Well, I apologize for not updating sooner, but it is near impossible to get on the darn computer lately. My mother is under the impression I am a criminal who will stop at nothing to tube out or some crap like that....
I don't own Hetalia!
Russia hummed happily as Lithuania and Latvia lugged South Korea between them. It never ceased to astonish Lithuania that Russia could take things like hammers hitting him on the head without getting knocked out. Right now, the vodka-loving country had a goose egg the size of Georgia but he didn't seem bothered by it at all.
"We're home!" The chillingly cheerful voice rang out as they entered Russia's house, causing Estonia to drop something glass in the kitchen. Latvia flinched at the shattering noise.
"S-sorry, sir!" Estonia said, coming out from the kitchen. Russia just grinned at him. "And how is Slovakia doing?"
Estonia shrugged. "She hasn't really moved since you left."
A moan from the couch gave testament to Estonia's statement, as Slovakia lifted her head, trying to see what was going on now. Russia waved to the pair holding South Korea. "Put him in a chair or something." The two were more than happy to comply, and promptly set him up in a chair.
"What now?" Lithuania asked almost fearfully, wondering what their crazy leader would want to do next.
"Hmm. I suppose now you can make dinner." Russia said, leaning back in the only remaining empty chair. Lithuania just nodded with relief, grabbing Latvia's arm and hurrying to the kitchen. Estonia was quick to follow, not wanting to be left alone with Russia.
Russia chuckled, watching them scurry from his presence. It certainly would be interesting with two new members....
A sudden banging on the door forced him up from his chair to answer. He peered through the peephole, and smiled. He had kind of expected this, after all.
"Yes, North Korea?" He said sweetly as he opened the door. The shorter Asian nation came in, huffing angrily. He jabbed a finger at him furiously. "How dare you!! South Korea was mine!"
Russia chuckled. This was partially why he liked the much smaller nation so much. "Well, I didn't see a 'Property of North Korea' signs anywhere, so I figured he was up for grabs." He smirked at the end of the sentence, infuriating the other natin further.
"I want him back, to make a bigger and more powerful Korea!" North Korea shouted back, clenching his fists. Russia raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't really seem fair for me to do so much work and for you to get the prize," he said a sad tone, a glint in his eye. He smiled. "Maybe you could do something for me in return for him, da?"
North Korea glared, muttering under his breath. "Like what?" he finally snapped, seeming really annoyed with the power the taller nation held over him.
Russia shrugged. "What can a small nation like you do for me?"
With a roll of his eyes, North Korea replied, "I have lots of resources. We can make a trading agreement so you can further your military developement."
Russia smiled that eerily cheerful smile again. "See, I knew you'd think of something. You're smart like that, da?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just take me to my brother already!" North Korea snapped impatiently. Russia chuckled, but led him into the living room. There, curled on the chair, was South Korea. He was a royal mess, but it's not like North Korea had never seen him like that before. He reached over, shaking his brother's arm.
"We're going home now, South. Come on already." South Korea's eyes barely seemed able to force themselves open, but when they did, they filled with dread.
"I.. d'n wan..." he managed to mumble though a swollen face. North Korea pulled him up into his arms, despite the others mumbled protests and feeble attempts to wriggle free.
Just then, however, there was a banging on the door. Russia went over, smiling cheerfully for the visitor.
The door almost slammed open before Russia could reach it. "The hero has arrived! Let South Korea go!" Russia chuckled. "I already did, back into the care of his elder brother. You can go now, unless you'd like some tea?"
America blinked, processing the information. He almost started shouting again, but North Korea cut him off. "I've got rockets pointed at you. Your business here is finished."
South Korea looked at him pleadingly, almost begging him to save him. America groaned, realising he'd only secured permission to rescue South Korea from Russia, not North Korea. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "I will be back!" he promised, as he turned and ran back out the door.
South Korea let out a horrified cry, his hand stretching out in the direction America had just left. North Korea looked grimly down at him, knowing it would take a lot to whip his brother into shape.
Russia smiled as North Korea left, taking South Korea with him. He loved it when he thwarted America. He turned to his giant map. Now, who should be next? Surely Slovakia would feel like a lonely new kid without South Korea, after all.....
