Yoooooooooooooooooo. Also you need to know a couple things about this chapter.
Italics are for flashback.
Underlined Italics are for thoughts.
This is just regular writing.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit.
Another thing Malaysia and North Korea had in common was that they both hated attending World Meetings.
For about two months, one of the country's would hold a meeting room where everyone would discuss their problems. Only in dire situations would they need to hold an emergency meeting. And another reason why they were held so long was to spend time with friends who live across the globe. The nations were suppose to go to these meetings on week days, but have the weekends off.
They both didn't like going for a number of reasons. North Korea loved his solitude in his own apartment, and hated it when America kept pressing the nuclear 'issue' onto him every time he went. He found it to be annoying and not worth his time. But the last time he didn't go to a meeting, the capitalist country himself broke into his temporary home to interrogate him. North Korea doesn't find it funny.
Malaysia disliked going because it brought out her dark side. Whenever politics were discussed, she would become a monster. She's very vocal about her opinions and whenever someone disagreed with her, she would lash out at them. She would become chaotic evil instead of true neutral. Malaysia liked to believe this trait came from England.
So the two weren't very eager to walk through the meeting room. They hesitatingly took a step inside, Malaysia looked down at the floor to avoid eye contact while North Korea stared at the wall. It seemed like their tactic was working.
But then a certain American spotted them as they strolled through the meeting doors. He started running to them enthusiastically.
"HEY BRO!"
And then again, the strategy wasn't always very effective.
A slap was placed on North Korea's back, and he yelped from shock. He glared at America, who was smiling apologetically.
America coughed nervously, "Can I say sorry for being really shitty to you yesterday? It was totally way out of line."
While Malaysia was taken back by surprise at his words, North Korea responded by rolling his eyes. "Can you apologize for being a shitty in general? Get out of the way you stupid capitalist."
The American cried out of guilt, "But I really am sorry! And there are no other words to describe how sorry I am. And if that's what you want, then I'm sorry for being shitty in general!" America then stepped to the side, moving out of his way. North Korea reacted by face palming at the action.
Malaysia watched uncomfortably as America touched North Korea's shoulder. After her loud protest against him yesterday, she felt incredibly awkward just standing close to him. But it wasn't like she was going to apologize for her behavior anyway.
And she didn't like how close he was to her friend.
The Korean shooed America's arm away, and dusted himself off. "I accept your pathetic attempt for trying to get on my good side." North Korea spat. When he saw America brighten up at his words, he continued, "That doesn't mean I condone or justify anything you do to me. Now go away before I start another hydrogen bomb test." America laughed and patted North Korea's head.
"I'm glad you forgave me! In the next meetings, I decided to try and be a little easier on you. Does that sound good or what?" North Korea raised an eye brow.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" He questioned. Was the stupid, pitiful capitalist pulling his leg? 'Whatever he is trying to get out of this, he won't get me to stop testing out my nuclear warheads.' North Korea noted to himself.
America then smiled softly, "Because some people pointed out to me how harsh I was being to you. And how I treat you isn't humane at all!" North Korea didn't expect to get this answer rat all, and stared at him skeptically. America waved them both goodbye, being oblivious to North Korea's suspicious nature. But before he left, Malaysia caught a wink from the American. But it was meant for the person behind her.
She turned around to see South Korea standing behind them with a blank face. He then walked through his counterpart and the ASEAN country to talk to America. From what she saw in the distance, they seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Both of the usually childish and cheerful nations became more... focused and poised in a way. When she stopped looking, she didn't notice South Korea kept staring back at her.
"Did you apologize yet?" South Korea asked. America nodded.
"Why wouldn't I? I still can't get your really deep lecture out of my mind from yesterday. You can be really stern when you need to be." America commented. "You must really care about your brother-"
"Nope. No. I don't care about him at all. Nuh uh." South Korea denied. He put a finger on America's nose and pressed on it, making a 'boop!' sound. "I just think it's really strange for you to act selfish like that. I talked to you for your sake." America slapped his hand away and put two hands on both of his cheeks, making the Korean very flustered at the approach.
He snickered, "Aw come on Yong Soo. After what happened yesterday, we both know that you love him deeply." America sighed, remembering how pensive he was the day before.
...
