==Chapter 3=

North Korea's boot had finally come crashing through South Korea's door. The older brother was left grunting and trembling, but had picked up a stone from the floor to defend himself with. The door now had a large hole, though North Korea was still unable to get it fully open.

"Open this damn door right now!"

The eyes of South Korea trembled very nervously, his stomach growled intensely as well. He was at a much greater disadvantage considering he had been cut off from the kitchen for so long. While North Korea managed to eat what he could, South Korea was left trembling in the corner of his living room—which he now regretted doing. He was hungry and above all, low on morale. If the enraged brother were to successfully make his way into the house, there would be no choice. South Korea would need to surrender and disappear—like many countries.

North Korea dropped to his knees and poked his head through the broken door, his brother could not be seen from this angle, however.

"You best surrender now! I have clearly defeated you!"

With a clear frantic look, South Korea got onto his knees, "Why can't we talk this over!?"

The door was beat on once more, this time, North Korea did so while chuckling—almost like Prussia. "I want to do nothing more than talk this over. But in a way that benefits me, and belittles you."

South Korea sighed and fell back onto his rear. His eyebrows slowly lowered as he shook negatively, unable to comprehend why his younger brother had suddenly decided that a time of violence was to occur. His concentration was shattered as another large pound was made at the door, this time causing the house to shake and the door to crack. North Korea smirked and cracked his knuckles, then combined his kicking with threatening soft pounds.

"This door won't keep me away forever!"

Just after saying this, both Koreas grunted and widened their eyes at the sound of a buzzing. North Korea continued to pound for several moments, but soon turned his head to scan the area. South Korea looked out one of the shattered windows and gasped as well.

A private jet was coming down at an incredible speed, clearly not with the intentions of landing softly. Red, white, and blue stripes ran across the speeding jet, with the title 'Air Force is #1' on the side in slick bold lettering. North Korea's eyes had shot open immensely upon spotting the English letters of the plane. For the first time in nearly one day, North Korea had completely ceased his attack on the South Korean homestead.

"Oh no, it can't be..."

South Korea exhaled in relief, then widened his eyes again, "Wh- why is he not turning on the air brakes!?"

The plane briefly shined as it crossed paths with the sun, and within about a mile from the ground, the plane swooped upward and prepared to land—roughly. North Korea let out an intense gasp and dived down onto the ground, both hands covering the top of his head. A massive gust of wind blew at him as the plane flew over him and finally touched the ground. The plane slid for several meters, every wheel of the plane immediately burned off, then much of the base. Ultimately, the plane had landed straight in-between the two households, but the nose of the plane had dug deep into North Korea's lawn.

Both Koreas were left staring at the plane. South Korea was praying that America hadn't hurt himself due to the boneheaded landing, North Korea was just as concerned—but not for America.

"M- my lawn!"

The door to the plane was suddenly kicked open, and after taking a single step onto North Korea's torn up lawn, America sniffed the air and exhaled with a smile.

"Ha, ha! Now this looks like a battlefield!" he said after looking at the downed plane.

North Korea took a step back while grunting, America was well known to be a much hated figure in the North Korean household; often times, North Korea refused to acknowledge America as a country, but rather, a capitalist empire.

America continued to hold his waist whilst looking into the air. His eyes were closed, and an immense grin was on his face. As he typically viewed himself as the heroic protagonist of all situations—America was waiting for someone to enter him in.

"America! You made it!" South Korea shouted in relief.

The American snapped his fingers and revealed his bright teeth, "There it is..."

North Korea continued to grunt and tremble, completely taken back by the fact that America had taken the time to aid South Korea, when he was needed in so many other places. The communist Korean took another step back and glared as America finally made eye contact with him. Blue eyes to red eyes.

A rock had fallen out from under North Korea's sleeve and into his palm, deep inside, he was scared beyond belief. But he was too prideful to admit it. I've heard the stories, of how this man changed the tide of any war he entered... America narrowed his eyebrows at him and smirked hostilely. As long as America picked a side, the other side always fell doomed to inevitable defeat. But this time he's alone, could I be the one to defeat him..? After contemplating about this, North Korea had become more excited. The thought of single handedly defeating America was a dream many countries had, and North Korea felt as though he had a good chance. If I defeat America, the world will truly view me as the truest Korea. No, not just as True Korea; they'd view me as a superpower...

