Okay, here's chapter two. I apoligize, I realize the POV might bother some people as it's sort of...well, you know, technically an OC, but it's what I had planned and I actually kind of like how it turned out. I hope you guys still enjoy it.

North Korea

War.

It wasn't something that was unfamiliar to him. In fact, it could be said that it was something that had been ingrained into his very being. Fighting. Always fighting. Fighting Japan with his brother, in the old days, when they were one country. And then fighting his brother. Ripping into his brother like a savage beast, eager to expand his government, his influence, his power. Russia and China at his back as he attacked his twin.

And now, those that were once one were two.

North Korea and South Korea.

Mostly, at least.

It was a great inconvenience, it seemed, to be twins with a nation that was no longer your own, but once had been. For every bomb or blow that was struck against South Korea, North Korea would feel a faint echo of it. A sharp twinge of pain that would linger in a most annoying way and hamper all of his daily efforts. It was aggravating, to say the least.

But it was that very painful baggage that alerted the Communist nation that something was amiss with his brother down South.

It had been getting progressively worse all day. North Korea felt like someone had been continuously firing a paint ball gun at him. He guessed that South Korea was getting bombed, with the itchiness across his chest and up and down his arms a result of the fires. North Korea had tried to ignore these sensations and put them to the back of his mind. After all, he had his own nation to worry about, and he didn't have time to fret about a foolish brother that he hadn't spoken to in half a century. However, after feeling something akin to having a firecracker launched at his forehead, causing him to clutch his cranium in pain in a most undignified manor, North Korea began to feel large prickles of unease permeating his body.

His brother was a fool, it was true, and he wasn't as war-hardened as the North, but…in this war…

There was no way that South Korea could go and get himself killed.

The second that he felt pain explode in his head he felt another feeling in his chest, an immediate sensation of something being pulled out of him, like a part of him had been ripped out, destroyed.

His other half.

Even if they had separate governments, they had still once been the same country.

They were still brothers.

And it was for that very reason that North Korea now found himself crossing the Korea Demilitarized zone, Hwando sheathed across his back, viola case held tightly in one hand.

For his brother.

"Hyung, why are there two of us?"

The elder Korea turned to his twin, the supposed 'younger' Korea, who was looking at him with wide, brown eyes. He was the younger by choice rather than actual age. After all, they were twins, representations of the same nation, and were therefore the same age. Younger and Older were just a reflection of their relationship with one another, the Older being the one to reassure the younger in times in unease, and the younger the one to constantly ask his brother questions and lean on him in times of stress.

The 'elder' Korea smiled widely at his brother and propped himself up on his elbows, wayward curl blowing in the breeze as he stretched out on the softly blowing grass.

"That's a silly question Nam-dong-saeng!" he said, blowing some hair out of his eyes after the breeze blew strands of it across his face. "There are two of us because our country is too big and wonderful to only have one nation-tan. Korea contains everything, and everything originated in Korea! Because there is so much Korea, there has to be two of us!" The older Korea smiled at his explanation and then reached over to his brother, ruffling his twin's hair with a grin.

"Oh…," said the younger Korea thoughtfully, shifting so that he was in the same position as his brother, propped up on his elbows. "Then we together are all of Korea?"

"Yup!" said his brother, his attention diverted as he began blowing idly at a fluffy dandelion and watching as the seeds scattered on the wind.

"Then…" continued the younger Korea, his forehead creased in thought, "…we are both different parts of the country?"

The elder Korea stopped blowing and looked down at his brother, the younger still lying on the grass with his head resting on his hand, his face pensive.

"You could look at it that way," said the older Korea, "But it doesn't matter, because together we make one Korea!" after shooting his brother another wide grin, he seemed to consider that the end of the argument and began humming to himself, tapping his fingers on the ground as he did.

"I guess…" said the younger, seemingly unsure, "But…." The younger Korea sat up, his hands in his lap as he twiddled his thumbs, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. His brother tilted his head to the side, confused by his younger brother's actions, before pushing himself up into a sitting position as well.

