A/N: Since no one guessed correctly, thanks to ThatGirlUmderTheBox for guessing the closest! *gives cookie* But the next country is...
Umbridge kept walking further west, away from the house of the man with the katana. She looked around. Everything seemed oriental, from the lily ponds to the red lanterns hanging from that gazebo nearby. I must be in an Asian neighborhood, Umbridge thought. She would certainly tell the Minister of these Muggles.
Before long, she began to grow tired. Her thick, pudgy legs moved slower and slower. However, she saw a house in the distance. The faint sound of pop music could be heard coming from it. Umbridge forced herself to walk faster, in hopes of finding some directions.
When she was almost there, she stopped and listened to the music. What filthy Muggle music, she thought. She couldn't even understand it, as the lyrics were in a different language. And much too fast! She'd certainly rather listen to Celestina Warbeck.
Finally, Umbridge reached the house, out of breath. There was no doorbell, so she rapped on the door with her knuckles. No answer. Stupid music, she thought. She rapped again, this time harder.
A boy of about 15 opened the door. "May I come in?" Umbridge simpered. Where are his parents? she thought. How careless Muggles are these days.
"Of course, da-ze!" the child said, smiling. "Who are you?"
"Hem, hem. I am Dolores Umbridge, High Inquisitor of Hog-" She stopped in mid-sentence. That Muggle might have almost found out that she was a witch!
"You come from a place called Hog? That's very funny, da-ze! I'm Korea!" The child stepped back to let her in. He led her into another room and started preparing some tea. Umbridge was quite grateful to see this, as she had missed the cup of tea (not drugged) she usually had right before bed. Speaking of bed, why is it daytime here?
Umbridge was deep in thought, when she suddenly remembered that the boy said he was Korea. "Why is your name Korea?" she asked.
"That's 'cause I am Korea, da-ze! I thought I told you already!"
Now Umbridge was comfused. She noticed a slight throb in her head. Must be that music, she thought, dismissing it.
The child's sudden voice interrupted her musings. "Do you want to meet my sister North Korea? She shy and she likes art and music! She doesn't like K-Pop though, just traditional stuff."
Umbridge debated this in her head. For one, she could get away from this annoying kid. But what if his sister was even worse? She decided to take the chance. "I'd love to see her! Where is she?"
"She lives right around the corner! I'll take you there!"
Korea bounced happily along the sidewalk. "Hurry up!" he called. Umbridge trailed behind, waddling on stubby legs.
They turned a corner. The child directed Umbridge to a grey house. He banged on the door. "Sister!" he shouted. "You have a visitor! She says she's from a place called Hog!"
The door opened to reveal a girl of about the same age as Korea. "You don't need to knock so loud," she said, giving a disapproving look at the boy. She then turned to stare at Umbridge. "This is my visitor? Well then, come in."
"Good-bye, person from Hog!" Korea yelled before he sprinted away. What an immature child, Umbridge thought. He's even worse than the Potter brat!
The girl snapped her fingers to get Umbridge's attention. "So, um, would you like to see one of my paintings?" Umbridge readily agreed. The girl exited the room, leaving Umbridge to reflect on this strange place. What was with all these people being named after countries? Perhaps some new filthy Muggle trend. Umbridge checked to see that her wand was still there. Yes, it was.
"Here it is," North Korea said. Umbridge hadn't noticed her come in. How silly of her. She took a look at the painting. It was a landscape painting. A grassy field dotted with trees and flowers outlined a chain of mountains in the background. "How is it?" the girl asked.
Umbridge studied it for a few more seconds before commenting, "Hem, hem. It's missing something..."
"What?" North Korea asked. "I always want to improve my work."
"Hem, hem. Well, it needs more pink."
"More pink? Are the flowers not enough?" North Korea grabbed a piece of scrap paper and some colored pencils. She drew a rough outline of the painting and turned to Umbridge. "Color it in the way you think it should be. Tell me when you're done." With that she took the painting and left.
Umbridge immediately grabbed hold of the pink colored pencil and started scribbling. "Hem, hem. I am finished!" she called when she was done. If only I hadn't drawn this on scrap paper. It would be such a masterpiece it would be in a museum!
North Korea entered the room and gaped at the "masterpiece"."W-what is this?" she stammered. "This- it's all pink! Everything! This is trash! Even my no-good brother would be ashamed!"
"But it's perfect!" Umbridge retorted. "Just the right amount of pink! Only filthy blood-traitors would want no pink in it! Pink is the perfect color! It's-"
Umbridge's rant was cut off by the sight of her "masterpiece" being ripped to shreds in the hands of North Korea. "Noooo!" she wailed. "Not my work of art!" She collapsed on the floor sobbing.
"You must have a mental disorder if you'd ever consider that art." North Korea kicked Umbridge in the direction of the door. When that failed to move her chubby body, she took a broom out of a closet and pushed her with the handle. When they reached the door, Umbridge was still flailing. North Korea opened the door, and with one final heave, shoved the toad-like lady out. "Good-bye," she said before slamming the door in Umbridge's face.
A/N- Kugelmugel wouldn't be as generous as North Korea. He'd throw a fit and start chucking paint at her. Then he'd cut her open with scissors and grind her up using a pencil sharpener. Then he'd put her mutilated body on display as a "work of art". First person to guess the next country gets half a virtual cookie (because it's kinda obvious)! Please review!