A.N. This story started out as a role play with my friend and I. I went to the cemetery and got the inspiration to write a story with what my friend and I had already started. So this may be a bit violent for some, so if you aren't into that- don't read it :3 ENJOY!

-South Korea's POV-

His beading eyes stared me down, begging for me to crumple up and die.

-Flashback to Childhood-

"Brother!" I called.

"What now, South Korea?" North Korea asked bitterly.

I sniffed, " I got a splinter."

"So?"
"Can you help me?"

He sighed, "I guess."

North Korea had been my role model for as long as I could remember. I had always looked up to him, but could never match his perfection.

He took my hand. "Where is it?"

I pointed to a tiny splinter.

"You're crying over that?"

"Yes…"

-End Flashback-

"You really h-hate me?" I barely got the word out.

"Who wouldn't? You're worthless and weak." He replied harshly.

The knife I held got closer to my heart. My arm was shaking.

Does my own brother, the one I had always looked up to, really not want me here? I wondered.

Taiwan was shaking me violently, shouting things I could not hear. The only thing I could feel was North Korea's eyes. They looked thirsty for my blood.\

"But I love y-you though." I said, weakly.

He laughed, "Love? No one loved or loves me."

The present I had made him felt as if it was burning through my pocket. I reached for it, taking it and throwing the handmade bracelet on the ground.

"Happy Birthday," I mumbled hollowly.

The knife had begun cutting slits into my hand because of how tight I had been holding the blade.

My heart was fluttering in my chest.

North Korea looked down at the ground. "A bracelet? Is that your stupid way of saying 'sorry' for leaving me all of those years?"

"No. It is your early birthday present."

My knees shook. I fell to the ground. Was life even worth living if my own brother didn't even love me? I felt a cold blade of a sword under my chin, lifting it up.

"Happy Birthday." He said, the sword slowly digging into my throat.

My face was covered in tears that just kept coming down. I began coughing… blood.

Was this it? Being killed by my own brother?

I gave North Korea a pleading look.

"Oh don't give me that bull shit."

I attempted to say something, and was rewarded with a foot to the stomach. The sword left my neck.

"Even-" I coughed." If no one else loves you, I will."

"You are a liar. Why would you lie to me?" he accused.

"I'm not!"

"I can tell that you are."

"I'm really not!" I wiped some blood away from my lips.

"LIAR!" he raised his sword over my heart.

"I. Love. You."
He stabbed me.

My eyes widened, and I said my final words: "I always will."