This chapter is based off of a thing from an anime I watched. I'll tell you more when you reach the end of this amazing ass chapter like holy shit this is great.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not owned by me, but the amazing Himapapa.

Ding dong.

Malaysia waited at the door for North Korea to come out. After a couple minutes of waiting, she pressed on the doorbell again to try and get him to open the door for her. She could do this all day. Malaysia is a very patient woman.

After that chat with Taiwan, Malaysia was determined to get to know more about North Korea. He was quite reserved, and only spoke about food recipes or destroying capitalist scum with his nuclear weapons. He never liked to talk about himself as a person. She wanted to get to know about Hwan Soo, not just North Korea.

So the week after the conversation, Malaysia woke up early to go over to North Korea's hotel room and surprise him. She had to pry some information on his location from Germany though. It was very hard to get it, but she started a talk about dogs and stole his notes while Germany wouldn't stop talking about his own pets. She wanted to have a friendly discussion while eating some breakfast together. She started to daydream about him fawning over her food, and North Korea babbling about his hopes and dreams.

She then snapped back into reality by shaking her head. Malaysia knocked onto the door, and her eyes widened in shock as the door creaked open.

'So it is open.' She thought to herself. Malaysia knew tress passing was bad, but she decided to do it anyway. It was his fault for leaving it unlocked in the first place. She took a step inside the room, and closed the door behind her. She crept down the hallway, barely making a sound while doing it.

There was a small kitchen connected to the hall, and a little bathroom too. She guessed the closed door in the hallway was the bedroom. Malaysia searched in the kitchen to try and find any signs of North Korea or food supplies. What surprised her the most was food was almost non-existent in his household, excluding half a loaf of bread and a rotten cabbage in the fridge. Malaysia questioned why he would barely have anything to eat in her mind, but pushed it back for a little time.

The bathroom door was open, so he wasn't in there. The only other option left was the closed door at the end of the hall. Malaysia thought he might've been sleeping, but she wanted to sneak a peak inside first.

Steadily walking towards the closed door, she slowly grabbed the handle and turned it as softly as possible. The door creaked as she opened the door. Taking a deep breath, Malaysia took a small look inside. She saw her friend, putting on a shirt. His back faced her, so he had no idea she was watching him dress.

The reason she didn't close the door and invade his privacy was because of the slashes on his wrists. Malaysia stared at the long, deep cuts all over his arms, and some across his hips. And Malaysia found so many scars too...

"Korea?" The other immediately turned around, his eyes widened in shock as she opened the door without effort, walking into the room with a shocked gaze. He quickly puts on his coat, with Malaysia's mouth slightly parted. North Korea slowly walked towards her, with cold, venomous eyes. Malaysia tried to reach out to him, but he slapped her hand away coldly.

"Get the fuck out." He angrily whispers. She's never heard such a dark, low tone in her life.

"Korea, you're hurt. Let me help!" Malaysia desperately tries to reassure him. "I-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" He yelled at her. She flinches away from him as his bangs cover his eyes darkly. Malaysia stands up, but doesn't move away. North Korea gazed up at her, with eyes filled with so much hate. Because he saw so much pity in her eyes.

Malaysia felt herself almost tearing up at the sight. "What h-happened?"

North Korea also stands up, avoiding eye contact. He covers his slit wrist with the edge of his sleeve. She found herself staring at the motion, making North Korea shift uncomfortably. "Cooking accident." He said plainly. Malaysia choked up a little. He then used her shock to his advantage, and pushed the girl out of the door and slammed it shut before locking it. She felt horrible.

She had nothing to reply back to that pathetic lie.

The next couple of days were awkward between them. The roles have now been reversed. Whenever Malaysia tried to talk to him, he would shut her out completely. On the train, he would read in the corner of the cart surrounded by people. And after a world meeting, he would run out the doors before Malaysia would even have a chance to speak to him.

China and Taiwan noticed the drastic change in their relationship, but said nothing about it. Malaysia would've asked them about it, but decided it was best to only talk about it with North Korea only.

At the world meeting, Malaysia would sneak small glances at North Korea, who only yawned as he watched Canada talk about politics and maple syrup. He looked normal. Malaysia thought he did a really good job at pretending to feel nothing. It truly did look like he was okay.

But he wasn't.

"OKAY!" America shouted excitedly, pushing his northern brother out of the way to go into the spotlight. "Now we have to count the money for financial emergencies. It should be rightttt..." Everyone in the room watched as the blond dug one hand in his suitcase, searching for the cash. When he finally reached out of the case, nothing was in his hand. "... dude. What the hell." He tilted his head in confusion. He made a small laugh, "All right. Funny joke guys, who took it?"

