I wanted to create a well-written story for once. Everything I ever wrote was shit because I never planned how to write it, and I didn't know how to write. But I actually know how to write and know how this is gonna go from beginning to the end so this should be good :) And it'll reveal stuff about my OC's so yay.

Dsiclaimer: I only own Malaysia and NK. That's all tbh.

Malaysia was an idiot.

A stupid, forgetful, idiot.

The night before, she had went over to Japan's place to talk about economic policies which resulted in her throwing chairs at him across the room and shouting curses. Just the usual politics.

But she was stupid, oh so stupid enough to stay the night at his place since it was too late to go back to her hotel room. This resulted in her sleeping in and Japan leaving a note, saying it would be too rude of him to wake her up and left to go to the world meeting without her. She guessed this vulgar attitude arose from Japan when she accidentally mentioned his brutality from his World War Two days.

It's not her fault Japan made fun of her foods. Because no one makes fun of the way she creates her brown rice.

And Malaysia should've known to never trust any nation who could betray you at any given moment. After what happened with Singapore, she tried to push all her lost and hopeless feelings into the back of her mind. But sometimes her old feelings resurface and they get out of hand. That's why she doesn't like to mention or even think about Singapore. And that's also why she shouldn't trust Japan, or she now calls, 'a two-faced butt head'.

She ran frantically around the village Japan lived in panic. She knew this part of Japan did not have any cabs, nor buses to hop onto. She was going to be late to the world meeting, and get yelled at by England and Germany. Malaysia could handle Germany-

But being yelled at England reminded her of bad times. Really bad times.

Malaysia politely asked a villager if they knew how to get to Tokyo within an hour or so. Thankfully, the villager could speak moderately well English and told her about the train stations. She apologized for wasting their time, thanked the villager, and sped off to find a train she could ride onto.

After buying a ticket for entry and speed-walking to her destination, she finally found the correct train that would take herself to Tokyo. She stepped onto the cart, feeling slightly envious on how clean and tidy the area seemed to be in comparison to her own stations. Malaysia sat herself in a nearby seat.

Feeling uninterested by the scenery from the windows, she scanned the area of the train. Malaysia found only a handful of people on the bus. But one passenger in particular made her feel irked. It was a man, who looked somewhere in between a teenager to a young adult. He had one curl stick downwards from his head. And his eyes were cast down on a book he was reading. She gulped to herself.

Malaysia riding a train with North Korea.

Their relations were good. She could travel to his country without a visa and they trade goods time to time. But their relations as one on one, she never spoke to him. He would always make a huge fuss in the meeting rooms, bragging about his nuclear weapons developing quite nicely. And America would slip up a comment about his famine problem while eating a burger. This resulted in a lot of nations trying to hold North Korea down from beating up America.

But outside a meeting, she would glance at a lonely Korean quietly trying to hide himself from the crowd, then Malaysia would turn away.

So he was a mystery. Malaysia only stared at him from across the train cart as he read his book. He never looked up from it, but when the train stopped, he looked up and saw the person who examined him the entire time. Malaysia unknowingly held her breath as she saw the North Korean's facial expression slowly turn with a blank to a curious intention.

Malaysia bolted from the train cart as fast as she could. Was it embarrassment from staring at him the whole time? She didn't know. But what she also didn't know was that she had sped off so fast, her wallet had fallen to the ground.

North Korea looked at the wallet with a deadpan stare. Then he picked it up, and put it in his pant's pocket.

That was the beginning to their relationship.

"Oi. Big sis. He's been staring you down since the meeting started." Indonesia whispered into Malaysia's ear. Malaysia turned around to see the said Korean, glaring at her from his seat. She could mentally see the vicious aura coming off of him. "Did you do something to piss him off?"

"N-no..." Malaysia lied. She wondered if it was because she was staring at him earlier on the train. This made her feel very jumpy and anxious inside.

Germany then started off the meeting with discussing North Korea's nuclear tendencies. North Korea said no comment to every single question thrown at him. And the whole room erupted into chaos. Then suddenly it wasn't even about North Korea anymore. England and France were at each others throats over Eurovision, Vietnam gave the middle finger to China, and Sealand broke through the window again to try and gain access to the meeting. Malaysia even pondered why she bothered to come to these things again.

When the meeting was over, North Korea went up to Malaysia. She didn't know how to handle the situation, and tried to play it as calm as possible.

"I, uh..." North Korea tried explaining, but he was tongue tied. Malaysia looked down to the floor to not make any eye contact. Indonesia decided to barge in and wrap her arm around Malaysia's shoulder.

"Hey! I heard there's a new food place around here. Wanna grab something to eat?" Malaysia found Indonesia's plan to be extremely rude, but spluttered out a stuttering yes before walking out, leaving North Korea by himself.

This left him alone with one thought;

'How the hell is she going to pay for that then?'

The next two weeks for Malaysia had been suspenseful.

She lost her wallet. Malaysia had searched up and down for it. And even accused Japan of stealing it to provoke her. And with the remaining money she did have in her pocket, she couldn't afford a cab to go to the meeting anymore. She had to ride the train cart with North Korea every single day. She always blasted music into her headphones to avoid talking to North Korea, and sat in the farthest corner of the train.

Whenever he tried to talk to her after the meeting, she always made up excuses for herself to run away. Malaysia wasn't like this. She's usually friendly and laid-back. But the Korean always intimidated her to the point where she would shiver at the mention of his name. She found him to be scary and thought he was nothing but trouble. So she only watched him from a distance.

