((OH MY FREAKING GOD OVER 900 VIEWS AND 15 REVIEWS I AM ON A ROLL, BABY

Anyway! I'm glad all you guys enjoyed the karaoke stories, even if some might of sucked. This is the most viewed story collection I've had, though Cinema Shock didn't pick up views this fast. Impressive.

So, I am going to do a two-parter now. It involves snowball fighting. You know what that means.))

Korea awoke to bright white light streaming from his window. His haircurl's face became grumpy as he said lowly, "Hong Kong, that better not be you putting the flashlight in my face again, da ze." He turned on his back and opened his eyes.

Then, he realized what white light meant.

Korea rushed to the window and threw it open, feeling the cold air hit his face.

Snow. Snow EVERYWHERE.

Which meant Korea had to do what he did best: go and forcibly wake up the resident supermom, China.

As in, run into the room and start jumping on the bed while China is still in it. "ANIKI! SNOW DAY! SNOW DAY, DA ZE!"

China put his head under the pillow. "Leemearone Orea aru."

"But Aniki! Seriously, look outside!" From his jumping and height, his head hit the ceiling. "Ouch."

China took the pillow off his face and glared at Korea. "Fine, show me, aru."

"Look!" Korea yanked China out of bed and threw him in front of the window. China looked at the sparkly white wonderland the bamboo grove had become. "Hm, guess you were right, aru!"

"Of course I am!" Korea said, "Being right originated from Korea." Grabbing China's hands, he begged, "Can Eyebrows and Plum Blossom and I go play outside? Pleeeeeease?!"

China thought it over. It was the first snow day in a while, they should be able to go have some fun. "OK, aru," said China, shrugging. "As long as no one freezes to death or gets pushed off a cliff, you guys can go and have as much fun as you want, aru."

"YAAAAAAAAAY!" Korea bolted out the door before China could say anything else.

He stood there a second. Then he got back into bed, put the covers over his head and groaned, "Where? Where did I go wrong, aru?"

Hetalia, da ze!

Hong Kong was sound asleep in his room, his hands gripping the panda toy under the blankets so no one would see it.

"HONG KONG!" Hong Kong's eyes flipped open.

"It's a snow day out, da ze! Come out and play with me, da ze! We'll do all this cool stuff out there like snowmen and sledding and even skiing and..." Korea continued blabbering on as Hong Kong rolled his eyes. Sure, Korea was a good brother and provided a lot of entertainment, but Hong Kong did NOT feel like dealing with him in the cold early hours of the morning. He slowly reached for the emergency chopsticks by his bed.

"...and I have a bunch of games, you really should—WAUGH!" Korea ducked when he saw something pointy being flung at him.

CRUNCH.

Korea looked behind him and saw a chopstick jabbed in the wall exactly where his head had been.

"Drat. Missed." Hong Kong went back to sleep.

Korea puffed out his cheeks, making a type of "-3-" expression. So Hong Kong was going to play hard to get, was he? Well, Korea wouldn't let a perfectly good snow day slip through his fingers because the 172-year-old would not get out of bed.

South Korean strength to the rescue!

Korea slowly unrolled the covers from Hong Kong's bed, hoping he wouldn't notice (He ended up seeing the panda toy, but Korea didn't think it would be substancial blackmail, so he disregarded it). Then, he carefully leaned forward and wrapped his hands around Hong Kong's slim waist ('And China thinks HIS body is girly...if someone didn't know any better they would swear this kid has a figure...'). Korea made sure Hong Kong was still asleep, and then slowly lifted him off the bed and over his shoulder.

It wasn't until Korea had carried him halfway to the living room that Hong Kong woke up and saw his situation.

"WHAT THE FREAKING HECK, YONG SOO?!"

"You are going to get in that snow and have fun and you are going to LIKE it, da ze!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU RELAX LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!"

"Define 'normal', da ze."

Hong Kong would like nothing better than to strangle the Korean, but luckily, his constant bottling up of emotions managed to keep him from doing such. "Let me go back to bed, Yong Soo."

"Not happening, Kirkland-Wang! I'm not going to let your deadpan snarker attitude get me down this time, da ze!" Korea laughed. "Besides, kidnapping originated in Korea, da ze!"

No matter how humiliating it was, Hong Kong relied on his inner instincts: "MOOOOOM! YONG SOO IS KIDNAPPING ME!"

"Just play along, aru," China called groggily.

Hong Kong groaned. China was going to be no help today, either.

((This was fun to write.

OK, that part about Hong having a slim waist? It's kind of an inside joke. What it came from was that TV Tropes said something about that some fans literally thought Hong Kong was a tomboyish girl until he takes off his shirt in the Christmas strips. Nonetheless, I kept seeing artwork of him with his hips slightly exaggerated because of the gold belt he wears.

GO FIGURE.

Time for my TV-announcer babble!

What will happen next? What is Korea's plans? Will China ever join in the madness?

Find out next time in Asian Quickies!

Hetalia doesn't belong to me.))