Italicized/Slanted words = A country speaking in their own language.
Bold words = A country speaking in the language of another country they're speaking to. (i.e. If, let's say, China and Japan were speaking and they both chose to speak in Mandarin, Japan's words would be bolded and China's words would be italicized/slanted.)
None of the above = You can assume they are speaking in English.
Hopefully this will help you. I choose to do it this way because I don't know every language. I wanted to show them speaking in their own language. This way was, of course, the easiest route.
North Korea sighed angrily. The communist country was racking his brain for an idea on how to solve the crisis. He was surprised upon the survival of his country for so long. Japan lasted awhile but soon had to come out of isolation and let others help. North Korea remembered how bad Japan's health was getting in that time. His brother, South Korea, had warned the Japanese country that if he didn't seek help, he'd no longer be a country. Japan said he'll be fine but his health kept deteriorating, very slowly becoming worse by each day. Japan then, out of options, stopped the imprisonment, breaking out of isolation. If he hadn't, Japan, just like other countries, would no longer be. North Korea is in the same predicament. Though he hadn't fully cut his country off from the world. That factor could be a reason for his survival of this long.
North Korea leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. "What am I to do?" The country sighed again. He then grasped his chest where his heart is. He knew what this meant. It became something he experienced more often now. This feeling represents the death of a citizen. The more painful it is, the larger amount of fallen citizens. "Shit." Not only did his heart experience pain, but he also experienced a cold. The economy was getting worse.
Knock knock
"Who is it?" He called out. "Let me in Hyung-Sooa." He knew the voice to well. "Come in in before I change my mind, Yong-Sooa." South Korea opened the door and came inside, sitting down on one of the sofas. "How are you feeling, brother?"
"I'm fine. I just need to be left alone."
"You look awfully pale. How am I supposed to just leave you alone?"
"Is that all you came for? Just to check on my health?" South Korea sighed. "No, I didn't. There's a meeting and your presence is wanted." North Korea raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Who wants me there?"
"America, along with the Allies and Axis, wants to speak with you." The communist country sighed. "When is the meeting?"
"Later today." North Korea nodded then sat in silence. "Will you be there, Yong-Sooa?" The mentioned nodded. "Then we should begin to head over there."
~At The Meeting~
North Korea sat to the right of his brother and to the left of Russia. "So you wanted to see me. What about?" America sighed. "Well we've all noticed the state of your health. Which what we've learned about what you've done it may not be a bad thing. You have, not only to other countries, hurt your own people. How-"
"Correction. The Kim family has done that. Also do you really think I like the feeling of my citizens dying?" North had stood up from his chair, angrily, before finishing his sentence. "Who the hell are you to say whether or not I accept what's being done? I can control things, but the citizens are not one of them! If you really want to take care of it, talk to the successor, Kim Joon-Hee, your damn self!" North then stormed out of the room. Once he was alone, tears began to fall. During that meeting he felt the pain of citizens dying. He he tried to keep it in but he no longer could.
Everyone in the conference room sat wide eyed. They hadn't expected an outburst like that.
~In North Korea~
North stood in front the mirror, dressed in only a towel. His long wet hair laying randomly on his body. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out several profanities in Korean. He walked out of the bathroom and walked over to his dresser, letting the towel fall. He searched through his closet and picked out a dark grey suit to wear. North Korea brushed out his hair then put it into a long dark brown braid. He looked at himself in the full-body mirror. His pale face and lips, sunken in face, and tired expression. The man looked away, disgusted by the weakness of his.
North Korea sat down and looked at a piece of news paper. The front page sported the arrival of Kim Joon-Hee's daughter. "Congratulations." He put down the news paper and got up to get a drink of water. As he was taking a sip, he could see a park. Kids were running and being cheerful. He smiled and at the same time the sun came out, shinning every so brightly. The country could feel the heat of the sun hit his skin. His smile stayed plastered on his face even though it may have hurt. Even though there was pain going on, he couldn't help but smile as he saw happiness. He thought to himself. He though it's sad that one day this country, North Korea, will fall. Of course assuming he doesn't come up with a plan to make his country better. To survive several more centuries.
North walked around the park, admiring the joy. Two kids ran, chasing each other, playfully. The chased tripped and fell. "Min-Hoa, Yi-Junga, be careful! You don't need anymore bruises!" The mother helped the teary eyed child get back on his feet. "You're both so careless." The mother smiled the two then motioned for them to go back to playing. The two boys kept running, smiling and laughing. North smiled to himself.
"North!" The mentioned turned to the source, Japan. "What do you want?" The Japanese frowned. "Just to give some helpful tips. You should let others and I help you to get back on your feet."
"I never asked you to. Who sent you? South?" Japan shook his head. "It's just my genuine concern and I."
"Are you always this polite? If you truly care then please Japan, leave my country. I'm not that helpless!" Japan flinched at the harsh words. "Come on North, you need the help of others. You won't be able to last long without help."
"I'll find a way, I don't need you." Japan frowned at the country "Come on North, don't be like that. You need help." The communist country scoffed, throwing the Japanese a glare. "I would feel better if you left, Japan." Japan sighed but decided better to leave the country alone. "At least think about it." Japan walked over to the door and left the country alone. "Aish!" The sound of items harshly pushed off of a desk could be heard. The enraged man clenched the clothing above his heart as he fell to the ground. The economy, the many deaths of citizens, and the anger was becoming too much for him to bear. He could feel himself being consumed by darkness. "Im Yong-Soo." North Korea called out faintly.
