It was understood that Hong Kong was not prone to flights of fancy. It could have been that being read Peter Pan while he was still young by his English father figure who had an almost disturbing obsession with the concept of Tinkerbell and would cover his ears and start singing should Hong Kong dare to say he did not believe in faeries as well as trying to cast Captain Hook in a sympathetic light threw him off the whole concept of being childishness,but it was the general consensus of his Asian family that he just didn't like to show that degree of care free spirit. As such, his relatives did not really expect Hong Kong to do anything without thinking about all possible consequences, alternate routes to reach said objective and finally choosing the least risky possibility and following it through until he was satisfied and doing so in a completely serious manner. It was fortunate he was rather quick or it would take him forever to do anything.
His siblings had come to the conclusion that logic primarily motivated Hong Kong and, much like he was similar to Mister Spock in temperament, he had confirmed after being asked by Japan that he did indeed know a death grip technique.
Japan had declined a demonstration.
Korea was more or less Hong Kong antithesis, his opposite, his alter ego, Ying to his Yang, Lex Luthor to his superman as America would say (Hong Kong would politely point out that it was really more the other way around while lighting the comic America had been holding for demonstration on fire to provide his own example), fire to water, Confucius says and all that went with it. Korea was constantly happy and had a tendency to random actions, often to the suffering of anyone near him.
As such, Hong Kong and Korea did not have the most amiable of relationships, at least on Hong Kong's side of the equation. Korea was somewhat ignorant of this opinion and of course bothered him from time to time with things such as trying to make the other Asian play games with him as he received even less enthusiasm from any of the other nations he asked. Fortunately he had let off for a time since Starcraft 2 came out.
As such, Korea was considerably surprised to find that the knocking at his front door yielded the presence of the young raven haired nation considered being his absolute opposite in nearly every way.
"Hello Yong Soo." Hong Kong uttered politely, inclining his head slightly with a slight rustling of his long sleeved red shirt and snapping Korea out of his slight daze he had been in, a wide grin splitting his features.
"Hong, long time no see Da-zee." Korea exclaimed enthusiastically, almost jumping for joy at having the young Asian come to visit him.
Hong Kong glared and inwardly scowled at the shortening of his title but took no further actions against the Korean before him. The sheer fact that Hong Kong did not seek out a footstool (curse his height) to smack Korea on the back of his head as was customary was surprising in itself for Korea as it had and still was an attempt at conditioning for Hong Kong to reinforce that using a shortening of his name was not okay. Korea had minded it for a time, but eventually merely chalked it up to an act of endearment, especially once it became pointless to try and prevent it by hiding anything Hong Kong could use as a footstool as the other Asian nation had done an impressive move of kicking off a wall to reach his head and smack him anyway.
Korea had tried a similar feat at a later date when Japan had been standing on a table trying o screw in a light bulb into a chandelier above his head, though instead of smacking his head he had attempted to grab the Japanese mans chest while exclaiming that his breasts belonged to Korea.
It had ended badly with both of them on the floor with mild concussions and Korea having bitten his tongue as he had smacked his head into Japan when he had flown into the other nation. When he found out, Hong Kong had informed Korea that he was a bloody fool for attempting it though at least he had stopped talking for awhile.
"I want to talk to you." Hong Kong stated, growing tired of watching Korea stand there thinking after a good five minutes, the other nations blue and white Hanbok billowing slightly in the light breeze along with his single errant curl. Korea snapped out of his thoughts once again and gave another million watt smile at the other nation before moving to the side.
"Oh, ok come in." Korea enthusiastically declared, ushering the other nation into his home, which Hong Kong did in his typical stoic fashion. Korea pushed the other nation into his living room and into an almost painfully colourful chair, fussing over him until Hong Kong finally politely told him to shut up, an accomplishment very few could do successfully. Korea sped over to a bright blue couch and jumped unto it before returning his attention to Hong Kong.
"So, what did you want to talk about Da-zee?" Korea asked enthusiastically, bouncing in his chair in happiness at having some willing company. Hong Kong tried to ignore the other nations bouncing for the sake of his sanity, well aware he would likely have to endure worse for his plan to work.
"I wanted to talk to you about Canada; you do know who I'm speaking of correct?"
