TO EVERYONE WHO READS THIS:.*Sigh* There was so much work to do in those last few weeks/months, I feel like my writing isn´t the best...But thank you for reading anyway :D...
Korea stared at the bulge in his pants.
Oh, great.
Now what was he supposed to do with that?
His thoughts rushed.
He sprinted to the door.
"Just one moment, da-ze!"
Korea made a run for the bathroom. There was only one possibility.
He almost winced at the mere thought, but there was no way around it.
He threw his clothes aside and got in the shower, then he took a deep breath.
Oh Annyeong, you cruel world…
Korea turned the cold water on and WAASFSFGGesgre.
He turned the water back off with a slightly spastic movement.
Over, over, calm down, already over.
As Korea jumped out, dried himself off and put his clothes back on, his curl slowly began changing back from x_x to normal.
Then he sped back to the door.
Bear-man better still be there after what the Asian nation just went through. Korea was curious what he wanted anyway.
He pulled the door open.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"Good afternoon, Korea, umm…Am I visiting in a bad moment? Your hair is wet, and you look, well, a little messy."
Korea put his hand on the back of his head in an embarrassed gesture.
"Ahaha, I was just…washing the dishes…and when I turned the water up, it landed on the underside of a spoon…and it all sputtered in my direction, da-ze."
"Ah. I…I came to apologize…for what happened a few days ago…I think I, umm…overreacted. I´m sorry for making such a fuss."
Korea was stunned.
"So, you do realize that I wasn´t trying to do anything…inappropriate to your bear then?"
"Yes… And France also told me that it was wrong to yell at you like that…And that I should better come here and apologize. "
"Where did you leave your pet today, anyhow?"
There was no polar bear in sight.
"My brother's looking after him right now."
"Who, America?"
"No, France!"
Both of them chuckled. The idea of leaving anything of importance in America's care seemed nuts to both of them.
The man continued, apparently feeling not as uneasy anymore.
"I heard about…the anime. I just wanted to say that you shouldn´t be too sad about it. I´m in it, you know, but nobody ever remembers my name, not even Kumajiro, or they don´t even notice me…I sort of think that I´m just there for…for comic relief. Believe me, it´s not that great." The man looked down.
"Umm, not to seem impolite now, but…" Korea leaned against the door frame.
"I don´t remember your name either, da-ze…"
"I'm Canada. Sometimes I think I would forget it myself if Kumajiro wasn't constantly asking."
Canada, of course.
"I'm actually staying with France right now, since I'm on vacation. But he's almost never at home because he's always on meetings with other Europeans and their bosses…He says they've got to save Greece's economy or something."
"Ah."
Canada started speaking again before Korea could say anything else.
He looked as if his mind was working at full speed, trying to find the right way to squeeze out some incredibly difficult words.
"I j-just wanted to ask you whether you'd like to spend some time in Paris…Sort of as compensation for the trouble I caused you."
"You mean, with you and France?"
"As I said, he's gone most of the time."
"It's just a suggestion", he added quickly.
Korea had expected anything but that.
"I'll think about it."
That was always a good answer.
"O-Okay then. Just call me when you've made up your mind. I don't wanna be late for my flight, so…"
"Sure…Bye then."
"Goodbye."
Korea watched as Canada walked away and closed the door.
The nation who Korea thought hated him wanted to invite him. That needed to sink in first.
Korea struggled long to decide. On one hand, he was interested, Paris sounded exciting and bear-f-, umm, Canada didn't seem so mean after all. On the other hand, it was a possibility that had purely arisen out of Canada's (or France's) politeness, and not because Canada liked him so much.
And Korea wanted anything but to be a nuisance to anyone again and go somewhere where he wasn't wanted.
In the end, China hadn't stopped nagging him about how impolite it would be to decline, how he could possibly let such a chance pass, that the other had made a step towards him and that now he needed to make another one etc…
So it came to be that a few weeks later, Korea and Canada found themselves strolling over the Champs-Élysées.
They had been sightseeing for some hours already, from art museums…
-Look at this, da-ze! Who'd ever be so stupid to put all of the ducts on the outside of his house?
-That´s Le Centre Pompidou, Korea, it´s supposed to be art.
To shopping…
-Woah, so many fancy brands…Brother China produces all of them too, right?
-Korea I d-don't think-
-Why don't you call me Yong Soo?