After slamming his foot into the ground, North Korea launched forward and chucked a stone straight for America, who remained perfectly still with a challenging smirk. Both men smirked, but America was the only one to retain the smirk seconds later. Just before the rock could strike him across the face, he had pulled out a baseball glove from behind his back and caught it. North Korea grunted loudly and widened his eyes.

"Strike one, dude!"

North Korea remained still with a trembling stance, he gulped and brought another stone into his hand. America beat his fist into the glove and nodded. North Korea constantly looked up and down at America, then again, chucked a stone. This time the stone went straight for America's crotch, but again, America caught it without a struggle.

"Wow! Really? A crotch shot? Weak."

"Shut. Up."

America laughed loudly, "Oh man, you're so mad!"

"I said, shut up!" the Korean responded after throwing a third stone.

The stone was caught, and only a yawn was returned to the Korean, "Alright, that's three strikes."

America dropped the glove and picked up one of the tossed stones. With a smirk, he took aim at his enemy, who was now clearly trembling in shock. South Korea was completely amazed by America's style of warfare; rather than taking an aggressive stance, like his brother, America used a style of mixed humor and aggression. North Korea had another stone in his hand, but was practically stunned in horror, as if he were wrestling a bear.

America locked the stone back behind his head as he prepared to throw, "Better run, dude! Cause I'm about to throw a ball like Tony Romo!" he lowered his eyelids with puckered lips, "Except I'm not gonna suck."

North Korea narrowed his eyes and held his hand out, prepared to catch the stone like his rival had just been doing. The stone was thrown, but was too fast to block. He had been hit straight across the face and knocked to the ground by the immense force of the stone. The Korean remained on the ground with dizzy eyes, still trying to get over what had just happened.

Finally, South Korea opened his door with a stone in his hand as well. Just as he prepared to sit up, he was pelted in the head by his brother. He growled in response and turned his head, but was then knocked down again by an All-American hit to the head.

"Ouch! Gah!"

America chucked the final stone across his chin, but his brother continued to rain down much lighter hits. South Korea lacked the strength that America held, along with the brutal nature. America was a very laid back person in all cases, even in war, but regardless, packed serious heat.

The downed Korean got onto his knees and quickly began to crawl to his own property. America cracked his knuckles and grinned, "Hey, come on! I just got here, don't run!"

North Korea gasped and immediately ran back to his own house, where he would need to quickly fortify his door with tables, desks, and other heavy pieces of equipment. North Korea knew exactly how to prepare for an American attack, because America would naturally bring more to the table than mere door kicking.

Having gone inside of the plane and back out, America revved up a massive chainsaw and grinned strongly, "Welp! We'll just have to cut that door down, then!"

South Korea quickly approached America, "Uh, excuse me, but we won't be using that on my brother, will we?"

The chainsaw was running, but regardless, America held onto it with only one hand and lowered it so that he could pat his ally on the head. "Nah, we're just going to saw down that door!"

The two walked together towards North Korea's house. The general thinking was that he would surrender after seeing the chainsaw, where the table would turn and leave North Korea the one to disappear, while South Korea would become Korea.

Just before walking up to North Korea's doorstep, South Korea stopped to look down at his brother's dead garden. America continued forward, but South Korea remained standing with somewhat of a sympathetic expression. The dead flowers were heartbreaking for him, as he too, had a garden he loved. Part of him wondered if North Korea shared the same fascination, or just wanted to have a better garden than his brother. Regardless of his intentions, the two were at war, and thus there was no time for sympathy.

He continued over to America, who had now begun to saw through the door. As expected, there were many desks and drawers already put against the door to slow down America's breaching progress.

Meanwhile in Paris, the young Sealand remained seated on a bench within NATO headquarters. There was another meeting taking place that had been initiated by France. The general fear was that a civil war between North and South Vietnam could soon occur—and South Vietnam had friendly relations with France; while North Vietnam was beginning to lean towards China. With England absent from the meeting, Sealand was hoping to have gotten a seat in the meeting. But alas, he wasn't being recognized as a member, thus not allowed into the conference room.

He sat kicking his feet back and forth constantly, then pouted. Why does no one understand the significance of Sealand and what I can bring to NATO..? Just as he pondered about this, France had walked by. The young boy gasped and widened his eyes, then hopped up onto his feet to pursue him.

