I'm up with another chapter, woot! Ended up with a power outage, so what better time to work than right now.
Note for Adventures in Hetalia: the chapters for this may be more spread out and the story may go on a hiatus for a short time, though I plan on working on it again soon.
P.S.: The Guatemala used here is an OC that I think would be a girl with long brown hair and is usually nice, but can have the temperament of Mexico if provoked. Also, she likes teasing people… a lot.
I don't own anything other than the plot and these kids the nations will have.
The next morning, after a very long night, South Korea and America were driving to the world meeting being held in New York City. If he had another way to get to the meeting, he would have taken it. The Korean was still very much pissed with the American, and the other was just as much so. They refused to look at the each other, and only a few yawns passed between them.
As the parking garage grew closer, South Korea was sensing more and more relief that he would finally be away from this person soon. America, still feeling angry and concerned, drove into his usual parking spot, nearest the elevator.
Usually, when they were about to separate and go about their nation business, they would at least kiss and later have lunch together. As soon, as he parked the car, South Korea was out like a flash with his briefcase and walked towards the elevator without a second glance. America didn't try to follow, knowing all too well that the close proximity was already racking their nerves.
South Korea was leaning in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the 20th floor. He put a hand to his abdomen, as if he needed something to remind him that this wasn't a dream. He sighed in annoyance and agitation. As the elevator opened up to the desired floor, he exited swiftly, though he continued to walk in the general direction of where the meeting room was to be held, not really caring if he needed to drop his stuff off or not.
When he finally made it to the meeting room and settled his stuff down, a voice greeted him. "I'm guessing yesterday didn't get better?"
Slightly startled, the Korean turned to his right and, a couple of seats down, Japan had organized his paperwork and presentation he was going to give during the meeting.
Sensing no threat, South Korea calmed slightly, then fired up again when he decided to recount what had happened. "He is such a fucking ass! He dragged me out of the room and we had another yelling match, which I then punched him in the face! He deserves it the little prick!"
Japan sighed at his "brother's" swearing and agitation. "I see."
All was sort of calm between the two, that is, until another nation joined the duo. North Korea simply tossed his stuff over to his seat and started walking out. The younger Korean starred at his older brother for a little bit, before he noticed that the other's shirt collar was ajar, exposing the shoulder a bit. He noticed the skin was slightly black and blue, like a bruise, though he was dismissing it as a love bite from the Russian.
North Korea quickly saw that his twin was staring at his shoulder, then quickly pulled the collar over. "What are you looking at?" He quickly stated with irritation and left the room.
Japan cleared his throat and spoke, "Well, seems he's his normal self."
South shrugged, and worked on getting prepared for the meeting. He wondered if Japan saw the same thing he did, and a quick look at the other's eyes showed a hint of worry, confirming his thoughts. Though he couldn't be bothered with that right now, since more nations were starting to pour in.
All he could think about was he's happy that he didn't have to sit next to America during the meeting.
Halfway during the meeting…
The nations decided for a lunch break once noon struck. Many nations chatted amongst each other, making lunch plans and deciding where to eat, and others took out their packed lunches. South Korea walked out of the room, planning on just getting something from the cafeteria and finding a place to mellow out. The meeting was mostly unproductive as usual, only add in the tension of the communists and capitalists in the same room and America constantly looking at him during the meeting, which only aggravated him more. Furthermore, it seemed not only was he pregnant, but another couple were thinking about having a child, too, Guatemala and Mexico. To top it all off, most of the nations weren't agreeing or refused to.
As he exited the meeting room, he was greeted by a distinguishable European voice. "Bonjour, mon ami! You want to get lunch?"
The Korean turned around to notice France was walking towards him, with a small smile on his face. He was followed by two other nations, Ireland and Scotland, who appeared to be going as well. He may have not known the other two nations for long, but he knew that they are good nations, well one being a semi-nation, and are usually calm. Well, unless they had alcohol, or England was pissing them off.
The Korean sighed slightly, and gave a small, fake smile, "Sure, daze. I need a break anyways."
France, ever the joker, stated, "Ohonon, did you and Amerique have a fight?"
South Korea's face contorted into a grim look, causing France and the other two nations to sense a disturbance within their, or at least France's, usual happy-go-lucky friend.
France leaned in slightly, "Was it serious?"
The smaller nation sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's hard to explain."
Sensing they shouldn't push him, they had him tag along towards the cafeteria. The cafeteria was relatively modern with a lot of space. The group took a window booth near a relatively less packed area with their meals. Each had something that would be found in their home countries, with the exception of France and Scotland, the former having a salad and the latter having something akin to English food like fish n' chips, only much better cooked.
Our fellow Korean had told the trio of what had occurred over the past couple of days. France was in slight shock, while the other two were both shocked and disgusted by the American's antics.
France clicked his tongue, "Well, now this is a pickle, non?"
South held his head in his hand with a lost look on his face. "I really don't know what to do… You have any ideas?"
France raised an eyebrow at the Asian, "Qu'est-ce que voulez-vous dire?"
Realizing that the Korean couldn't speak fluent French, Scotland stepped in, "He's askin' what do ya mean."
"Well…" started the Korean unsurely, "What is your position on this? Kind of like… who do you agree with?"
France was quiet for a while, almost ten minutes. The others took it as a time he needed to think, so they continued with their lunch. South noticed that, on occasion, France would eat, but in a way that made you think that he was doing it unconsciously. He could have even sworn he saw a tear fall down his face.
