This is my 'fan-service' chapter to you all lmao. You do get to see more of NK and Malaysia and it helps move the story along but... lol just read it and you'll understand.

Also I drew a cute icon for the story since it really needed one. And if you want to see the rest of the pic, go on my art blog on tumblr it's called 'asiantalia'. And if I'm still advertising, go on my main blog 'kaylabow' for more!

EDIT: I had to modify a small part in the chapter regarding the 'bed scene' because I kinda made Malaysia break a rule in Islam. Oopsy daisy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but two blobs of OC's.

South Korea received an interesting text message from Taiwan later that evening.

'Bobacutiez: omfg yong soo ur bro and malaysia totally hooked up'

'DaKpopKing: no f-ing way dats tru u liar'

He scoffed, not believing his younger sister for even a second. North was just too lame to hit on someone like Malaysia.

Then Taiwan sent a picture of Malaysia and North Korea together, side by side. South Korea raised an eyebrow, finding it strange how his twin was around someone so social and... normal.

'Bobacutiez: haha gimme credit tho actually i had to hide in the bushes for dat shiz'

'DaKpopKing: ...'

'DaKpopKing: they could be friends ya kno'

'Bobacutiez: bruh no. i saw them and they gave each other the look. like the ones those ppl in kdramas fallin in luv at first site'

'DaKpopKing: no way gasp'

'Bobacutiez: i mean honestly yong soo u blind or something'

'Bobacutiez: mala yelled her ass off in the meeting for him. she screamed him not stealin money bc every1 was on his case. it was so scary tho. i was gonna p my pants'

'Bobacutiez: but srsly. she cares a lot about him. and since that walk in the park is probably consensual (she woodnt kidnap him for dat liek lol can u imagine), he probs appreciates her too. its rly nice to kno that ur older bro is doin ok and not planning how to nuke other countries'

'DaKpopKing: he still prob does that tho'

'Bobacutiez: whatevs'

'Bobacutiez: look yong soo what im tryin to say is'

'Bobacutiez: ur bro is gettin laid by a hot asian chick'

'Bobacutiez: i mean have u seen her she lookin fine af'

Then Hong Kong broke into the conversation.

'XxxFireworkMasterxxX: yong soo meimei im gonna kick your ass if you talk about them behind their back'

'XxxFireworkMasterxxX: DONT HAVE A CONVO ABOUT 2 PPL I KNO FUCKING EACH OTHER'

'Bobocutiez: shut the f up lil bro ur just mad about not gettin laid like our good bro hwan soo oppa'

South Korea then thought it was about time to get out of the chat for a while. Taiwan and him should've talked privately instead of the group chat, since he wanted to know more information without getting yelled at on a screen. He turns off his phone and sighs, holding his phone close to him as he goes deep into thought. He still didn't know what to think.

He sat in a bench on the balcony of his rental condo, watching the sun set as he ate some pepero sticks.

"Why is she even friends with him though?" He says out loud, munching on a chocolate stick. Pepero was a chocolate covered cookie stick with almonds on top. People would say how Korea just copied Japan's pocky sticks. South Korea says fuck you to those people though. His pepero sticks are better! JAPAN IS THE COPY CAT! SCREW JAPAN!

The Korean shook his head, trying not to think about pepero but how Malaysia and North Korea became close to one another. It irked him to his very core. Usually he only felt this crossed when Japan when he refuses to admit he's wrong, or when North Korea announces how he's going to make another nuclear test (then fails). But this time it's different.

He feels weird in his stomach when he thought about it more. It's as if it was aching in pain. South Korea almost felt his heart stop beating. He remembered this feeling after Malaysia yelled across the entire meeting room, making the entire room fall silent. The only thing he could see was his own twin staring up at the girl from his seat in astonishment. It ticked him off, but at the same time, he was dejected inside.

South Korea made a poker face- pursing his lips together and staring blankly at the evening sky. Why was he thinking about this so much? Why was he so invested North Korea's life? Then a horrible idea struck him.

"Am I... JEALOUS?!" He shrieked. This can't be the reason! It can't be! Out of a fit of panic he grabs his box of pepero sticks and hurled them off the balcony. Then he screamed so loud, the entire nation of Japan could hear his voice.

And he did. In his nice, comfortable home, Japan felt a cold chill run up his spine and had to hug himself to calm down.

Also just a few blocks away, Singapore was just taking a stroll down the road for an evening walk. He didn't expect a box of Korean chocolate to hit his head. The box landed on top of his head, then bounced off to the side. Singapore fell to the ground from the impact, and rubbed his sore head in pain.

He found the candy, and picked up the box to see it was pepero sticks.

"Huh. South Korean chocolate sticks," He shrugged, then popped one of them into his mouth. "Life is like a box of chocolates, la."