One thing she analyzed on the train with him was he always either read a book with a plain red cover on it, or stared outside the window. She noticed that you could easily see through the red cover, and underneath it she saw a South Korean book. She wanted to tell him that it could be easily seen, but Malaysia chose to keep her mouth shut.

But at one point, North Korea did get to talk to her. It was after a meeting, and everyone had gone home. The only people left in the room were herself and North Korea. She felt herself sweating through her clothing as he walked up to her.

"This belongs to you..." He said in a soft, calm voice. North Korea pulled out the wallet she had lost over two weeks ago from his back pocket. She took it from him quickly, and opened its contents to see if anything had been stolen. She found everything to be in place, and gazed back up at North Korea who had been examining her the entire time. He then pushed back a strand of hair from his face sheepishly, "I found it when you left the train. You didn't want to talk to me, so it was a little hard to give it back to you."

Suddenly, Malaysia felt a pang of guilt for ignoring him the past several weeks. She found him to be creepy and freighting, but he truly did have good intentions.

Malaysia was next to speak, "Oh um, sorry about that. I was being incredibly rude to you and all... But I do have something to tell you also." North Korea stopped twirling his hair with his finger and looked back at her with a curious gaze. "I know you read South Korean books. Your book cover is thin enough to see through easily." Then North Korea's cheeks flushed lightly and he turned away from her in embarrassment.

"O-oh. Thanks for telling me."

Feeling horrible for misjudging and embarrassing the Korean for weeks, Malaysia had an idea to make it up to him. "Do you want to grab some lunch with me now? I'll pay."

His face immediately lit up like a light bulb. She noticed he might've been slightly drooling and stared up in a long thought. It made her feel better to see him "happy" and not so stoic as usual.

She motioned her hands towards herself, "Well let's go." North Korea nodded and they went out of the room together.

Malaysia was silent as North Korea stuffed his mouth with all the foods on the table. She didn't know how to react and only stared at him. It looked as if he hadn't eaten in days.

North Korea noticed her gaze and stopped eating so quickly. He swallowed up the food in his mouth in one gulp, and wiped his face with a napkin. "Thanks for the food," He said to her.

"N-no problem." They sat in an awkward silence. Malaysia always tried to be friendly towards people. She was just that kind of she didn't want things to be as awkward as it is. So she tried to strike up a conversation. "What type of books do you read?"

"... whaftft?" North Korea asked with his mouth full. She resisted the urge to face palm and told him again. He swallowed the food, and shyly looked to his side. "I read stuff about South Korean culture... like what holidays they celebrate or what food they eat." North Korea also read many books dedicated to his leaders and military, but found it wasn't necessary to tell.

"Really? I thought you would try and pry information out to spy on South Korea-" She stopped herself, 'Crap I said that out loud.'

"I was, in a way." North Korea twirled his hair strands around his finger.

Malaysia didn't know what he meant by that, but decided not to push him into talking about it. Trying to keep up a conversation with the isolated country, Malaysia then remembered a dish from South Korea she ate a while ago. "Oh! I remember a Korean food I had eaten before. Have you heard of kimchi?" Then she saw North Korea'a face light up in an almost eager fashion. She felt his ego boost up several levels as he began talking about his favorite food.

"Of course. That food is my only joy in life," North Korea put a fist to his chest and closed his eyes dramatically. Malaysia looked away and held in her laughter by holding her hand over her mouth. The Korean stopped his pose and turned to her, "What kind of food do you eat?"

"Well..." Malaysia smiled while thinking about her favorite dishes. She loved the diversity of her country's food courses. Rice and egg combinations were one of her favorites. She told him her most special ones, and it looked as if he was paying really close attention. She felt happy that someone loved food as much as herself, and couldn't stop herself from rambling on about the dishes. Malaysia should've known that talking about food was going to be their key topic in their conversations.

After paying for their meal and leaving the restaurant, they walked to the train station together to get to their own hotels. Malaysia went behind North Korea as he walked in a calm, but steady way. They sat on a bench to wait for their cart to come by. They hadn't stop talking about food, and Malaysia began to make a promise for him.

"I'm going to make you some of my famous dishes tomorrow."

"What?" North Korea questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Sure. I love making food. And I want to apologize for being so rude to you these past few weeks." Malaysia gave him a soft, heartwarming smile. His face flushed in a flustered way but he still held his emotionless demeanor with his face, and kept it void of any sentiment that might've come up.

They aboard the train together, but Malaysia had to hop off her stop before North Korea. She waved him goodbye, while he nodded in recognition. She left the cart with a small grin on her face. She hadn't had company other than her family for so long. And even then, it wasn't as enjoyable as this was. She was really fond his presence.

She hoped it was the same for him.

I feel the need to ship these two with all of my heart. I don't know why, but I do.

Characteristics;

Malaysia: Friendly, calm, shy around unfamiliar people but very welcoming! She's a simplistic gentle soul and nice individual overall. She's a bit overwhelmed by other people but tries her best to get along with everyone. Except in politics, fuck everyone else in politics. She has very strong opinions and expresses them in a powerful way. She's very honest and accepting of others, and she's super patient with them too.

North Korea: Looks intimidating and scary but is actually timid, quiet, and lonely. He's depressed and alone but hides this by pretending to be boastful and proud. He doesn't get too close to people, but if he does it means they're VERY special to him. But his paranoia gets in the way of making long, lasting relationships. So he's socially awkward, but hides those feelings behind a mask to not embarrass himself.

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