America sat on the floor of his room playing video games to avoid the guilt he had been feeling at the time. Usually, he wasn't very good at noticing the atmosphere or how people feel. But whenever he did, he just couldn't bring himself to say sorry. It's not because of his pride, but the other person's. After all, North Korea probably wouldn't even believe his worst enemy actually felt culpable for his actions. No matter how much he meant his words.
As he sliced another zombie's head off with his virtual katana, he heard the doorbell ring. He shouted at the person to 'come in'.
South Korea stepped inside the room, unsmiling. America didn't really pay attention to the changed tone in his personality, and continued to indulge into his fictional lifestyle. The Korean took a few steps towards him and crouched down to his level, examining the game.
"Wow that looks interesting? Can I play?" He asked.
America shivered at his question. South Korea was a literal god when it came to video games. America and Japan are pretty good at video games. But no, South Korea is the greatest of them all. One time they played together, and South Korea won in seconds of playing and he wasn't even trying to his fullest extent. Compared to him, America was trash.
"No thanks," America paused the game and turned to face South Korea. He tilted his head to the side, "What's up?"
South Korea finally sat down on the floor and crossed his legs. He held a stern gaze towards him. "I think you should apologize to North Korea."
America stared at him, confused by his request. "W-why do you say that?"
"Because... what you did was pretty wrong. You kept pointing fingers at everyone and you called him a thief."
"But he kinda was. The money was in his bag though." America said, scratching his head. "I was only stating the facts." Then he sighed, pushing away his game console. He put a hand on his cheek, "Plus he probably wouldn't even accept my apology. Do you even know what he's like?" South Korea almost looked offended at his words.
"Yeah. I do know." South Korea's words became more assertive and thoughtful with each sentence. "I knew him since we were born, even if he's changed into some war maniac. I still know him. He might not accept it, but I know he would feel appreciative that you took the time to tell him it. Even if it's only because you pity him." America couldn't see it closely, but South Korea's eyes became solemn and wholehearted. "No one deserves to feel like everything is their fault."
The words echoed through his head.
'He's right... it's so unheroic of me to act this way. Why am I becoming such an oblivious jerk nowadays? I need to redeem myself.' He reflected. 'Maybe I should do something.' America stared at South Korea, who was twirling a strand of hair around his finger, patiently waiting for an answer. 'But why did he come all the way here to tell me that?'.
America nodded, "Alright. I'll apologize tomorrow."
"Okay, cool." As he was about to get up, America told him to stay put.
"Wait a minute." He said, making the Korean stop in his tracks. South Korea looked at America who was gazing at him "Tell me Yong Soo," He leaned closer to his face. South Korea became defensive on the spot, and bent back from the motion. "why is it that you only want me to apologize to him, but not anyone else?" South Korea opened his mouth in shock and spluttered out his next words.
"U-uh I didn't mean w-well I-i didn't say so!" The American had put him out on the edge. South Korea had difficulty trying to worm his way out of the situation to give a satisfying answer. 'Shit I'm screwed.' He thought to himself nervously.
"I... see ya later!" South Korea quickly stood up and speed walked out of the room, hiding his flushed face behind his hand in embarrassment.
After he left, America snickered and thought quietly to himself.
'Ah. An over protective brother. I should know, I am one!'
...
America shook his head before crossing his arms together and pulled off a smug expression. "You know..." He trailed off, tapping a finger on his arm. "Since I did my talking to him, you should do that too!' America beamed at the Korean.
South Korea recoiled from the words America put out of his mouth. "W-why would I though? There's no r-reason to d-do..." For a moment, South Korea became noiseless. He was trying to think of his next move.
"BYE!" He exclaimed. As he was about to make a run for it, the American grabbed the back of the collar of his shirt. He learned from his mistake last time, as he knew for a while whenever South Korea got agitated he would flee from whatever difficult situation he was in. Being captured at a bad moment in time, South Korea shook his fist in anger. "DAMMIT!"
"Come on. You miss him, don't you? I can tell by the stuttering and the serious tone."
South Korea huffed and looked down to his side. "I can be serious." He muttered childishly.
"Come oooon." He encouraged. "Do it. Go talk to him."