Back to South Korea, the Korean fell to the floor in a daze, trying to regain his sanity.

'There's no way I'm jealous! I don't even care about him anymore...' South Korea knitted his eyebrows together in frustration. 'He's not even in my life anymore. Why should I care? And how did he manage to find a friend so easily?' He then remembered how scool and suave his brother was when they were kids. While he himself was more energetic and welcoming, the elder sibling was calmer and accepting. 'Malaysia just felt bad for him. It's not like they have mutual respect for one another!' Then again, he remembered the longing stare held between herself and North Korea in the meeting room. He felt so much emotional tension come off from that one mutual gaze. 'I don't care.' But he did care.

"It's so unreal! Why does he have a friend? HE'S GROSS!" South Korea exclaimed, hugging his knees. He rocked himself back and forth, wanting to forget everything Taiwan said and what he saw at the meeting.

It boiled him inside to think about how close they got to each other. How she probably knows his secrets and feelings, or how North Korea might even smile around her. How he might even trust her more than him. Why can he do that with her instead of him? Why can't they have that relationship again-

He shook his head in denial, "It doesn't matter to me. I shouldn't even bother thinking about it. I'm so not jealous."

But he is jealous.

After a long conversation about how strange their government worked, they decided it was time to go to sleep. Malaysia walked into his room to find North Korea already creating a makeshift bed on the floor for himself. She furrowed her eyebrows together and bent her knees down to his level.

"Aren't you going to sleep on your own bed?"

North Korea shook his head, "You're the guest. You take it."

"But it's your room," She countered, offering the spot to him. "You take it."

"No you take it." He persisted, glaring at her. It was almost as if he was threatening her to take the bed or else.

"No Hwan Soo, you take it."

"Dammit Damia, take it or I'll nuke you."

Malaysia sighed, then sat down on the floor and shooed his hand away from the pile of blankets on the ground. He stopped preparing the bed on the floor and turned to her. She softly patted his head.

"Calm down..." North Korea lightly blushed at the hand petting his hair. Malaysia did it to relax him but now she did it because his hair was just so damn soft. North Korea only let her touch his hair because it felt nice. But he wasn't ever going to tell her that.

Still petting his head, she went deep into thought. She didn't want North Korea to sleep on the floor for her (no matter how sweet she thought it was of him), but she didn't want to sleep on a hard surface either. Malaysia turned to the bed and got an idea. But she wasn't sure if her religion would tolerate what she wanted to do or if North Korea would be okay with what she had to offer...

"You know, that bed is big enough for two people. Maybe we can sleep together?"

Her suggestion was met with a small cough, then silence.

She looked down to see the North Korean biting his lip and turning the other way sheepishly. She tilted her head in confusion, "Hwan Soo?"

"Huh?!" He finally snapped back into reality to then get embarrassed again. He hung his head low, "Sorry, I was just thinking about it."

"So...? What's your answer? I'm fine with sleeping on the floor if it makes you feel better," She said, patting North Korea's back in sympathy. Malaysia felt almost guilty. But for a strange reason, she was also somewhat satisfied by the self-conscious expressions he had. She found him to be... adorable.

He then waved his hand in the air. "It's okay! You're right, that bed is big enough for the two of us. We can both sleep on it... together."

"...I'm so sorry for making you feel awkward Hwan Soo."

"It's okay. It happens to me all the time."

Malaysia then helped North Korea off the floor and they started making the bed look nice. The Malaysian always brought a spare change of clothing in case she slept over at someone's place (which she did a lot), so she got ready in the nearest bathroom. North Korea stayed in his room to change into his own pajamas.

After they both changed, they sat on the bed together. Then Malaysia suddenly remembered something.

"Is it okay if I pray for a couple minutes?" She said. North Korea gave her a nod and she began to pray.

Malaysia is Muslim and she's required to pray five times a day. It was part of her daily schedule. But she wanted to be courteous North Korea, who wasn't religious in any form. It felt awkward for about a couple minutes, and even when she finished praying the silence in the room was thick and unsettling.

"You ready to go to sleep?" North Korea asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for letting me pray."

"No problem," He then turned off the lamp in the room, and Malaysia went under the covers. She let out a soft sigh, engulfing herself in the warm sheets. North Korea laid beside her with his back turned to her. He sat at the very corner of the bed, which gave her a lot to give her space. It was as if she took over the entire area. She let out a small huff.

"Hwan Soo, you can move in closer you know." North Korea hesitated, but scooted in just a little bit. Malaysia rolled her eyes in the dark room. The window started to seep in some moonlight, which slightly brightened the room's presence. She sat up against the headboard of the bed to look down at the anxious Korean. "It's seriously okay. You've been too nice to me lately."