"Of course!" Korea shouted, waving his arms as though he was trying to fly off the couch. Hong Kong arched his massive eyebrows in surprise. He had not been expecting that, and that was certainly saying something. "He has me over all the time and he likes my dramas."
"No doubt. That aside I have a favour to ask which involves him and possibly a situation similar to the dramas you so adore." Hong Kong intoned to the Korean, whose eyes widened considerably and Hong Kong suspected that they began sparkling in delight at the news.
"Really? You want my help? Honest and for true?" Korea tilted his head slightly at a strange sound that seemed to have entered the room. It was some sort of grinding sound. It abruptly stopped as Hong Kong began to speak again.
"Yes. I am concerned with the attention Canada is gaining from some of the other nations. I had a screening process, but I'm afraid it is somewhat inadequate for what I need it to do now." The young boy uttered stoically.
"Like who?" Korea asked, cocking his head slightly.
"Prussia, America, France, Japan-."
"You want me to stalk Japan Da-zee!" Korea exclaimed, jumping in his seat again. Strange, there was that grinding sound again.
"Maybe afterwards." Korea stopped jumping, a thoughtful look coming over him as to what exactly was expected of him. Hey, the sound was gone.
"So, what do I need to do?"
"Yao told me something about a pair of mind reading binoculars." Hong Kong said leadingly, hoping Korea would pick up on the blindingly obvious meaning.
"Yep."
...
No such luck on that department.
"It could be useful."
"No doubt." Korea answered with a happy go lucky grin plastered on his face. "Do you hear a grinding noise?" Korea asked, turning around and peering behind the couch in case the noise originated from there.
"No." There was a short silence as Korea regained his seat, the sound having ceased the moment Hong Kong had opened his mouth. "It would help if I could use them." Hong Kong finally explained, realising Korea would likely never understand the point he was trying to convey.
"Ohhhhhh, ok I see what you're getting at," Korea nodded sagely as he spoke, "you want to read minds."
"It would assist me." Hong Kong said, relieved that Korea finally understood.
"Of course it would, then you would have even more Spock like powers Da-zee!"
Wait, what?
"Gimme a sec." Korea cried, rising to his feet and rushing off to some far off corner of the house. Hong Kong remained seated, sorting out exactly what had just occurred. Clearly, Korea had misunderstood him but was that such a bad thing? In the end, he was still getting the binoculars to use regardless of the reason Korea thought he wanted it so it was all worked out for him.
"Here you go Da-zee." Korea declared as he re-entered the room and approached Hong Kong, affixing something onto the young Asian nation's ears. Curious now, Hong Kong moved his hands unto his ears, feeling a pair of pointed tips affixed to them.
"What is this?" Hong Kong demanded of the other nation, wondering why he now had pointed ears and not mind reading binoculars.
"Pointed ears to complete the image of Spock Da-zee!" Korea declared cheerily, grinning brightly. "Star Trek originated in Korea."
Hong Kong stared at the other raven haired nation for a moment as he contemplated ways to torture Korea slowly. Instead, he reached up very slowly and yanked the synthetic ear items off his ears, ignoring the horrified exclamation from Korea.
"Aw, but why would you do that. It was the perfect image." Korea whined sadly. Hong Kong felt the urge to use the death grip on the other nation nearly overwhelming. However, it would likely prove somewhat detrimental to his irritation of being compared with a Vulcan. As such, he resisted the urge and instead crushed the pointed ears in the palm of his hand.
"That is not what I meant. I wanted the binoculars." Hong Kong deadpanned an increasingly difficult effect at this point from prolonged exposure to the happy Korean.
"But why would you want that thing, it's broken." Korea muttered sadly.
"How?" Hong Kong demanded. He should have known Korea would do something like breaking the damn thing, this was why Korea couldn't have nice things for his birthday.
"It doesn't say what people are really thinking." Korea whined with some more exaggerated movements, his curl bouncing in the air in response.
"How would you know that?" Hong Kong deadpanned, surely the reason for the binoculars was for people that you couldn't tell what they were thinking in the first place.
"Well, I tried it on Aniki and it said that he thought I was a loud idiot and that he didn't want to deal with me at the time." There was a short silence in the room following that decleration.
"... Get the binoculars."
