Introduction: Hello everyone. Your girl is not exactly back in the Hetalia fandom, but simply using the fandom as an excuse to write Korea/Vietnam fanfictions because too many ideas are brimming inside my head.
Starting this series is one of them. If you are a fan of Korean dramas or not a fan, I hope you enjoy either way. This series is meant to parody Korean drama tropes and trends; intended for hilarity. Everything is meant to be a cliché!
Enjoy!
The characters' names are exactly as their nation's titles because I'm too lazy to keep track of human names.
Chapter 1: First Meeting
Vietnam was vacationing in Thailand for the summer. After months of political and international dealings and meetings with all the officials of ASEAN, the West and Northeast Asia without actually seeing the representative countries themselves, Vietnam was exhausted.
She was not the least bit apologetic to be spending some quality time with her long-time friend and rival. Not when that quality time included relaxation at one of his beautiful beaches, Phra Nang beach, flaunting around in her green bikini with her hair loose and accompanied by a tasty and refreshing coconut-pineapple-rum cocktail by her table.
Oh and Taiwan just had to tag along as well. She always does.
The sun was setting casting a beautiful mixture of orange, red and purple diamond lightings among the waves in the ocean.
While the three Asian friends were wading in the water, Thailand had informed Vietnam and Taiwan:
"Oh yeah, did I mention Mr. Japan, Mr. Indonesia and Mr. South Korea will be joining us later this evening? They're my best friends for a long time and I was hoping everyone would get along and enjoy this summer holiday together!"
Naturally, Taiwan was excited because hey, she thrived in male presence. That was nothing new. Vietnam was curious herself and excited to see the nations she never truly got to meet but simply dealt with their own officials and presidents whenever there was a business meeting strangely enough. Them being Thailand's good friends that he trusted was a plus.
After the friends all got dried up and dressed, Thailand left to make some preparations he would not explain about. Taiwan and Vietnam were left in the luxurious hotel lobby Thailand rented out for all of them.
It was not a problem despite the large crowds including celebrities going in. The two ladies had plenty to occupy themselves with such as the TV displaying, soft couches, the latest, trendy magazines showing what was on the news lately, the current hottest fashion or Korean boybands, etc. There were also a lot of delicious food and drinks going around from young and good- looking waiters.
Taiwan and Vietnam were enjoying and indulging themselves indeed.
Not too long later, they were approached by two attractive males who introduced themselves as Mr. Japan and Mr. Indonesia. They had briefly mentioned that apparently, Mr. South Korea was delayed with something back in his home country and won't arrive until much later.
"It's good to see how you two finally look like. It's great to put a face to countries I'm close partners with," Vietnam smiled and shook both of their hands.
"Likewise! You're actually prettier than I thought you would be," Indonesia gave a sheepish smile back, but Vietnam caught a slight wink. She blushed and laughed politely in response.
Japan and Taiwan were ogling each other in a dopey manner and afterwards, it did not take long at all for the four countries to become fast friends.
In fact, Japan and Taiwan looked like they were heading the direction of being much more than friends. From the looks of it, the two have known each other much longer.
"I wish Thailand had told me sooner that you would be here. I wouldn't have taken my time packing if I knew I would see your beautiful face this summer," Japan sighed, scratching his head exasperatedly when they were all in seated in the colorful karaoke room.
Taiwan giggled, wrapping her arms around the Japanese man.
"Don't say that, hun. Isn't it better to focus on the positives and be thankful we're finally together and not have to work today? How long are you staying?" The Taiwanese woman practically gushed.
As the two Northeast Asian nations conversed animatedly and affectionately with each other, Indonesia turned to Vietnam, an alcoholic drink in hand.
"Were those two always so close?" He made a face and Vietnam chuckled lightly.
"Yes. Trust me, when you live close and are roommates with a girlfriend for some time, you start to learn every single detail about her up the nth thing," The Vietnamese smiled mischievously. Indonesia simply rolled his eyes in an annoyed but playful manner.
Their conversations continued to ensue.
Finally, Vietnam got bored and sneaked to get out of the room. Liquor and spicy Thai food was nice and all, but she needed a coffee.
Making her way to explore the rowdy clubs filled with young people, celebrities, perverted old white men and ladyboys dancing or grinding each other inappropriately,
Vietnam finally found a corner designated as the coffee table for anyone to help themselves. After filling the little disposable cup with coffee bean powder, the leverage to pour boiling water from the machine was not cooperating.
With frustration, Vietnam pushed it down harder, but the stupid thing would not budge.
"Gah!" She hissed when sprits of scorching water squirted out, burning parts of her hand when she hit the lever too hard.
"The coffee here doesn't even smell that good. Vietnamese coffee will always be the best," She mumbled to herself irate. "Wish I had brought some with me…"
She continued to abuse the machine for a few seconds longer when a deep male voice interrupted her.
"That's a bold thing to say. I have tried Vietnamese coffee myself, but I wouldn't boast it to be that good. Wouldn't it be nice to show some humility as you are in someone else's country?"