"I'm not nice at all," He mumbled, not moving from his spot. "I'm still a piece of garbage."

Malaysia then decided she needed to take drastic measures. She hated it when people tried to be overly polite towards her. It made her feel like they were neglecting their own needs for her. Then with a straight face, she lightly tugged onto North Korea's curl.

The reaction was immediate. He bolted up from the bed and fell on top of her lap with a thud. Even if the lighting in the room was dim, she could tell he was blushing madly and his eyes were half-lidded. North Korea panted as he slowly got up from the bed and faced her with a menacing glare.

"Y-you're so cruel..." He spluttered.

She chuckled. "I couldn't let you be too nice to me. I'm the courteous one here."

Petting his own hair, North Korea asked, "How did you know about... this?" He pointed to his sensitive hair curl.

"Singapore has one. I used to pull on it all the time back when we were..." North Korea noticed how she trailed off, and stared at the wall, deep into thought. She gulped, "Well that doesn't really matter now. It was a really long time ago, so it's nothing important."

North Korea looked off to the side. "Doesn't sound like it's nothing."

"..." Malaysia regretted her explanation as she had created an awkward silence that neither of them wanted to break. Malaysia sighed and pulled the blankets close to her. She then laid down on her pillow. "I'm just gonna get some sleep. Night."

"Night." He answered back. North Korea also immersed himself in the sheets and Malaysia went to sleep, feeling the exhaustion had finally gotten to her. The two would sleep without any interruption... or so she thought.

In the middle of the night, she woke up suddenly from the feeling of being coddled. She felt two arms wrapped around her waist, and a soft bed of hair located in the nook of her neck. A leg was placed on top of her own. She could feel a warm breath on her back, and a light snore come from behind. Malaysia opened her eyes in shock.

'Hwan Soo is a cuddler?!' She mentally screamed inside her head. She didn't want to wake him up, but she felt so...

Actually she was quite comfortable in this position.

'This is so wrong! Incredibly wrong.' Malaysia felt the heat rise up to her cheeks. 'I knew breaking a law in my religion was bad. Now I'm gonna go to jail for sure! I'm sorry boss!'

She carefully lifted North Korea's arm off her stomach and slowly moved away from him. She felt horrible for leaving him like this, but Malaysia couldn't handle it. No matter how comfortable and cute he was. It was wrong of her to enjoy the feeling. Malaysia grabbed her pillow and an extra blanket, then glanced back at the sleeping Korean.

'I'm sorry Hwan Soo. I cannot disrespect Allah like this.' She mentally cried to herself. She tip toed out of the room and made her destination towards the couch.

Malaysia had to deal with a very flustered and embarrassed Korean in the morning.

"Hwan Soo, it's okay. It's not like you hurt me or anything."

He shook her shoulders harshly, "IT'S NOT OKAY! WHO THE FUCK HUGS THEIR FRIEND IN THEIR SLEEP?!"

"I guess... you do." She said. He then stopped shaking her and lowered his head down in shame. "But hey I have to admit, you're a really good cuddler." Malaysia stifled a laugh with her hand as North Korea's ears turned bright red. "Is that why you were so reluctant to sleep in the same bed as me?" He nodded. She snickered, "You could've told me."

"Why should I?" He muttered angrily. "It doesn't matter now. You know one of my darkest secrets."

"Oh no. The horror."

"I CAN HEAR THE SARCASM IN YOUR VOICE YOU KNOW!" He then turned his head away and scoffed. "Whatever. It's not like I care or anything."

Malaysia stared at him blankly, "You are such a tsundere."

"What the fuck is a tsundere?"

"A Japanese term which means a person who acts tough and cold on the outside, but is kind and soft-hearted on the inside." North Korea looked at her as if she had two heads. She giggled, "Anyways, you don't need to worry about the hugging thing. It's okay, really. I should be the sorry one. I actually enjoyed it because of my sick, twisted mind."

"Oh..." He said quietly. North Korea looked as if he wanted to say more, but held himself back. Malaysia didn't really like it when he would keep to himself.

North Korea stayed silent. Malaysia gently placed her hand on his jawline, a few wisps of hair clinging onto it. "Hey, what wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"It doesn't sound like nothing." She said, mimicking his words from last night. He sighed, and became inaudible for a moment.

He took a deep breath before talking. "No matter what I do, I still can't stop doing it." He suddenly announced. Malaysia was about to say something, but he interrupted her. "I was just so used to having someone to hold when I was younger, so I can't break out of that habit. Even when I'm a fucking adult. I'm just so... clingy. It's so childish of me to still be this way."

