That Curl
Chapter Five: Korea/China
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, aru.
"What the hell, aru?!" screeched Yao, pointing with a horrified look, at Korea.
"What is it, aniki?" asked Korea. "Did you realize your feelings for me?"
"No, aru! My feelings for you are hatred!" The Chinese man confirmed. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the slightly taller nation's long hair.
"It has a face!"
"What does?"
"Your hair, aru!" He said.
Korea looked at him puzzled. "What? Aninki, you are going crazy." He smiled.
"But your breasts will always belong to Korea!" he yelped, jumping into the pony-tailed nation, groping Yao's non-existent breasts.
"Get off, aru!" Yelled China, trying with no avail to shake the younger nation of him. In desperation, he grabbed Im Soo's hair, not expecting to feel exactly what that motion had made him feel through the fabric of his hangbok.
"A-aniki…" Korea moaned. China smirked. An opening! He successfully flung Korea off, and he landed on the ground, a red-faced mess.
"Ah…"He muttered, seeing how Korea was just dejectedly just laying there.
"Korea?" He asked, bending to see if the younger, but still taller nation was okay.
"Hah!" Yelled Korea, pulling Yao down, on top of him.
"W-What? Let go, aru!" Yelled Yao, struggling.
Korea snickered cheerfully and flipped it so he was on top of China.
A half a hour later, a very happy Korean and a grudgingly satisfied China walked out of the room, China limping a bit.
"I still say it has a face, aru."
"Ahaha, crazy was invented in Korea!"
A/N: Next chapter: Interlude! (Disclaimers where invented in Korea.)