"NO!" South Korea tried to pull out, but the American's grip on him was too strong. "I DON'T NEED TO!" He looked around the room in panic. "STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGE-" America had to cover his mouth because other countries were silently judging them from the background. He continued to speak, despite South Korea's muffled protests.
America furrowed his eyebrows, "If you love him, why wouldn't you want to make things right with him?" South Korea stopped struggling and went quiet all of a sudden. America clicked his tongue as South Korea's grasp on his arm began to cease. "Look... I know you both have your ups and downs... well mostly downs. But think about it. If you know the guy so well, then you would know how he's feeling. Don't you think he still cares about you like you do to him? And even if he doesn't, it's still nice to find out." He was still silent. America stared him down, trying to get his words into the other's system. "I'll let you go, but only if you talk to him. Can you do that for me?" South Korea nodded. "Okay, I'm trusting you with this." And America let him go.
South Korea laughed as he ran away from him. "HAHA SUCKER!" He stuck his tongue out. America gave him a bewildered stare, getting shocked from his actions.
Why would he double-cross him like that?! America gave the man democracy and freedom, and this is how he's repaid? He practically raised him to be who he is right now! HOW COULD HE?!
"I TRUSTED YOU!" America went on his knees and punched the floor. Most of the people in the room saw South Korea's betrayal, but pretended not to notice so they wouldn't get involved. All but one person, who had just walked into the meeting room and saw America's despair.
Out of pity, the person put a hand in front of him. "Are you alright?"
America stopped crying and looked up at the mysterious figure. He wiped his tears, "Yeah. It's just South Korea promised me something but didn't do what I asked him to do! How hurtful! It's like the man used me." He took the nation's hand and stood up. "Thanks for asking, Singapore."
The ASEAN nation patted his back, "No problem, la." He then gave the American a small case of portable tissues. "You should fix yourself. You look like a mess." America took his offering and blew his nose. Singapore cringed when America just threw the used tissue on the floor, but America didn't notice his disgust at all.
Singapore took a step backwards, "Please... never speak to me again, la." Singapore left the American, who was trying to recollect his thoughts.
He wanted the North Korean to be happy, but he doesn't want his help since he hates him. And he wants South Korea to make him happy, but he was just so damn stubborn! Who on earth could make those two be happy... together?
'It has to be the person who is on good terms with the both of them.' He thought about asking Singapore since he had good relations with both of them, but it looks like Singapore had fled the scene already. It looked like he wasn't going to talk to him any time soon. Also China can't. He still won't talk to America for not even paying back a quarter of his debt. 'Who's someone that can get along with North Korea? Everyone but Japan is basically okay with South Korea, so-' Then he hit himself in the head. The solution hit him! 'No wait! The answer was right in front of me all along. It was so obvious!'
His gaze slowly turned to Malaysia.
After the meeting was over and they both rode the train, Malaysia talked as she walked back to her house with North Korea. "You know, I heard of a really good market place that sells stuff cheap and fast." She snapped her fingers. "Just like that."
"Oh like Chinatown?" North Korea awed.
She gaped at his response in horror. "No not Chinatown! More like a black market that's not secretive... or selling illegal stuff like nukes or fireworks."
"Oh darn," North Korea punched the air with his fist. "I was hoping to get some plutonium in Chinatown since my country isn't making as much as we need to nuke the capitalists. Aw." They both reached her rental home, but they didn't go inside it yet.
Malaysia angrily shook the Korean, "IT'S NOT CHINATOWN! I was hoping we could get some dragon fruit and honey dew boba together, but you deserve durian instead!"
"What the hell is durian?"
"Oh you'll find out..." She shot daggers at him. They glared each other down for a moment before laughing. She felt light and airy inside her stomach when she saw North Korea's snickering face. She was in awe from how soft his hair looked, or how his dusty red cheeks complimented his chestnut brown eyes. For a moment, she stopped giggling and admired how alluring he was to her.
It took a while for North Korea to realize he was the only one chuckling. He looked down at her in confusion. "Is something wrong with my face?"
"No it's just that you look very pretty when you smile." She mentally slapped herself in the face when she saw North Korea stare at her with widened eyes. 'Crap... I need to stop thinking out loud'.
"You're joking... right?" He asked in disbelief. She didn't answer but just took a step backwards and hid her face behind her hands.