The nations glanced at each other, but no one fessed up. America scratched the back of his head, "Welllllll... this is awkward."

"Are you sure you didn't forget it at home?' Canada quietly said behind him. America shook his head.

"Nah. I checked just before the meeting. I should know, I left my hamburger right next to it!" A couple other countries try to stifle their laughter as America doesn't notice them. America then puts his hands on his hips, then huffs. "Someone in this room is a thief! All right who was it? WAS IT YOU CHINA?!" America proclaimed, pointing a finger towards China's direction. The elder rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"YOU'RE ALWAYS YELLING ABOUT HOW I OWE YOU MONEY!"

China scoffed at the claim, "Yes, I do. But I came into the meeting late with Ivan- I mean Russia. So I couldn't have been there to take it. Yeah, cased closed." He then folded his arms and stuck his tongue out at him.

Everyone looked back at America, who seemed deadpanned from his first culprit. Then America hit his forehead and sparked up another idea. He pointed at Australia. "Okay pal, it was you!"

Australia and everyone else in the meeting looked at the American in a confused matter. "Oi mate, why'd you say that?" America snapped his fingers, and rested that hand under his chin afterwards to show confidence.

"You were mad at how amazing my performance was in Eurovision and I didn't even compete! And you lost to Ukraine, so it could only fuel your anger! And hey Ukraine, you did amazing. That song about Russian assholes touched my heart, love ya." America made a small wave towards the European nation, who smiled and waved back.

Australia shook his head, "I couldn't have done that mate! Everyone saw me give marmite to Sealand and I had to carry him all the way over to the infirmary. Non-aussies can't handle it ya know." A couple other countries nod in agreement. "So it wasn't me." America sighed, wanting to find out who took the money already.

Then at the corner of his eye, he found a lonely Korean, not looking at anyone. He seemed quieter than usual, and he avoided eye contact by staring at the floor. Malaysia thought she heard a crack in her heart as America's gaze slowly went towards North Korea.

"It's gotta be someone poor," He slowly began. North Korea felt chills down his spine and hesitatingly looked up, finding everyone's gaze was on him. America didn't smile or laugh but held a stern glare, "Was it you, North?" He shook his head. America pretended not to see his answer, and seemed to be determined on his final culprit as the answer. "North is probably the one who could've taken though," Malaysia began to get angry, 'That brat!'.

"I suggest we all check everyone's bag. The money could be hidden in any of them." Japan suggested. America then beamed at the Asian nation.

"Good thinking Japan! Everyone, start checking your bags!" Many nations groaned, but started to do so to clear themselves innocent.

Malaysia checked the contents inside her own bag, but didn't find an envelope of cash hidden inside. She then told America, who wrote down her name in a little notepad he held in his hand. She wondered if they would ever find the money.

"Ah. Here it is." replied North Korea, who calmly held up the sealed envelope. His eyes didn't seemed fazed as many people in the room gasped. The room exploded into many voices. America grabbed the cash away from him and pointed at him.

"T-thief! THIEF!" He began screaming. Malaysia felt something inside of herself boil up. She became crossed at the words America shouted into her friend's face. And the hushed whispers from the crowd, agreeing with America's claim and calling North Korea rude things. 'Of course it was him. Who would it be?' they said. 'He's a poor, cold-hearted country that cares for no one.'

North Korea mumbles something in the collar of his shirt. America asked him to speak up, and North Korea lifts his head out of his collar slowly, repeating his words bitterly. "I didn't take it." He spat. America looks at him, unconvinced.

"Yeah right! You're super poor! And it was in your bag! I was right, North is a thief! Fess up and face the consequences!" Suddenly all Malaysia could hear were dark voices, taunting North Korea. 'Ah what a liar.' she heard. 'It was so obvious though!'.

North Korea gazed down at the floor, not saying anything else. Malaysia let herself lash out, watching North Korea's emotionless eyes made her feel like he didn't deserve any of that. And everyone else was so unfair to him. He pretended not to care. He just... accepted it. But she wasn't going to.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She yelled, her voice booming across the entire room. Everyone stopped ridiculing the North Korean and turned to her. She didn't feel sorry at all. "I DON'T CARE IF HE'S POOR OR HUNGRY! HWAN SOO WOULD NEVER STEAL FROM ANYBODY! I KNOW HIM AND HE ISN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL!" She heard a faint gasp behind her, and she looked behind her to see North Korea staring at her in disbelief. Her face softened as North Korea broke his emotionless state. Then she turn back at America, who looked as if he was going to cry.