Noting the time on the cafeteria clock, South Korea cleared his throat to catch France's attention. It didn't work, since the Frenchman was staring out into the ocean and in his own world. Scotland had to tap him on the shoulder to gain his attention.
"Yar friend needs ta go soon." Scotland's accent was thick, and it seemed that very few people could understand what he was saying.
France blinked a couple of times, as if he was spooked. He gave a small smile before speaking, "I can't say I agree with Amerique, mais mon ami, I must warn you, taking care of a child is no easy task, and being a nation doesn't make it easier. Sure schooling and other issues would usually be provided by the government, but what really matters is if you have the time to really be there for them. With or without Amerique, you need to give a child a lot of love and time."
South Korea slowly nodded in acknowledgement. Ireland spoke up, with his accent mostly covered up, "Oi think that it's your choice."
"Aye, here too." Scotland piped up slightly.
South Korea smiled slightly. The clock signaled that he needed to go soon, and he thanked the nations for lunch. "나중에 보자."
Ireland and Scotland waved goodbye, while France nodded. As soon as the Korean was out of eyesight, Ireland and Scotland exchanged a look of concern before Ireland spoke to France, "You were thinking about Marie-Ann, weren't you?"
France gave a sad sigh, "Oui."
Scotland put a hand on the other's shoulder, slightly showing a wedding band. They were married once before during the alliance, and had remarried at the end of World War 2. "Francis… I know it's hard…"
"Alasdair…" France used his first name to gain his attention quickly, "I haven't seen her since the first World War began, I don't know if she's still out there or not."
Scotland clasped the Frenchman's hand in his, and Ireland was on the other side of France slowly patting his back. France had a hand over his eyes, but a few stray tears managed to get away.
Later over at the meeting room…
North Korea was casually talking to Vietnam, who was holding her son, Xuwicha (*), since she couldn't find a baby sitter. As he was talking to her, Russia came up and, not so gently, squeezed his rear, causing him to flush a deep red. He glared his hardest at the Russian, which looked sexier than what he wanted. Russia simply smirked at him, with a little bit of a sadistic feel, and walked away.
Vietnam sensed the tension between the two and decided to pipe up, "Did something happen between you two?"
North Korea gave a nonchalant response, "Maybe he's just fussy because he hasn't been getting what he wants from me."
Vietnam chuckled, and said teasingly, "Right, I didn't know you started denying him sex, much less you were able to hold yourself back."
North Korea's blush, which had previously disappeared, flared back up and he started stuttering a response that ended up as just sounds.
Down the hall came a voice, "Vietnam!"
Vietnam turned around and noticed Thailand walking towards them. North Korea waved her off and started walking down the hall. He briefly turned around to see the little family together with smiles on their faces and the little one year-old toddler. He always liked children, mostly because they reminded him about the innocence that he used to have growing up, before he realized what being a nation meant.
He continued down the hall, only to be yanked into a nearby utilities closet. The Asian nation started throwing punches at his assailant. He stopped when he heard a familiar Russian accent, "Calm down, da."
Sensing his boyfriend was there, the Korean calmed down slightly, though was still on edge from last night. "Damn it, Ivan, don't scare me like that."
He tried pushing the Russian away, but Russia pushed him up against the wall and started kissing his neck. North Korea gasped at the feeling, and tried again to push him away. Russia's eyes narrowed and he pushed the shorter man against the wall again with more force.
North Korea realized that he was treading a dangerous line, but slowly tried to reason with the monster that was starting to take over his beloved Russian. "Look, Ivan, I know you want to, but I don't want anyone walking in on us, especially that capitalist pig, okay? Maybe tonight at the hotel?"
Russia appeared to have taken consideration, and North Korea thought he had gotten through to him. However, the cold, steely gaze returned to the Russian's face. He grabbed the shorter man's face and slammed his head into the wall, then he grabbed the man's braid and yanked on it to bring the other's face back up.
Pain seared throughout the Korean's head and tears stung his eyes. He looked back up at his boyfriend, against his will, with distinct fear. The Russian leaned in close, "Pets should be obedient."
North could feel the fear rising in his chest, but for his sake he remained still and let the Russian have his way. Russia moved back to the neck and, on the opposite side of the bruised shoulder, left a large bite. Note that this was not a hickey, but a bite, a very large, blood drawing bite. North Korea whimpered at the ministrations, but didn't move a muscle, knowing if he did he would be hurt worse.
All North Korea could think was this: Just let him have what he wants. It will get better. There's still hope.
Well, I tried making this a medium length chapter.
I decided I may dedicate a chapter to Marie-Ann and France because I know of a perfect way to end this story and it would involve them. Also, I want to bring in two other children, one from Cameroon and Kenya, the other from Hungary and Austria. So look forward to hearing their stories as well.
About Xuwicha, he is the son of Thailand and Vietnam, and his name means "excellent education." I picture him to be slightly nerdy when he is older, though a very intelligent, and caring young man.
The Korean used in this simply means "See you later."
Also, wishing to note this: This is not what I think Russia is like all the time. I only show him like this because I'm trying to have you guys view my way of Russia without spoiling the story (the reason why he is like this will be explained much later in the story).
I hope you liked it and review if you can. I know it takes a small time to do it but I know you people have lives and can't always review.