Huh? Riled up, Vietnam whipped her head around all too ready to sass back at whoever was talking to her in such a condescending manner.
Vietnam remembered vaguely seeing videos of street fashion these days; those trendy good looking guys walking hand in hand with equally pretty girls down the streets in Tokyo, Seoul or whatever.
Well this guy looked exactly like one of those guys. He had a black face masked tucked underneath his chin giving his mouth room to talk freely. His black hair as well as his face was mostly hidden underneath a dark cap so she couldn't fully make out his looks, a black leather jacket covered a simple, but pristine white t-shirt underneath paired with a casual pair of dark jeans and black shoes.
"Uh, do I know you?" Vietnam replied with attitude. "If you actually tried authentic Vietnamese coffee, you'll take back what you said."
She saw his lips quirk in amusement as he adjusted his baseball cap tighter.
"Really? You will have to brew me some authentic Vietnamese coffee some time then," The man gently took her cup and walked towards the coffee machine.
With a few quick hand movements that were too fast for her to make out, the stranger effortlessly got the technology to pour a generous amount of hot water into her cup before handing it back to her.
"…Thanks."
"You're welcome. You have to be gentle with this thing. I have been around here in Thailand several times for both work and leisure, so I know this place like it's my own home," The stranger informed.
She nodded and took a sip of the fresh coffee before spitting out with a light shriek. She scrambled to find cold water to sooth her tongue burn. To her annoyance, she could hear the man laughing from close behind her.
"It's not funny," She snapped.
"Were you always this clumsy?" He mocked and then asked the bartender for a plastic bag of ice.
"Not always…" Vietnam tried to sound indignant. "Who wears a freaking leather jacket to a hot, Southeast Asian country like this anyway?"
Okay, so she'll admit it. Vietnam can be petty at times and when she feels like she's being cornered where she might end up leaving humiliated, she'll divert using a low tactic to attack something else personal.
This obviously did not deter the stranger and he only quirked a brow in response.
"What about you?" He countered, giving her a brief once over although his eyes crinkled as if he truly appreciated what he was seeing.
"Next time, I suggest not wearing white if you're going to be as clumsy as you are."
Vietnam looked down startled. The pale in her face turned a beet red when she realized the spilled water she squirted on herself earlier stained her white sundress making everything transparent including the unpadded black bra cupping her breasts which left quite little to the imagination.
"You're such a pervert!"
With a mortified huff, she turned on her heel to leave the vicinity hoping to never see that weird and gross male ever again. The last thing she heard was once again, his loud and uninhibited laughter.
Little did Vietnam know, this man was about to change her life forever.
"Thailand!"
At the sound of Vietnam's shriek the moment she barged back into the karaoke room, the male nation jumped up as did the others.
"Vietnam! What's wrong?" His brows knitted in concern.
"There's this super weird guy I just had an unpleasant encounter with at this hotel. He could be a drug dealer and he just dressed odd!" She tried stressing with dramatic hand movements.
By this time, Japan, Taiwan and Indonesia had already crowded around her watching her with shocked faces and anticipation.
"What?!" Was all Thailand could utter before looking around for something he could use as a weapon.
"You had better get him out of here or he could do something," She continued. "No…Better get the pervert out of your country!"
She found a butter knife lying on the table and handed it to Thailand. The whole room was quiet when there was a knock on the door. All four backed up against a wall with Thailand in the front slowly opening the door with one hand, the other ready to thrust the knife at the slightest sign of threat.
The door steadily creaked open to reveal a shadow. That's when the male Asian jumped with his Muay Thai skills and was ready to strike…Until a skilled hand from the perpetrator twisted the knife easily out of the Thai's hand and a leg knocked him to the ground on his back with a thud.
Taiwan shrieked, and Japan slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Wow."
Vietnam froze at the deep familiar voice she heard just minutes ago.
"Is this how you greet me when I specially went through the trouble to take time off from my work just to see you, old friend? I'm hurt."
The same man held out his hand to Thailand for him to grasp it. He groggily sat up and blinked. Then to Vietnam's astonishment and dismay, a wide smile blew up on his face.
"Yong Soo!" He jumped up and the two males laughed and clasped each other over the shoulders hugging.
"What the hell?" Vietnam snapped, looking at Thailand beadily hoping for a clear explanation. Thailand only grinned. Japan and Taiwan also sighed in relief.
"Vietnam, don't tell me this was the "drug dealer" you were talking about?" Taiwan giggled.
"What do you mean? Doesn't he seem shady to you? Who is he?" The Vietnamese woman could feel her ears getting hotter either from frustration or embarrassment she didn't know. All she knew was that someone had better fill her in fast.
"Vietnam, let me introduce you. This rakish guy over here," Japan thrusted his thumb towards the man who was looking at her curiously.
"Is Mr. South Korea. He likes to befriend people in the most unorthodox method, but I promise you, he's a very interesting and nice guy. He's harmless too. South Korea, this lady is Vietnam. Hope you two get along well and put past misunderstandings."
