And here's the second chapter! Thanks for reviewing, it warms my heart and helps me type faster!
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
"Well, South Korea's decided to be democratic! So North Korea will just have to accept it!" America announced, arms crossed. Russia glared back, flanked by North Korea. South Korea watched nervously, while the group of nations, England, France, and Taiwan, sat back, England pulling his hair out. He couldn't be accused of not being able to read the atmosphere, not in a million years. He always knew when it was too dangerous to laugh or make a joke, when the line would be crossed. And it was another one of those times, as tension filled the air between Russia and America.
"North, democracy will help us be strong again; you want that, right?" There was a heavy hint of anxiousness in South Korea's tone, as he played with his sleeve subconsciously. North Korea shook his head, but Russia spoke before he could.
"North Korea will not be controlled by you, America. He has already decided to become Communist, already had his elections. This was all part of the deal, da?" Russia's aura was dangerous, but it didn't seem to bother America one bit. He just grinned fiercely, devoid of actual humor. "Well, that's funny, cause South Korea already had his elections too."
"America, we agreed to settle this during this meeting, not cause more problems," England groaned, face slipping into his hands. Taiwan spoke up, all naive seriousness. "I think they should just be democratic, really." North Korea glared at Taiwan. "No one really cares what you have to say!"
"I care!" America growled at North Korea, and Russia gave Taiwan a dirty look. "China should be here, not that little waif, da?" Both nations were soon in a glare off.
"I left plenty of room for you, North; you can still be part of the government, everything's all set up for it," South Korea said quickly, as if talking faster would diffuse the situation. His brother, however, scowled back. "No, your way, we will fail. My way is better for us! Let me handle it like always!"
"No way I'm letting you guys go under that Commie's control!" America snarled, hand on South Korea's shoulder possessively. Russia smiled back, a frigid thing fraught with danger. "And I won't let you get them under your control, America."
"There is no way to resolve this!" England snapped, hands slamming down on the table. "We'll just have to leave them separate for longer!"
"I guess so!" America spat, and Russia glared coolly back. "I suppose so." South Korea sighed, looking down at the floor. He understood why they were taking this measure, but he really hated being separated from his brother. And from the angry, wistful look on North Korea's face, he felt the same way. But until they could resolve this, they would have to stay apart.
North Korea bit his lip in concentration, firing off a shot from the gun held in his hands. The bullet hit its target, though it was slightly off of perfect. He heard Russia walk slowly up behind him, silent up until he reached him.
"That was very good, da?" The large nation said, and as North Korea looked up, he could see that Russia's hands were folded behind his back. A small smile graced North Korea's face, but then Russia continued. "But it is not perfect. Try again until you get it right."
The smile disappeared from North Korea's face, and he glared at his gun, as though it were all its fault. Why couldn't he just hit the stupid mark already? He'd been attempting it all morning, and still nothing had come of it. Nothing else could make him happy now. He took aim again, face pulled into a scowl. This time, he would hit it.
South Korea shot with the pistol, and it hit the target, about five inches off of center. America clapped him on the back. "That's great! You've really improved, you know!"
A huge grin crossed South Korea's face. "Really? You mean it?" America grinned back. In all honesty, he was sure the Asian nation could do better, if given the proper training and tools. But that was something he would never give him, because he was afraid of what he would do with that training. What if he decided to dominate his brother as a result of the training? America would not be responsible for that.
"Yeah, you're doing awesome!" The false cheer was undetectable, America knew. If there was anything he prided himself on, it was his ability to act. South Korea didn't need to know he was getting the short end of the stick.
South Korea put away the pistol, done with training for now. "Hey, did you want any kimchi on rice? I was going to have some for lunch, and I'd love it if you joined me!" America shook his head, sighing. "Sorry, but I can't. I still have so much to do now that WWII is over. It was fun training you though! I'll be back the same time tomorrow morning, so be ready, okay?"
"Aw, that's too bad. I guess I'll see you then..." South Korea said, face falling, but quickly trying to smile just as brightly as before. America patted him on the back, then turned to leave. "Yeah, see you then!"
South Korea watched him go, unwillingly pouting. He would never acknowledge it, but sometimes he just really liked attention. It had been forever since a nation had paid attention to him in a good way, since Japan had locked him and his brother away from the world. Over thirty years, in fact. Though, he supposed, with only North Korea and Japan for company, anyone would be attention-hungry.
He sighed, then headed for his house. He was awfully hungry, after all... Some kimchi on rice would solve that.
/AN/ Okay, so, both of the superpowers ran elections in their halves of Korea, and the UN decided that they would simply have to remain separate for now.
Then the Soviet Union trained North Korean troops, in order to help the country remain Communist. America did the same in South Korea, but they didn't give them training that was that good, and only equipped their army with light firearms because they feared that the leader of South Korea, Dr. Syngman Rhee, would use that to forcibly unite Korea under Democracy. Then both superpowers left Korea.