"H- hey, France! Wait up!"

France came to a stop and lowered his eyebrows in confusion, "Yes, hello?" he turned, then grunted and raised his lower eyelids after spotting the young country, "Oh, it's, u-uh, Luxembourg."

Sealand came to a stop and put on a surprised face, "Luxem- no! It's Sealand!"

The Frenchman puckered his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Sea-who?"

"Sealand! My name is Sealand, gosh darn it!"

France appeared only more confused by the moment. He tilted his head and scratched his chin, "Sealand? What kind of name is that?"

The boy brightly smiled and raised his finger, "Well, it's quite simple, but clever! You see, I am technically considered an island, hence the name Sealand."

"Oh..."

Sealand put his hands together and brightly smiled, "Oh please, sir, I would very much like to be a member of NATO and fight communism! I may be small, but I have a big heart and can bring a lot more to the table than you might think!"

France smiled with a feeling of awkwardness, then began to toy around with his long gold hair, "Um-m, well, we really don't need more help..."

With a frown, Sealand held up a Help Wanted poster, "B- b- but I found this poster that seeks volunteers!"

"Oh, but that's an outdated poster. Probably years old for all we know."

"But these posters are everywhere!"

"We are no longer looking for members."

Sealand forced the poster closer to his face, thus invoking a grunt, "B- but it says you need all the help you can get!"

France rolled his eyes and rubbed his chin, "Um-m, um, uh..." he closed his eyes and smiled brightly, then reached into his pocket, "Oh! But what is this?"

Sealand raised an eyebrow at him, then was faced with a plastic card. France chuckled loudly and waved it around his face. "Is it a membership card?"

"No, but it is a five dollar gift card to the toy store!"

He grabbed the card, but lowered his eyebrows in confusion, "Wait, this isn't for a toy store. This is for some kind of bar..." he squinted at the card and stuck his tongue out, "Well then, what would cats be doing at a bar..?"

Immediately, France swiped the card out of his hand and handed him the correct gift card. He let out a high pitched nervous chuckle and began walking away.

"N- now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to work. Have fun..."

Sealand looked up at France after grunting, then back at the card. After France disappeared, Sealand shook his fist and growled in frustration. "While I may be thankful for the gift, I am outraged by this..." he turned towards the door and marched off in a fury, "One way or another, I'm going to take part in this Cold War!"

Later that day, America continued to saw into North Korea's house. The door had been cut down, but he was still working on cutting through the various furniture that had been placed behind it. South Korea remained leaning against the wall of his brother's house, thinking about what he had been through up to this point in time.

"I wonder if I'm ready to take on the challenge of becoming a unified Korea..."

America turned his head while sawing, but was unable to hear his ally over the loud buzzing, "What was that!?" he shouted over the buzzing.

Turning his head had revealed something, though. South Korea didn't notice, but England had now made his way up to the two. The Englishman was fairly irritated at many things, but primarily the obvious.

"What the bloody Hell is all of that back there!?"

"All of what!?"

England swung his hand back at the plane with a glare, America raised an eyebrow, but then smirked, "Oh! Couldn't figure out how to land, so I just crashed it!"

"Clearly!" he shouted back angrily.

South Korea looked back and forth between the two, England was someone he had only met few times—but never directly. The plane was one thing England was upset about, but was just as irritated by another thing America had—or was doing.

"And what on Earth are you doing with that chainsaw!?"

America turned his head again, but everyone's eyes had widened within seconds as a loud snapping noise was sounded. The chainsaw's belt of teeth had finally snapped, but fortunately went flying forward into the house. Realizing that the tool was now broken, America turned it off and groaned.

"Aw man!" he turned and glared at England, "Well, I was tearing through this twerp's defense, but I guess I'm just gonna have to win this war another way!"

America cracked his knuckles, but was then grabbed by the shoulders. For once, America gasped in fear of England, who now faced him with an enraged expression.

"What are you, nuts!? We can't just intimidate our enemy with a chainsaw, keep in mind, we're supposed to be the good guys, and not even Russia fights with a God damn chainsaw!"

America glared as well, then shoved him aside, "Dude, you never win a war, why should I listen to you?"

"I have won many wars! You just like taking all the credit!"