Harmless? Vietnam was going to pretend she didn't see that split second skill of martial arts from him earlier where he easily kept Thailand down. Shuddering, she sat back down to drink a can of opened beer.
She then sneaked back a glance at him. South Korea no longer had his dark cap on. His dark hair which was newly dyed over previous brown was disheveled. His skin was an even tone and to her jealousy, perfectly clear and smooth. So it was true they really took fastidious care of their looks in Korea. His eyes had no double eyelids oddly enough. It made his overall features, eyes, high bridged nose and perfect lips look extra sharp and aquiline.
He was, she admitted privately to herself, very attractive to look at.
Feeling her gaze, his sharp black eyes looked back at her. Abruptly looking back to the TV screen, she pretended to be engrossed in the song currently playing.
A while later, Indonesia, Japan and Taiwan had left to go sightseeing the city life. Vietnam cursed under her breath hoping Taiwan would at least stay.
She was getting a little tipsy already and if she were to be drunk and fall on someone, it would be best to do that with another female.
She looked over to Thailand, but he was too busy involved in what looked like a more serious discussion with South Korea.
A bit dizzy, Vietnam let her body lean over just a bit to eavesdrop. Thailand's facial expression seemed concentrated and she wondered what the Korean man was saying to have him so focused. If he was saying something rude or gross, she'll make sure Mr. South Korea would never hear the end of it…And maybe add a beating too.
"I like the progress of the building constructions so far. But don't you think adding more of an aesthetic flair would be better? Maybe in a few years," South Korea gestured a hand around the room.
"Your Bangkok might finally come to par with my Seoul and Busan."
She twitched in irritation.
"That is true…"
"Besides, your night life and clubs are already prosperous, hmm?" The Korean man continued. He took out his mobile phone to type something. The style and design looked high quality and expensive.
Vietnam could not help but be envious. When will her country finally be able to afford such things as the norm?
"If my country is going to invest in yours, I expect you to do your best working on building up your GDP and economic growth."
"I see and I agree. We are doing our best," Thailand put in. "We're already aligned with Mr. Singapore in terms of development. We're already more developed than the rest of Asia aren't we?"
"Your best is not the best. It could be better. Your friend Vietnam here is rising rather rapidly herself. It's why of all the foreign nations, South Korea invest the most in her," The Korean pointed out like she wasn't there. He probably figured she was too drunk to pay attention or maybe she was sitting too far away?
Vietnam took another swig of beer. So this was the man who represented the Northeast Asian peninsula. Rich people…Rich nations. They sound so entitled and cocky!
She tapped Thailand on the shoulder. When he turned to her in question, she leaned close to his ear.
"Why are you best friends with this arrogant bastard again? In only a few years, he became a first world nation and he acts like he's the CEO of everybody in Asia forcing his standards down everyone's throat?" She whispered, but her intoxicated state made her "whisper" a little too loud that it was in hearing range.
Thailand chuckled and settled Vietnam down.
"Come on. He's not that bad. South Korea is known for being frank, but he means well. Maybe you should get to know him. I'm sure you'll learn to like him?" He advised with a whisper of his own.
Throughout the exchange, South Korea who could hear every single word being said could only stare in mild amusement. He didn't think in just one day, he already garnered such dislike from this one Southeast Asian female. It was a new and refreshing sort of feeling as everyone and women tend to be in awe or crushed on him around the world ever since the rise of the Hallyu wave and Korean influence.
Still, Japan, Thailand, Philippines, Indonesia, Mongolia, India, China, Taiwan and so on he all had in the palm of his hands using his simple charms and charisma alone…Well, maybe not Japan.
But this Vietnamese woman seemed intent on building a wall against him. Well, he always liked and was stimulated by a challenge. He chuckled to himself taking in the scene in front of him.
"Whatever. I still don't like him," Vietnam stood up with a huff, but then lost her balance. Her footing got messy and her vision was not straight from the alcohol. Slamming her hands on the glass table to steady herself, she looked up the ceiling in frustration.
Where was Taiwan when a girl needed her?
"Vietnam, you okay? I think you should lay down a bit. You had too much to drink," She heard Thailand speak and getting up.
"No, I'm f-fine…" Her voice slurred. One of her hands raised up to push him away but she found she only pushed air.
Trying to assert her body to stand up again, her footing knotted itself and she found her body falling straight to another firm and warm body.
Strong and muscled arms underneath soft leather held her securely and safely in place. Surprised, Vietnam had the last energy left to look up and surely enough, she saw the face of the person she newly considered someone she would rather not have to interact with again.
Why was she always in unclassy situations with him where she looks like the clumsy idiot?
With a sigh, she looked down and…Threw up all over his perfect pair of jeans.
"Aissh, you…!"
Was the last thing she heard before passing out.
End Note:
Couple starts off not exactly liking each other check
Clumsy idiot female lead check
Drunk scene check
Female lead vomiting and humiliating herself on a minutely basis check
CEO/charismatic/impossibly handsome male lead check
Looks like I completed four K-drama tropes this chapter. Look forward to the next one!