Summary: North Korea manages to escape the her government. Desparate, she goes to China and begs to let her hide. While she's there, the asia family has bit of reunion. But with her country in tatters, her sanity is worse for wear and her (kinda) family helps and tries to keep away the dictator who is looking for her. Not to mention America (and the rest of the allies) aren't exactly happy to see her...

I do not own Hetalia.

China watched North Korea, no, Im Hwa Jin sleep. Starvation let her impossibly thin and the cheekbones prominent on her face. Yet, there was still a touch of youth in her, and it amazed him how someone so old-much, much older than Japan yet still younger than him- and facing so much hardship could look like that. She looked peaceful, much more peaceful than when she first came.

"Please!" She cried, her clothes torn and bloodstained. "They're after me! I need to hide here! Just for now!" In his shocked and groggy state, China had half a mind to deny her request. The North Korean government was not something to be messed with. Yet, looking her teary face and the poor state she was in, he thought to hell with it and let her in.

Once she was in, she fell to her knees and cried. China tried to get to go to bed but in panicked, traumatized state, she screamed, blubbering on about how she had to stay vigilant or they would find her. He gave her some tea and after managing to calm her, she tiredly agreed to go to bed as long as it was with him.

Hours later, here China was, lying next to her and watching her as the sun started to come up. How did she manage to escape? Remember her bloody clothes, it must have been painfully hard. It hit, what was he going to do? How could he handle this? He felt panic slowly edging it's way into him and he shook those thoughts out of his head. He couldn't afford to think like that right now. Looking at the clock, he realize to was almost six. He managed to wriggle out of her grasp and pick up his phone. Hwa Jin twitched but thankfully did not stir. He tiptoed out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He supposed that he should call Yong Soo, after all, he was Hwa Jin's younger brother. Yao sighed, knowing that South Korea was not a morning person and prepared for the worst as he dialed his number.

"Urgh. Whadaya want?"

"Yong Soo, it's me aru."

"Hyung? What the hell are doing, callin' me this early da-ze?"

"It's... I need you to come over here. And don't tell anyone aru."

"What? Why?"

"Just get here aru. She's here."

"..."

"Yong Soo?"

"I'm coming."

China sighed. South Korea had hung up. He had sounded so serious at that last moment. He tiredly walked back in the room where, to his suprise, North Korea was sitting up. She was slouching, which was quite unlike her and staring blankly at the wall.

"U-uhh...Good morning Hwa Jin aru!" He said, faking cheerfulness and sitting down. Her blank gaze shifted to China. "Morning...China-sama." She mumbled.

China inwardly sighed. Even is this situation, she was formal as always. He realized in alarm that the robe, tied hanbok style, she was wearing was slowly slipping off her too thin shoulders.

He had insisted that she change out of her terrible, worse for wear, North Korean military clothes. However, he could only managed to get her in one of his robes.

"Uhh...your clothes are-" He suddenly interrupted by the door slamming open. "Where is she Hyung?!" A familar voice shouted. To China's dismay, it was South Korea with Taiwan and Hong Kong in tow. North Korea took one look at Yong Soo and screamed.

Yao jumped up and shoved South Korea and co. out of the room shutting the door behind him. Right before he did, he shouted "S-sorry about them aru."

Now outside the room, Yao whisper-shouted "What were you thinking aru!" "I had to see Noona, Hyung! I want to know if she still hates me!" Yong Soo whisper- shouted back. "Why did you bring them?" Yao said, gesturing to Taiwan and Hong Kong who had been quiet until now. "I didn't believe Yong Soo when he told me that onee-San was here." She said with a determined face. "I had to see her for myself to see if she was okay!" Hong Kong looked normal except his kind of thick eyebrows were knitted together in concern. He looked away and said bluntly "Taiwan made me." Yao sighed. "I told you not tell anyone aru." Yong Soo opened his mouth to defend himself when the suddenly the door opened. North Korea stepped out, her demeanor seeming calm with her hands together in the (thankfully fixed) robe's sleeves in front of her chest. Her faced was slightly fearful as she whispered "Yong Soo?"

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That night in her dreams

Red. She loved red. It was always her favorite color and now she was knee deep in it. She took a sloshing step forward and felt her boots step on something. She stuck her hand in the red liquid and felt a hand. Cautionly, she pulled it up. A body. She wiped the blood from it's face and gasped. Yong Soo. Only, his face wasn't full of live like it normally was. It was pale. Dead. She screamed and dropped her little brother's corpse. With a splash! it dipped back into the red liquid. No...it was blood . She was knee deep in blood. She buried her hands in her hair, desperately trying not to lose it. Her short hair. She had cut it to her neck back in the Korean War when she decided to put military first, or rather, when she was forced to military first. "A dream." She reassured herself. "It has to be." All this blood...it was her own fault. The prisoners in the concentration camps, her suffering citizens, the Korean War... "Argh!" She cried. "Shut up!" No. This wasn't her fault, it was Russia and America's. They used her and Yong Soo for their communism versus capitalism war game. And Japan slaughtered her people. They should die. THEY SHOULD ALL DIE! "Gaah!" She screamed in pain as she pulled her own hair out. No...Peace... all she wanted was peace. She screamed as her mind declared war on itself.

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Back to the Present

Her mind flashed back to corpse that had been her little brother in her dream. Now here he was, alive. She whispered, afraid Yong Soo, all of them, would crumble into blood again. "Yong Soo?"

A/N

I hope you guys like it! Wow that was angsty. Don't worry, it won't all be like that. I'll write some more if you want. I couldn't find any good story with North Korea and the Asia Family so I decided to write one. This is my first fanfic. I picked the name Hwa Jin for her since I had a cousin in Korea who died (I'm Korean btw) and I wanted to honor her I guess.

Translations:

Noona- big sister for guys (Korean)

Oneesan- big sister (Japanese)

Hyung- big brother for guys (Korean)