England had shoved America, who then shoved England back like an angered child, "A movie has one protagonist, and I've been the protagonist of all great wars!"

The two grabbed each other hostilely and proceeded to growl like dogs, but as they did so, America's lip began to quiver. South Korea raised an eyebrow, and within a second, America stopped growling and proceeded to laugh. England continued to growl, but soon sighed and closed his eyes.

"Oh, there's no rhyme or reason to you..."

America turned towards the door again and nodded, "Well, let's get this door down!"

Both America and England began to kick on the door in unison, and after England had calmed down more, he was ready to get briefed on the situation.

"So where is North Korea, anyhow?"

America tapped his chin and hummed, "Hm, well, he has been very quiet..."

South Korea rubbed the back of his head, "Maybe we should open up negotiations now? He must be very frightened after such an experience."

"Nonsense," England responded. "Not only has he tried to invade you, but he also risks starting up World War III right here. He needs to be locked away."

America nodded, "Then we can make a video game about the Korean War."

"One thing at a time, America..."

The two were finally making progress with their kicking, as a gap had finally been opened between the furniture and kitchen. But just as America grabbed into the cabinet that blocked their way, a very loud whistle came from the hills. All three allies gasped with wide eyes.

South Korea looked up towards the hills, then widened his eyes and gasped, "Oh no..."

America and England stepped away from the door to face the hills as well, both then grunted. England appeared more concerned than America, but both were shocked, regardless.

Atop of the hills stood two men. North Korea stood with his arms crossed and a proud smirk on his face, beside him, was his trusted ally. Wearing a long dark green coat with red medals and black buttons, was the dark haired ally of North Korea—and his only friend. A sword was holstered beside his waist. Unfortunately for the three allies, a very angry look was present on the face of the man.

"America, England!" China shouted hostilely.

England took a step back and grunted, "Oh, blimey, it's China..."

America was shocked by this, but only became angry upon spotting North Korea—who had somehow escaped the siege on his house. America stepped forward and cupped his hand over his mouth.

"Yo, NK, how did you get up there!?" he shouted loudly.

North Korea chuckled, "I took my secret underground tunnel to China..."

America, England, and South Korea all sighed and snapped their fingers. England closed his eyes, "Damn, I forgot that he has those..."

China swung his finger forth and barred his teeth down, "You attack my friend, unforgivable!"

England immediately broke down into a sweat and shook his hands back and forth, "No, no, no, no. You have it all wrong, he started this war; we're the defenders!"

"If you are the defenders, why do you seek to remove North Korea?"

America slammed his foot down, "He's a criminal!"

North Korea crossed his arms and closed his eyes, "I am no criminal, I am a mere Gardner who was minding my own business..."

South Korea walked in-between his allies and pointed up at his brother, "Lies! You attacked me for no reason!"

"You are the liar! Very typical thing for False Korea to say!"

England sighed and grabbed South Korea by the shoulder, "Look, China, let's not make a thing out of this. Let's just penalize North Korea some acres of land and call things square..."

China crossed his arms and shook negatively, "Too late! You have attacked my friend and must now pay!" he turned his attention towards America and narrowed his eyes, "Especially you! Where is my money!?"

America groaned and swished his hand, "God, the dude never leaves me alone about that debt..."

China cracked his knuckles and nodded fiercely at the three, "Prepare yourself, I will return tomorrow riding the Dragon of War..."

With this being said, China and North Korea turned around and went back down the hills. Now out of sight, England and America were left speechless. Soon, America hummed and rubbed his chin curiously.

"He's bringing a dragon. Guess we better go find a sword and suit of armor..."

England slowly turned his head and growled, then smacked America against the head with two fingers, "Stop joking around for once, we're in big trouble..."

"Call NATO?"

"Of course not, we're now on the border of World War III, let's not voluntarily cross it."

South Korea bit on his finger nervously, "What do we do?"

England spun around and pat his back, "Go and rest, we're going to need it..."

America nodded and threw off his jacket and shirt, his muscles glimmered as he walked toward the crashed plane, "And I'm going to go fix the plane."

"Yo- yo- wha-" England stomped his foot down, "You can't fix it! It's several meters dug into the ground!"

America bent over and picked up one of the dismembered wings, England gasped and dropped his arms in absolute shock by America's strength.

"Dude, we're going to need, a lot, of duct tape."

To be continued...