Malaysia then noticed she was at the front of her door. She shifted her glance towards the ground and blushed at her actions. She opened the door and stepped inside. "W-want to come inside?" She stammered out awkwardly.
"No... I'll just go home. See you later Damia..."
She gulped, "Goodnight Hwan Soo..." She closed the door slowly, observing her friend's uncomfortable gaze on her. The lock clicked under her hold, and her heart beat never ceased. Malaysia stood in front of the door, thinking deep into thought.
'Why would I say that? Now he thinks I'm weird. I mean I complimented him, but he couldn't even accept it!' She began to bite her nails out of habit. 'He really is attractive though. By all means he looks so much better than me... why am I thinking this anyway? I shouldn't think about how handsome my friend is!'
Malaysia loved being around North Korea. She enjoyed his sarcastic remarks and overall pleasant and quiet personality. His presence never made her feel uncomfortable, rather it would feel refreshing. Whenever she got the chance, she would go to him first. She loved being around him, but she always felt like she was embarrassing herself whenever she spoke to him. Why did Malaysia get to talk to this amazing person when she was just average in comparison. But why didn't she care about that at all the same time?
'I'm turning into some clingy high school teenager,' She sighed, putting a hand over her forehead. 'I bet if he knew this, he'd get weirded out!' Malaysia knew how to keep her distance and space, but she had a hard time remembering how to do that with North Korea. In fact, she hasn't seen Indonesia or the Philippines lately because she would spend most of her time with him instead.
She slowly put her hand towards her side and stared at her door thoughtfully. 'Why am I so different because of him now? I don't feel like this with any of my friends. But I don't know why I want to make him especially happy. What the heck does this mean?'
She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat and she didn't hesitate to open the door, secretly hoping in the back of her mind that it was North Korea. But behind the closed entrance was none other than America.
Disappointed yet curious, she pursed her lips and held her chin up high. "What do you want at this hour? It's almost nightfall."
"I have a proposal for you that would make North Korea happy." America put bluntly with a light grin on his face. She almost wanted to slam the door in his face from her crestfallen spirit, but realized what his words meant. What could he do... to make Hwan Soo smile again?
She stepped out of his way, and opened the rest of the door. Her head peeked behind the wooden entrance.
"Come inside and please tell me the rest. I'm in."
Woah I started having writers block when I began this chapter. It was gonna go a completely different route with Singapore as our main star. However, I thought he should be significant to the story in later arcs. I gave the focus to America, since I thought it might be a little interesting. But we're gonna focus on Malaysia next chapter, since she's our heroine after all. This story arc we'll find out about South and North's fallout. The Malaysia and Singapore one though, will be learned MUCH MUCH later. You all just have to keep reading. Sorry!
America: He's an optimistic, oblivious, and energetic person who's obsessed with becoming a hero. Sometimes he gets so into his hero complex, he doesn't notice others distaste towards him. He has high self-esteem and a lot of pride. He cares deeply about all nations, and wants to help them all no matter what it takes! He's so kind, but so selfish sometimes. It can ruin your perspective on him. Now to respond to the reviews *rubs hands together nervously*
NekoRyuuKo: OMFG I DIDN'T READ YOUR REVIEW D: thank you I love your excitement for my story you mean a lot bro.
Understudy Of Becky Two Shoes: Wow I know right? Cuddling is cute. And Hong Kong... poor guy xD why did I make him go through that?
Aki: I'm glad you liked the Singapore cameo! He'll have more random cameos in the near future lol. I liked all the things you said about Singapore, I'll make sure to add those traits to his personality in the future. I imagined him to be a guy who likes to be clean, semi-serious but awkward, he tries to be nice but kind of ignorant. He reminds me of one of my friends! And I think he would be in the group chat, and reads the texts while drinking coffee with a lot of condensed milk. Then he spits out his coffee on this screen.
xXTheLeaderOfTheInsanestClanXx: Wow you have her name? Crazy... also I changed the 4th chapter a bit. I hope I didn't get it too wrong.
Anon: I did remove the chapter to edit it :P
meow: Well keep on reading because there's gonna be more of this story! :D
DragonPancakes673: I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, I worked hard on it.
Please R & R is you enjoyed it, thank you and good day folks.