"You know, anybody could've planted that in his bag." China thought out loud. He looked back at America, "It wouldn't happen to be you, right? After all, you do have this weird-ish hero complex. So maybe you created this problem to fix it. That's maybe why you began pointing fingers at everyone for no damn reason." America hiccuped, feeling at lost about what to do.

With the awkward and tense atmosphere rising, Germany coughed and raised his hand. "Alright, that's enough for today." Everyone shifted uncomfortable glances towards each other before sluggishly moving out.

Malaysia and North Korea stared at each other for a very long time.

North Korea was the first to speak. His lips parted, and she finally saw emotion behind his eyes. It was astonishment.

"I-i didn't need your help..." She never saw him in this light before. He looked as if he didn't know what to do or how to respond. But she knew what to do.

"But I wanted to," Malaysia softly smiled at him. She made her way towards him, his pretty almond eyes gazing up at her. She stood in front of him, making herself taller than him while he sat flabbergasted in his seat. Malaysia spoke in a calm fashion, "Because I care about what happens to you. You are my friend after all."

And she swore she saw his eyes shine when she said that.

"But why didn't you stand up for yourself? You usually call people out for being on your case in meetings all the time."

North Korea glanced to the side, "Because no one would've listened. No one wants to listen anyway." Malaysia shook her head, then promptly put both of her hands on his chin. He blushed furiously at the gesture, but didn't move it away.

"I would've listen, dummy." Malaysia smiled. North Korea then pushed her hands away and crossed his arms out of embarrassment. Malaysia only giggled to herself at the motion.

North Korea then slowly put to hands back to his side. "Do you want to eat at my place?" He suddenly offered, looking down at the floor. She then put a hand to her chin, and made a playful grin.

"No. Because I wouldn't know what to do with a rotten cabbage and a flimsy loaf of bread."

North Korea glared at her, but she saw it was merely a face of childish bickering. Then North Korea inhaled, before glancing back up at her. "Oh yeah. Let's go to the super market." North Korea stood up, and motioned her to follow him. She gladly went behind him, walking out of the meeting doors together. He suddenly stopped walking, then turned to her.

"Can you stop doing that." She tilted her head in confusion.

"Doing what?"

"Walking behind me," He said, putting his hands into his pants pockets. She then gradually went towards his side, chuckling then he refused to look at her but at the floor. They then walked together, finally by each others side, to the food market.

They didn't see another Korean staring at the two from afar.

After buying ingredients and having a nice long train trip from the train to his hotel room, North Korea and Malaysia strolled together. It was around evening when the two finally came back. There was a nice breeze coming through them, and the sound of nature was soothing in a way. They never felt more at peace.

"By the way, what did you buy anyway? You wouldn't let me look." Malaysia said, slipping out of her shoes and into the almost condo-like structure. North Korea smirked.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

Malaysia had to wait on his small table. She wasn't usually this impatient but she was very curious about what he was going to make for the both of them. She heard the stove turn off, and found herself looking back at North Korea, with two plates in his hands.

"I made some kalbi. Eat it or starve." He placed the plate of food on the table or her, before sitting down in his own seat across from her. Malaysia gazed down at the food in front of her. It was Korean ribs with chopped green onions on top. On the side was a bowl of steaming, hot white rice. She found it to smell and look good, and she felt North Korea stare at her intensely to find out what her reaction will be.

She picked up the rib and ripped it into one piece, then took a bite out of it. She found herself speechless. All she could do was place the piece of food in her mouth while North Korea wiped his face with a napkin.

"Damn this is good." She began gobbling the kalbi down while North Korea just closed his eyes and made a 'hmph' sound. He was proud of himself.

After they both finished their plates and North Korea put it in the sink, Malaysia waited for him to come back. He then sat in the seat in front of her, and gazed at her.

"...Thank you for earlier." North Korea suddenly said, making Malaysia look up at him. He gazed at her with shining eyes, "I can't remember anybody standing up for me like that."

"Actually, China did that a lot for you a couple years back," She found herself saying. Her eyes widen in shock, 'Crap, I said that out loud'. But despite what she said, North Korea shook his head.

He started, "No. He did that for politics. But it's been so long since someone has done that to me because of who I am-" Then he stopped himself mid-sentence and looked back at her with a curious gaze. "By the way, how did you know my name? I haven't told anyone in years."

