((More bad Asia-ness. I'm sorry. This is for mimi-chan and ailing-chan with her OC making a cameo!))

South Korea bounded into the room, his large sleeves puffing as he jiangshi-hopped into the living room.

"Yooooo~" he called, "It is meeee, the origin of all things, da ze!"

"Sup, Soo," said the usually-snarky teen Hong Kong, who was flipping through a magazine advertising firecrackers.

Before Korea could toss out a good teasing comeback, he noticed that the house seemed oddly empty. "Hey, Hong Kong. Where's Aniki?" It was rare that the feminine-looking immortal nation wasn't around at such early hours.

"Out," replied Hong Kong, not looking up. "He's seeing his boss."

"You mean that dragon that bears a striking resemblance to Shenron?"

"Yep."

"Hmm." Korea wondered what he should do now. "Do you wanna go bug Thailand?"

"He can't be bugged. You know that, Sir Everything-Originates-in-Me."

"What about Vietnam?"

Hong Kong gave Korea that "you-really-must-be-suicidal" look.

"Japan? Please, can we bug Japan?"

"He's training with the Axis, remember?"

Before Korea could ask about someone else, he asked suspiciously, "Hold the phone. How do you know what everyone is doing right now?"

Hong Kong didn't look up from his magazine, but Korea could see the smirk on his face. "One, you know I'm way more, like, observant than you, and two, let's just say I have my ways, Kimchi Boy."

Korea wished that he could read Hong Kong's thoughts, but he couldn't, so he'd have to keep feeling suspicious. "What about Taiwan?"

"Went out shopping."

Korea huffed. No way of entertainment! What could he do?

He had an idea.

Korea snapped his fingers and bounced towards the door. "Later, Hong!"

Hong Kong looked up. "Dare I ask where you're going, squire?" he asked, his British accent on.

"To go...do something with...someone. See you, da ze!" Korea took that as a chance to run out and slam the door behind him, leaving a slightly bewildered Hong Kong behind.

Hetalia, da ze!

Korea found himself at the grand Chinese temple, gazing at it with a smarmy expression. If China wasn't home, he was going to China. Which made him rethink that sentence after seeing how little sense it made.

Tiptoeing lightly, he sneaked towards the doors of the temple and opened them, hoping they wouldn't creak.

Lucky for him, they didn't.

Korea went inside and tried to remember where China usually went to, until he accidentally found himself at that particular room.

He opened the door a crack, and China's voice floated out.

"So, I was thinking that if we trade with them, we can knock Opium-jerk off the market with our goods, aru!" Korea heard China say.

"That is a very good idea," said another voice, which Korea had recognized to be China's boss.

Very carefully, Korea slid his head in the slightest bit, so he could see the two better.

But, his luck went down the toilet and the door creaked.

China and his boss looked up and saw the shivering haircurl with a frightened face on it sticking out from behind the door.

"Is that an intruder?"

"No. It's that Korean imbecile, aru." And with that, China stomped over and yanked the curl.

"YOW!" Korea shrieked, but then he was met with China's angry face. China stood up and said, "We'll continue later."

"Sure," said China's boss.

And China dragged Korea home by his collar, not amused at all.

Hetalia, aru!

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, ARU?!"

"I'm sorry!"

"CAN'T I LEAVE YOU AT HOME WITHOUT YOU ACTING LIKE A DORK, ARU?!"

"It was a stupid idea, da ze! I'm sorry!"

This was the scene following China taking Korea home, and was in a terrible mood because of the ordeal. Korea admitted to the sheer stupidity of sneaking up on him, as Hong Kong smirked from behind his magazine.

"I'm sorry, anikiiiii!"

"Not enough, aru! I don't care if you're older now, you're grounded, aru! Got that? Grounded!"

"Aw, come on!"

Unbeknownst to the Asians, two girls watched the unfolding chaos from the window, one brunette and one black-haired.

"Looks like Yong Soo did something stupid again," said the black-haired one, New Orleans.

"Yep," said the brunette, Malaysia. "Maybe we should come back later."

"Yeah, China won't be in a good mood for a while."

((I know, this was dorky. Review, please.))