((OMG, ALMOST 700 VIEWS?! WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?!

Thank you, guys, for sticking around and laughing at the crack I so often produce! You guys make me feel so motivated!

Anyway, a plot for this has stuck in my head for a while and I finally got to write it. Enjoy!))

"Hey," said Hong Kong, walking into the house with the groceries.

"Ni hao, aru," said China, paying more attention to what was on TV.

"Hi, Hong!" Taiwan's voice echoed from her room.

Hong Kong settled everything on the dining table, and then took out a large box. He held it up. "Japan let me have these when I was on my way home."

Everyone (Taiwan poked her head out of her bedroom) looked up to see the box.

"Ramune soda?"

Hong Kong nodded. "I'll put them away for now."

"Kay!" called Taiwan.

And with that, the day continued on like normal.

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Until the next day.

China was sleeping peacefully in his bed, his hair spread out over his pillow.

Suddenly, China felt a mass starting to crawl on him. It was heavy, too. China, getting uncomfortable, finally opened his eyes.

And saw a pair of big, dark brown ones staring back. "Good mooooorning, aniki."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!"

First instinct: China pushed the heavy thing off him even when he could tell it was larger than himself. He sat up immediately and found a slightly disoriented South Korea on the floor. "Aiyaa! What did I tell you about waking me up early, aru?!"

Korea sprang back up in a half-second. "Because! I wanna play and do stuff today early, da ze!" He was bouncing up and down, making his sleeves flap.

"Uh...what's wrong with you, aru?"

"I'm reeeeeeeeeally excited today! Now let's play, da ze! Playplayplayplayplayplayplay-OOH LOOK, HONG KONG'S UP!" He dashed out of the room with an "URI NARA MANSAE!"

For a minute, China sat there, his brain trying to process what just happened here. "Where did I go wrong, aru?"

Hetalia, da ze!

Hong Kong had gotten up to see what the noise was when a near-6-foot-tall, heavy Korean came flying at him at 80 miles an hour. "MANSAE~~!"

POOM.

"Hong Kong's up! Hong Kong's up! Hong Kong's up, da zeeeeee!" Korea sang, nearly crushing Hong Kong's ribs from the way he was hugging him.

"Get OFF, you idiot!" Hong Kong yelled, trying to get out of Korea's grasp.

Taiwan, rubbing her eyes, poked her head out of her bedroom door. "What's all the racket?"

Korea looked up, a new glomping target ready. Letting go of Hong Kong, he screeched, "TAIWAN'S UP, DA ZE!" and ran over to ram himself into her, too (and nearly stepping on Hong Kong's chest in the process).

"Ahhhhh!" Taiwan saw the incoming danger but Korea had her pinned the floor in no time. "Mansae, mansae!"

China stomped into the room, looked sympathetically at the groaning Hong Kong on the floor and then went over to get the hyperactive Korean off Taiwan.

"STOP IT, aru!" China shouted, yanking Korea off the girl by the collar. "What in the world has gotten into you, aru?!"

"Uh...guys?"

"What?" China asked, but when he saw, he dropped Korea like a bag of rocks.

In front of the fridge were a bunch of empty bottles of ramune soda.

China facepalmed. "See?! THIS is why we can't leave sugar in easy reach of this weirdo, aru!" He glared at Korea, who was hopping around the place yelling "Mansae" over and over.

"So he's sugar high..." Taiwan sighed. "Well, this won't end well."

"It'll pass within an hour or two." Hong Kong said warily, patting China's shoulder.

China immediately facewalled. "I hate my life, aru."

Hetalia!

About three hours of incessant madness, Korea found himself puking his guts out in the bathroom.

"How many times have I told you that you get sick if you take in too much sugar at once, aru?" China asked, standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I'm sorry, da ze," Korea mumbled, his arms hanging off the sides of the toilet. "I feel like dying, da ze..."

"You'll feel better soon, aru," said China, patting the Koreans' back.

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Meanwhile, Taiwan and Hong Kong were forced to pick up the pieces of Korea's rampage in the living room.

((Hetalia is not mine.

I hope you liked seeing a sugar high Korea.

See you!))