolled your eyes and shut his door, walking back to your room.

After a while of crossing his arms and pouting, Korea gave in and threw his blankets and pillows onto the floor, crawling down to lay on them. Once he was about to go into Dream Land, he felt something crawling up his leg.

"Oh fuck 'dis shit."