"Hm?" he asked curiously, leaning forward, "What is it Nam-dong-saeng?"

"If it's alright…" said the younger Korea shyly, still looking down at his lap, "Whether it matters or not…I…I would like to be the North of our country..."

The older Korea blinked in surprise. "Why?" he asked, moving closer to his brother curiously. His twin shuffled nervously, looking away and playing with the long brown braid hanging down over his shoulder.

"Well…I don't really like…the south. I mean, what the south is close to. The…the ocean. And…." The younger Korea trailed off, mouth set in a stubborn line as he refused to say anymore. The older Korea looked confused, and the twins sat in silence for awhile, but then comprehension dawned on his face and he pouted, scooting closer to his brother and pulling obnoxiously on his twin's braid to get the other half of the nation to turn around.

"OW! What are you doing, Hyung?" asked the younger Korea angrily.

"Are you scared of that meanie?" pouted the elder Korea. "Ilbon? Nihon? The one with the silly bowl haircut? His house is in the ocean right?" The younger Korea turned his head, his face flushed in shame as he tried to pull his braid out of his brother's gasp, his twin, however, merely pulled on it harder, eliciting another squeak from the younger nation-tan.

"AH! Hyung, stop it!" he cried, slapping his brother's hand. "You stop it!" pouted the elder twin. "You shouldn't fret about that guy. Ching-Hyung sais that he raised him, so he can't be that bad. And besides, what are you afraid of him for? What's he going to do Nam-dong-saeng?"

The younger Korea sat up, bringing his knees close to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. "I….h-he….Hyung, he could invade u-us…I-I hear Ilbon is very strong…w-we are between him and the mainland...I-I'm scared he'll hurt us..." the young nation appeared to be struggling to hold tears back from his almond-coloured eyes, bottom lip quivering. The older Korean twin blinked twice, pouted, made a serious face, frowned, and then burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" snapped the younger Korea, feeling embarrassed and frustrated at his brother's inadequate response to his distress. Really, he made a terrible Hyung.

"I'm laughing because you are being silly!" cooed his brother, flapping his arms up and down for emphasis. The younger Korea huffed in annoyance and folded his arms across his chest irritably. "It's not silly!" tears of frustration joined the ones of fear bubbling up in the corners of his eyes. "Don't laugh at me because I'm scared!" Noticing his brother's distress, the older Korea stopped laughing and crawled on all fours until his nose was almost touching his brothers.

"Stupid!" he chastised, whacking his little brother on the head none to gently, "I'm not laughing at you because you're scared! I'm laughing because you think I'd let anyone hurt us!"

The younger Korea stopped rubbing his head ruefully and looked up at his brother, surprise on his face. "Wh-what?" he stammered in confusion.

"Nam-dong-saeng," said the elder Korea, slinging an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Should anyone ever try to invade us, I would pound them into dust. Whether they came from the North, or the South, I would stop them before they could hurt either of us. I would protect us. I would protect you. What else are Hyungs for?" he said with a grin, ruffling his younger brother's hair again.

"You can still be the North if you want; I like the ocean, and Ilbon's culture is sort of interesting. I don't mind being close to him. And I spend lots of time with Ching-Hyung already, so I don't mind if you get to be right beside him! As long as Nam-dong-saeng is happy, then Hyung is happy! Then…then South Korea-Hyung is happy!" cooed the newly dubbed South Korea, clapping his hands together excitedly.

The now known as North Korea blinked owlishly, before ducking his head to hide his blush at his brother's words.

"Thank you…South-Hyung," he said softly. The best Hyung in the world. "Thank you."

"Hold still 'su yo~!"

"OW! I don't wanna, it hurts da ze~!"

"Stupid! That's what you get for being so careless Hyung!"

"I wasn't being careless Nam-dong-saeng, I just-,"

"-was being careless! That's why Ilbon got us in the first place!"

South Korea huffed and folded his arms across his chest, pouting as he did. North Korea bandaged the wound on his head none to gently, wrapping the white gauze around his brother's head and tightening it with harsh pulls, a scowl on his face.