"Taiwan mentioned it to me one time," Malaysia answered. North Korea made an 'ah' sound before eating another piece of food from his plate. She then smiled. "So- Korea is actually Hwan Soo? That's a very nice name. I like it. My name is Damia if you wanted to know." Then she hesitated for a moment for finishing the sentence again, "Maybe... we can call each other it." North Korea stops eating and turns to her.

"But we only call each other by our real names if we're close."

"Uh huh."

"We're on good terms, but we're not that close yet."

"Uh huh."

"And getting close means we have to get to know each other..." He huffed before putting a hand on one side of his cheek. North Korea had a sudden look to his face that made Malaysia want to squish his cheeks. He then looked back to her, "Do you want to know about me?"

Malaysia smiled, "Yes. I would like to very much."

North Korea nodded, "Alright." He set aside his chopsticks and faced Malaysia, his hands knit together out of habit. "I'm Im Hwan Soo. I used to play instruments and draw. And I would love to nuke some capitalist ass right now, I'm extremely bored." Malaysia laughed out loud and North Korea seemed proud of his answer. "Your turn."

Malaysia started to explain herself, "I'm Damia binti Muhammad. I love a calm atmosphere and cooking my favorite things. Though I find baking to be more difficult." North Korea nodded his head in agreement. "I like listening to music, though I don't play any instruments. And I... uh.." She found herself speechless. It's as if she had nothing else to say. Which she didn't.

North Korea and her had a moment of silence.

"... This isn't working. Talking about ourselves is really fucking boring." Malaysia couldn't help but agree to what he said. "... You know. I think I owe you an explanation about my cuts, if we're still gonna talk about ourselves." North Korea said, fiddling around with his fingers. Malaysia shook her head.

"There's no need to. You can tell me when you're ready." She then went into her purse and pulled out a slip of paper. She also grabbed a pen and wrote down her phone number, then gave the slip to North Korea. "Call me whenever you feel like doing it. It can be at like three in the morning or in the middle of a crowd. There's no limit."

North Korea accepted the paper, and twirled it around his fingers for a moment. "And maybe we shouldn't talk about ourselves all at once. It seems a bit too... forced." Malaysia continued. "This can be a way for us to know about each other, piece by piece. Like normal friends do." Malaysia grinned and didn't expect the former latter to do the same.

North Korea held a soft, gentle smile. It was the first time he smiled in front of her.

"Yeah. Like normal friends do."

She wondered why she felt butterflies in her stomach the entire time.

DAMN THIS WAS SO FUCKING CUTE. Wow that was too aggressive achem okay. Take two.

Damn this was so fucking cute. Okay much better.

The first two scenes are kinda based off this one episode from the anime 'Erased'. Most of my inspiration is based off of other animes actually. The first chapter is from an anime that shall not be named. Because DAMN I get war flashbacks just thinking about it. The second is just a transition from their friendship, so not really influenced by anything else. The next chapter, I'm actually kind of unsure about. Probably gonna reveal more about the Korean stalking them because they seem kinda mysterious lmao. Also Malaysia's name... they say in Malaysia a full name is first name/binti (daughter of)/fathers name. Since she's a country who doesn't have one, she goes by Muhammad.

But I'm going to answer the really nice reviews I got since I didn't expect to get any.

NekoRyuuKo: That's really nice of you to say! I thought it would be great to write a story with something involving him since North Korea is a pretty interesting (but dark) country. I always had a unique interest of that nation overall.

Aki: Thank you for a lot of that information! I'm not Malaysian myself, and I tried my best to research the country. I guess I kind of missed some parts. I feel like there aren't many articles I could understand with Malaysia and Singapore, since they are two countries that get missed a lot by the media (in my personal opinion). I'm a little to young to try and know the full story, but I'm trying my best! I thought Singapore kind of "left" Malaysia and she got really mad over it. I guess their is more to the story. I'm an idiot for not looking more into it, sorry!

However, I will rewrite future scenes since I got new information. I'm gonna have to look up more things to understand Malaysia more, since she is our main protagonist. I was going to do that in later chapters, but knowing more information than necessary isn't bad. I kind of have that "Malaysia hates Singapore because he hurt her" dynamic from Tumblr, but that's kind of stupid getting it from there. Now I'm gonna go with "Malaysia acts like she's okay with him around but she's secretly bitter towards the relationship they could've had." And looking it up, I can see it was mainly their governments that had a problem with each other. Well, there is more information to discover! At least she isn't a stupid tsundere from what I usually see. I hope I''m gonna get her background right in the near future!

Make sure to review if you like it :D