MCD: I've been listening to the song Dango Daikazoku for the past two hours and I'm still not tired of it~ Amusing little plunny~

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Miroku sighed and rubbed the top of his staff against his head, scratching the annoying spot.

He was completely, utterly, totally bored.

And to make it even worse, there were absolutely no women around whatsoever! The only thing that accompanied him was that strange little boy with the odd clothes and the hair-curl with its own face.

Little boys were definitely not curvy women.

Miroku sighed and sat down underneath a tree on the side of the road, deciding to stop and rest since there were no villages in sight and he was moving on empty.

No sooner had he sat down than that same weird little boy popped out from behind a nearby tree and stared at him with large, unblinking, cutesy eyes. Miroku tried to ignore him and shifted against the tree, trying to get comfortable-

"Oof!" he grunted when an unfamiliar weight landed in his lap. His eyes snapped open and he glared down at the foreign object. He had no idea just how "foreign" it was. "It" was the stalker of a little boy.

"Nii-chan?" he asked cutely, reaching up and tugging on Miroku's hair. Miroku blinked, a look of realization dawning his face. He gently separated the boy's fingers from his hair and smiled.

"Ah, is that why you've been following me around? Because you think I'm your big brother? Well, I'm sorry to say that I'm not him." He apologized and picked the little boy up so that he could stand. He gently placed the little boy back down and sat on his heels in front of him, so that they could talk without him towering over him.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, since the little boy's big brown eyes started to water. His face scrunched up in sadness and he started to sob.

"Nii- Nii-chan?" his voice cracked between the cries and Miroku paled, looking around for some help. There was none. "You're not nii-chan? Where is nii-chan? Waaaaaa!" the little boy started crying, fat droplets falling quickly down his cheeks. Miroku hissed and gulped. What the heck? He was only used to women crying!

"Ah, erhm…" Miroku fidgeted in place for a moment, then sighed. He brought the little boy into a hug and patted his back soothingly. "There there, little one, don't cry. Everything's going to be alright." He murmured comforting words to the little boy and he slowly stopped crying. He looked up Miroku when he was reduced to hiccups.

"Really? I'm gonna see big brother soon?" he asked hopefully and Miroku sweatdropped. Shouldn't this kid be asking for his mother? What was his obsession with his brother about?

"Err, yes, of course, little one! I'll help you find your nii-chan. Until then, you can stay with me. Here, my name's Miroku. Mi-ro-ku. What's your name, little one?" Miroku said and the little boy beamed.

"My name's Korea, Miroku-nii!" Miroku's eye twitched. "My nii-chan's name is China, but sometimes we call him Yao-yao." Miroku nodded, wondering if it was a coincidence that they were both named after countries.

"Alright then Korea-chan, let's get going! I bet you're brother's very worried about you." Miroku cooed, already warming up to the little one. He picked Korea up and smiled at him, tapping his forehead. Korea giggled and snuggled up to Miroku.

*Meanwhile, at Japan's house…*

"AIYAH! WHERE DID KOREA GO, ARU! DID HE WANDER OUT OF TOWN, ARU?!"

"C-calm down China-san… I'm sure Korea is in safe hands…"

~And that is how Korea became perverted. THE END~

MCD: PFFFFTTT-