-Ah, thank you, I'm Matthew…But I don't think that what your brother produces is the real…I mean I don't think they're exactly…the same…
To transportation…
-Hey, where are all of these trains full of people going?
-Back to the banlieues, most of the people who work in Paris live there.
-I wanna see the baeng lee euh too!
-They're too far away and they're not so exciting. If we don't hurry up, I won't be able to show you Nôtre-Dame.
Korea really liked the dynamic of the city. It was only now he realized how much he had really needed a vacation. He looked to his right through the row of trees.
A faint breeze that smelt of muddy river water, a park full of flowers, and various vehicles driving around in the summer heat tickled his dreamy-looking curl.
All the trouble about the anime seemed suddenly far away.
Sometimes he felt really sorry for his twin brother in the North who could never see any of these beautiful things.
When they finally arrived back at France´s house, they were, as expected, alone.
"Hey, I'm gonna get myself a drink. Do you want one too?"
"Oh yes, I'll take whatever you have! Can I switch the TV on?"
"Sure."
Korea took the remote and flipped through the channels. He didn't understand anything they said, but the language certainly had a nice sound to it.
Canada sat down next to Korea.
"I'm glad we get along so well, to be honest."
"Yeah, me too."
"And I'm so sorry for calling you a pervert, really, je suis tellement desolé."
"Oh, stop apologizing, it's all forgotten. Remember, you weren´t the only one who did this. Well, in some ways, I may even…be…a…pervert…But hey! Do you know what China did? He made me read Taoist literature, da-ze! So that I´d change my behavior."
"Taoist…?"
"Something like a philosophy. It's pretty interesting, about the great order of all things and everything…But I don't really know how it's supposed to help me, because there's perverted stuff in it too."
"Really? What kind of perverted stuff?"
"Well…Like, stuff about sex…"
Canada suddenly seemed interested.
Korea wanted to hold himself back from saying anything perverted and upsetting the other one again.
"What did it say?"
Canada's blue eyes glowed as if someone had lit a candle behind them.
"It was about how females exchange energy with men while doing it, and how to do it best. For example, a man should , umm, try to hold his orgasm back as long as possible, because that makes him spill his energy."
Oh god, he hoped he hadn't freaked Canada out with that.
Time for a change of subject.
"Well, Matt, anyone with whom you'd like to do that? Got any crushes?"
"Erm, crushes? Oh, er, no, not right now. You? "
"I think Ukraine is hot. She is, isn't she?"
No matter how hard Yong Soo had tried to sound confident, keeping his eyes glued to the inscription of the can of Coke he got from Canada probably didn't give off the best impression.
"Um, yeah, I guess so. I sort of didn't think…that you were into women."
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"Because you like touching men´s chests…I mean…I…sorry…"
"Hey, stop apologizing! I said it's fine. I do like touching them. And I never said that I wasn't into men, da-ze!"
Korea felt warmer all of a sudden. Why did Canada want to know whether he was into men or not? It made Korea feel strange, but also somehow good.
Just now, Canada had looked so disappointed. If Yong Soo didn´t know any better, he´d think that…
"Hey Matt! Are you upset because I haven't tried to touch yours yet?"
"Uh, what…Upset, I don't know…I think I would have nothing against it…if you touched them…"
Judging by the color of his face, Canada looked like he was about to die from a heart attack, but Korea didn't see.
Before he could prevent it from happening, he had jumped up and struck a victorious pose.
"Mansae! Canada wants me to fondle his manboobs!"
He looked apologetically down at Canada who seemed a little scared.
"Sorry, I always do that. I don't know why…But don't worry, da-ze! I've done this to Japan too, he thought it was absolutely awesome!"
Luckily, Canada didn't have to reply anything to that because Korea slid his hands under Canada's Shirt without hesitation and lightly ran his fingertips upwards over the soft skin.
He was pretty lean, so Korea didn't expect him to actually have such a thing as breasts, but there were indeed two soft fleshy domes he could hold in his hands.
Canada had closed his eyes. When the inside of Korea's palms brushed his nipples, he bit his lip. Korea then rubbed his thumbs lightly over them.
"Hmmm, you are really good at this, Y-Yong Soo… "
"Shouldn't we…g-go upstairs, maybe?"
The two looked at each other breathlessly for a second, and the moment Yong Soo had taken Matthew's outstreched hand, he knew that there was no going back.