This is kinda filler, but I'm writing fairly quickly.
I still own nothing.
America was thrilled to hear that Korea had agreed to give him a tour. Even so, the mood of the makeshift meeting became somber when Japan told them about what he had seen Korea doing.
The Asian wasn't present. Which may have been for the best.
"At present, I believe it may be for the best that we not let Korea-san know what we've been talking about," Japan said as the room quieted down.
It had been shocking to all of them, the happy-go-lucky Asian wasn't so happy-go-lucky after all.
"Since when did he even have a sword that big aru?"
Japan was familiar with swords that size. Very familiar.
"I am aware that Admiral Yi Sun Shin had two swords of about the same size. Korea-san probably got his at about that time."
Japan actually hadn't seen a lot of Korea during that war. He was rather preoccupied.
Korea was taking a hot shower. They made him feel better, and he needed that with Japan's unannounced intrusion and the useless meeting.
He did his best to ignore the scars that laced his body, after all, they all had scars like that.
Some scars looked cool, his didn't. It was torn flesh that never healed quite right, flesh that had been ripped off, reminders of his war with his brother, reminders of what had been done to the both of them.
He paid them no mind. Those times had passed and it was best to regard them as such. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Quickly drying off, he grabbed the change of clothes he brought into the bathroom with him.
He ought to do something fun, something that would make him happier. He'd go out, maybe do some karaoke. He'd probably buy some sweets while he was at it, sweets always made him feel better.
He quickly pulled on his clothes, a blue shirt with english nonsense and a picture of a cat on it, and a pair of jeans. It wasn't the most masculine shirt, but goddamn it was cute. He needed that right now.
Pyeongtaek, he'd go to Pyeongtaek. It wasn't the biggest city he had, but it was fairly nice. And it had great street vendors and adorable socks, that was always nice.
Yeah. He'd do that. He'd go to Pyeongtaek, buy some food from street vendors, do karaoke, get some cute socks, and go to stationary stores and stuff. It'd be perfect for taking his mind off things.
Maybe then he'd feel a bit less murderous.
KoreanMagpie: Short and pretty useless, I know. But I felt like this had to be written.