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[HETALIA does not belong to me]
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"Yong Soo-shii, we are scheduled to follow President Roh into the public assembly."

The teenager turned back to their friend and subtly nodded in response, avoiding his curious urge to look at the rearview mirror in the car and…maybe at least get a glimpse of their driver.
"Yes, yes, thank you very much for reminding me."

"The North's leader will have a speech, followed by President Roh's own. You will be sitting at the left."

"Mm-hmm." The nation nodded.

"It is necessary for you to attend the meeting later tonight. You will be escorted after this public announcement."

"Yup, da-ze."

"After giving the greeting to the public assembly, you are to meet with your bro-"
Yong Soo abruptly interrupted with a rise of his hand to wave away the other's sentence. "For the sake of my sanity, don't bring him up, Sung Ja-shii."

They knit their eyebrows at their own reflection in his bodyguard's sunglasses. "That is, unfortunately, inevitable, da-ze. I've done this before…"

Yong Soo subconsciously scratched at his temple to clear out the strange, unwanted emotion of irritation that made his blood boil deep, deep within him. Even if in this state of condition, South Korea gestured an apologetic bow, staring at his now-clasped hands.
"I, uh…I know who it is that I need to meet," the Asian nation grumbled, recalling back a rush of onlytheheavensknowwhat. "I know…"

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Small hands and face pressed against the glass of the window. The toddler stared at the sky as condensation from his body heat accumulated to blur his view.
He drew an anatomically-incorrect face on the fog, then wiped it away with his oversized sleeve of his sweater.

"Mom? I thought the weatherman said there would be sun in Seoul today…Does that mean we can't go to the park?"

"Is that so? Is it cloudy outside, sweetie?"

"Yeah…Ah. Didn't Yong Soo-nim go to the North today?"

"That…would be correct."

"I hope he's okay."

"Honey, Im Yong Soo-nim is the wonderful nation of Korea. He is strong. Don't worry."

"…화이팅, 용수님. " (1)

"He's going to be just fine, honey. Now, come along. I have your favorite for lunch today."

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Sung Ja emitted a sympathetic sigh at last, dropping his professional stance to place his hand upon his senior's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. "Of course, Yong Soo-shii; my apologies."

"I'm sorry for my outburst. Thank you for understanding."

"Genuinely, it is my honor to serve, quite literally, my country." Sung Ja straightened his shoulders and unlatched the car door.

"Sung Ja-yah, that was lame." Yong Soo scoffed and gently smacked the other's back.

"Only for you, sir."

"I'm very proud of you, da-ze~." The Im shimmied out of the vehicle, letting out unserious grunts of effort.

"You may be my elder, but you look decades younger than I do, Yong Soo-shii. That compliment is nothing less than awkward."

"Ah, ha hah~."

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"Give me a moment. I'll be out soon."

"Ja Soo, Dear Leader is not going to appreciate your tardiness. Hurry on out, now. The gathering is in less than five minutes."

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you the last four times you dropped by. Hold the fuck up."

"Maybe if you'd hurry, I wouldn't have to be here irritating you."

North Korea emitted something that sounded like an irritated snarl in reply before pressing his ear against the door. He listened as the steps of heavy boots slowly, but finally retreated down the hall outside.
"Why in the hell does he take even longer to leave every time?" The nation violently threw on his uniform shirt, fumbling with those mother-fucking buttons that just didn't seem to fucking agree with what his fingers wanted them to do, a—where were his pants?
Well, shit.
"Come on, Ja Soo. It's only little Yong-Yong. It's only your twin, younger brother. It's not that big of a thing." He mumbled to the empty air that wouldn't, of course, reply. "He's your flesh and blood. He's your little brother."

The nation zipped up his FRIKKIN'-finally-found pants at this point, now tying the laces of his boots.

He smoothed out the wrinkles on his well-tailored sleeves, staring sternly at the mirror inside his bedroom.
Tall in stature, tanned from rigorous training outside, brown eyes, dark brown locks.
Ja Soo felt like punching his reflection on a regular basis. It just kept reminding him of— he shouldn't even be mentioned until they were to meet.

In case you're wondering who this 'he' is, it was none other than Yong Soo. (But we're sure that you already knew of this.)
South Korea was far better off than he was. He was cheerful, proud, strong…genuinely happy, even. Ja Soo had the privilege of having more channels on his television set at home. He was caught up with whatever it was that Yong Soo accomplished, did, or tried out. He knew of every success.

He knew of every award.

He knew of every new, innovative thing South Korea would come up with.

...Don't stare at him like he's some sort of stalker...

Im Ja Soo didn't care. He was just ordered to keep an eye on the rest of the world and what they were talking about, especially his neighbors.

Yong Soo just so happens to be on his list.

Ja Soo fiddled with the bangs of his hair that fell over his face, parting a majority of it to the right.

I wonder how-

"JA SOO, HURRY UP. WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE."

"Son of a—ALL RIGHT! I'M COMING." He threw on his uniform suit coat and slammed the door on his way out.

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"What are you, a woman? You take too long to change." The escort in similar uniform swiftly rushed the nation out to the front and into the car.

"Just shut up. I had a few things to check on. And don't rush me, damn it."

"Fine, but if we're late, Dear Leader will hold me back from moving up from this damn babysitting gig."

Ja Soo scoffed and gently smacked the other's back. "Don't hold your breath. You heard of Sisyphus, kid?"

"Who?" (2)

"Figures. I swear, you're so lame sometimes."

"Only for you, sir."

"Oh? Me? Your reputation is more like it."

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Author's Notes:
(1). Literally, "Fighting, Yong Soo-nim." It's an encouragement that people in Korea use often.
(2). The people of North Korea are extremely restricted from the outside world. Since Ja Soo has 'special privileges' as a nation, I let him be a bit more, uh, open, if you will.
-That whole italicized bit with the child and mother was just something I threw in… I think it's cute if a nation can affect the weather of their country. I don't know, lol.
-Ja Soo: (JAH-SOO). I've heard of different versions for North Korea, but I think keeping him with short hair is best for now. Men in North Korea do not have long hair at all. The creator of HETALIA keeps North Korea as a male with long hair, so sorry if I don't have him portrayed to your liking. Jahrang in Korean means 'pride', thus his name being Ja Soo. I thought it fit…
-I've gotten questions about how you pronounce Yong Soo's name. It's 'EEM Y-OH-NG SOO.'