"It's okay," She voiced softly. "It's hard to adjust when someone isn't around anymore." Malaysia remembered what to say next, and picked up where she left off. "...Because that someone was apart of your life. They've always been there. And now they're gone." He looked back at her with a fixed gaze "It's almost like losing apart of yourself... right?" He found himself staring at her in admiration.

"...Yeah, you're right."

"I mean," She continued. "It's difficult to be alone. It just feels like no one actually cares about you. You'd think, 'it's all my fault they left' because really there is no other explanation then that."

Then they held a long gaze, similar to the one they had in the meeting room from yesterday. She started to notice the way his lips were parted, and the small exhales he was making. Was she ever aware of how charming he was?

"...How do you know me so well?" He questioned after a while, gaping at bit at her own statement.

She snapped out of her thoughts to answer his question. "That's just how I felt when Singapore was forced to leave me. For a long time I was quite enraged. I thought there was something wrong with me since I was very hung up over him. But then I started to think it's okay to miss someone who isn't there anymore. " North Korea hesitated, but nodded anyway.

"He still means the world to me..." North Korea sighed, closing his eyes. He touched Malaysia's hand, but didn't pull her off his chin. "I want to hate him... but I just can't."

"Remember, it's okay." Malaysia smiled at him gently. "You know, I heard if you think about someone a lot, then that means the person you are thinking about you can't get you off their mind too." North Korea blushed, before looking up at her again. "Maybe they're not over you just yet."

"Are you sure that's what you heard? Or are you lying because you pity me?"

"No, no! I actually heard it from Indonesia one time, I'm not lying." She reassured quickly. North Korea chuckled a bit, getting amused at her panicked expression before continuing.

"...It's South Korea by the way, if you were wondering." He replied softly. Malaysia patted his hair and hummed.

"I kinda figured that out already." She smiled.

North Korea spoke again, "That's kind of why I would read those books about his country on the train." Malaysia nodded, telling him to keep going. "... He's partly the reason why I have so many cuts on my wrist." Malaysia dropped her hand to her side and instantly became cold, then stared at North Korea with a menacing, fixed gaze.

'I'll kill that Korean faster than he can say kimchi.'

Almost as if he read her mind, he began making many hand gestures in the air to reassure her. "It's because I think about him too much. It's not his fault, okay?" Malaysia then dropped the hostile act to listen to what he had to say, but she still wasn't fully convinced. North Korea brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "I usually don't tell anyone this... so tell anyone and I'll nuke you."

Malaysia nodded again, "I figured that out too."

As you could tell, this was more of a 'bonding-ish' chapter. I thought this filler was kind of silly though, but I still like it. Malaysia used North Korea's weakness to ease her own desires... damn that was darker than intended. We also found out South Korea is a stubborn baby that misses his older twin. But the feeling is quite mutual, isn't it? Though my lonely Korean is more open about it to his new friend! Aw, I wish they would be happy. And we got to find out more about Malaysia and Singapore's relationship! Though it still seems kind of vague. I make it seem pretty mysterious... don't I?

South Korea: He's the real mvp. He's cheerful, stubborn, and he has a lot of pride! This amazing boy hides all of his troubles behind a smile so he won't worry people. That doesn't mean his happiness is fake though. He always looks on the bright side of things, and he is quite childish sometimes. He has to pretend he hates his brother because his government forces him to. So he can never be happy with his twin sobs... but maybe someday they'll get along.

I'll introduce Singapore soon once I get more information on his country. Now for the reviews!

Guest: That's really cool! I wonder what that dream could be about? :0 Probably not about a nuclear country with a dark past and a calm nation who's pretty scary in politics though.

Aki: Aw that's very nice of you to say. And yes, politics can make people quite monstrous in some ways. Durian's scent is pretty strong stuff. I tried it once, and regardless of the smell, I thoroughly enjoyed it! Also online, there are just a handful of articles that really explained to me why Singapore was forced to leave. I think I got the gist of it now. I'm really flattered you think it's impressive of me to research about this topic, despite me being young. I'm 13 by the way! And the Four Asian Tigers reference wasn't intended, but I realized I might have put it in there anyway lol. Glad you caught that!

mimi-chan and aliling-chan: Haha, one time I made a headcanon on tumblr that Malaysia reads a book while driving. That comment reminded me of that. Since I'm still an amateur, it's gonna take me a while to become better. One day I'll get the flow of the chapters to run more smoothly! I put a lot of effort into researching and writing about NK and Malaysia. I'll use your advice and talk to some Malaysians, and maybe do some more research. I hope to see more of your reviews in the future.

Understudy of Becky Two Shoes: Ahhh you're too kind to me uwu. I have an idea who you might be (considering you're one of my tumblr followers) but I shouldn't make any assumptions yet. You're too nice! :D

Review please and thank you for your time!