"Wha, but they're broken."
"Humour me." Hong Kong stated evenly.
"Oh, I love jokes, did you know jokes originated in Korea." Hong Kong watched as Korea leapt to his feet and ran out of the room to fetch the binoculars before he could respond, which was likely a very good thing for them both.
Hong Kong remained seated as he waited for Korea to return, listening idly to the sounds of the Korean move through the house. It was no hard feat as Korea tended to move around quickly and loudly.
"Found them!" Hong Kong glanced to the entrance of the living room to see Korea standing there triumphantly holding a pair of binoculars.
Was there a spotlight on him?
"They were behind a cooler." Korea declared unnecessarily as he sat down across from Hong Kong again, handing the younger nation the binoculars.
"Thank you." Hong Kong stated neutrally before turning the binoculars over in his hands. "How do they work?"
"They don't." Korea answered cheerily.
"All right, how were they supposed to work?"
"Oh, well you look through them and what a person is thinking of shows up." Hong Kong nodded as he examined them before bringing them up and looking at Korea through them in an attempt to determine if they were in fact broken.
Hong Kong originated in Korea!
... That was quite possibly the most disturbing thought Hong Kong had ever encountered in the entirety of his existence, and he had been high on opium for weeks at a time back in the day. Flying purple dragons singing the 'I Like Chinese' song from Monty Python could not hold a candle to Korea being... Japan had mentioned a word for these things over the phone (of course he had been unaware Hong Kong had been in the room and had been quite flustered when confronted), he believed it was called... what was it... ah yes, mpreg.
He probably shouldn't mention that. Having the idea used in a Korean drama would likely kill him, but Korea would be first of course.
"I believe I can use these." Hong stated matter-of-factly after an extra minute to snap out of his horrified trance as he lowered the binoculars. Korea gave him a quizzical look at the proclamation.
"But... they're broken."
"They are still better than nothing." Hong Kong explained carefully. Korea looked thoughtful before brightening again.
"You're right." He exclaimed enthusiastically once again while Hong Kong watched warily, in case the Korean became so excited he attempted to claim his breasts. Of course, any attempt at doing so would be received with the breaking of those hands but that was beside the point.
"But that is not the only reason I need your help Yong Soo." Hong Kong continued, waiting until the Korean had calmed down before attempting to speak again. "I need your help at the meeting."
"How can I help?" Korea asked cheerfully, his sunny disposition so glaring it would likely scorch the earth and remove any possibility of habitation for centuries to come.
"I need you to bring Canada up in conversation so I can retrieve the information I need."
"Oh, sure! So when should we do it Da-zee?"
"The next world meeting is starting soon, we shall do it then." Hong Kong stated in his monotone to the bubbly Korean across from him. "I will be going then." Hong Kong declared, rising to his feet slowly with the binoculars in his hands.
"Wait, you're taking the binoculars?" Korea protested, pouting unhappily. Hong Kong nearly sighed in exasperation, accursed complications. Well, that was alright. He had of course prepared a backup plan for just such an eventuality. Admittedly it was uncomplicated but he the best plans often needed fewer factors (they were just less fun).
"I do need them but, to be fair how about we have a game to decide who will bring them to the meeting." Hong Kong uttered in a mundane manner though Korea nevertheless replaced his pout with a look of childlike delight.
"I love games, what do you want to play?" Korea demanded eagerly.
"Hide and seek. I'll hide while you count to fifty." Korea seemed even happier than before, slamming his palms over his eyes to blind himself to Hong Kong's movements.
"Ok, I'll start Da-zee. Did you know Hide and seek originated in Korea?"
"Just count." Hong Kong ordered stoically. As Korea began to count, Hong Kong left the room quietly with the binoculars in hand. Exiting the room he opened the front door and closed it with a click, waving down a taxi at the curb and heading to the airport where he would return home until the meeting.
"... Forty nine, fifty Da-zee! Ready or not here I come!"
Say hello to Korea. Ok, confession. I have no idea where the Spock thing came from, it just did. As for the ending, it is sort of a way to bridge this and the one that will follow it. I actually had some different plot ideas, but they paled when I thought of the binocular thing. Is it just me or is there more Hong Kong stories floating around now? Read and Review please.