Korea had been under the control of Japan for about ten years now, and the Koreans were getting sick of it. There had been many violent anti-Japanese demonstrations throughout the country-with violent opposition from the occupying Japanese soldiers. The most recent one, and the most radical one so far, had taken part in Seoul, where a declaration of independence had been read. Seoul was in the south of the nation, so South Korea was feeling the effects of the riots the worst, hence the bruises all over his body.

The head wound, however, was a result of him throwing kimchi at a Japanese policeman and getting hit, hard, with a baton.

"I don't get why you don't like the protests, da ze~," grumbled South Korea, wincing as his brother pulled tightly on the bandages, "You want Ilbon out of our country too."

"I know," said North Korea patiently, "But the way you're doing it is stupid, 'su yo~. You're going to get yourself killed." South Korea blew a raspberry and then yelped in pain as his brother tightened the bandage one last time before tying it. "Thanks," he gasped, clutching his head and leaning away from his brother (who he now thought might be a sadist).

North Korea sighed and sat down in front of his brother, tugging on his braid with a pout on his face. "I hate this," he growled, letting go of his hair to start flicking the end of the braid instead. "I hate that we're not in control. I hate Nihon. I hate how Ching isn't helping us."

"He's trying," said South Korea weakly.

"Not hard enough!" snapped North Korea angrily, eyes flashing. The younger twin then wilted, curling up as the flash of bossiness and anger that had possessed him when he had seen his injured brother left him. "Sorry," he said quietly, resting his chin on the tops of his knees. "I'm just worried for us. It's just like what I was scared of, 'su yo~, way back then, remember?"

South Korea stared at his brother and then nodded, immediately regretting it as he clutched his cranium with gritted teeth. "Uh-huh, and remember what I said then, North-Nam-dong-saeng? I'll protect you. Even though Ilbon is already here, I'll protect you. I'll be the one to hold the rallies, I'll be the one to get hit, I'll take everything for you. Don't worry North, this is what South-Hyung is here for, da ze~!" said South Korea with a wide grin, dropping one hand from his head to reach across and ruffle his brother's hair.

North Korea stared at his twin with sorrowful eyes, regarding the carefully wrapped bandage with guilt eating away at his stomach. "South-Hyung…you don't have to do all that…" he whispered.

"Nonsense, da ze~!" said South Korea waving a long sleeved arm airily. "I'm a failure as a Hyung otherwise. Besides, head trauma aside, I love seeing Ilbon's pissed off face whenever he sees any Japanese crap that he's laid all over our cities trashed, da ze~! It's funny, because you can't tell that he's actually pissed off, he wears the exact same expression on his face, except his eyebrow twitches. It's hilarious, it's like a twitchy machine, da ze~! I could watch it all day, it's worth it."

North Korea observed his chortling brother and then reached over to him, clasping South Korea's hand in his own.

"Eh?" said the older twin in confusion, "What's up, da ze~? Did you just want to touch your Hyung's extremely soft and beautiful skin? I agree, that soft skin totally originated in Korea, and there's this cream-,"

"South," said North Korea, interrupting his brother and clutching his hand tighter. "That's what you are 'su yo~, the South. You are not the whole country. You are not all of Korea, you are just the South."

South Korea looked a little confused at his brother's words. What did Nam-dong-saeng mean by that? Was he insulting him?

"That means," continued North Korea, "That you are not alone in this fight. We, together, make up Korea. Not just you, 'su yo~. You can't take all the fighting on yourself!" The younger twin's eyes flashed and he leaned forward until his nose was almost touching his brother's. "We fight together 'su yo~," he said firmly. "You will never have to fight alone. Never."

South Korea blinked a few times, before a silly grin spread across his face. "Wow, my Nam-dong-saeng is growing up! I'm so proud!" The elder twin made a mock serious face, before leaning forward to try and pull on his brother's braid. North Korea jerked away, and South Korea ended up falling flat on his forehead, causing him to whimper and clutch at his bandaged cranium in pain.

I mean it though, thought North Korea, sighing at the sight of his 'older' brother writhing in self-inflicted pain, As long as we're together, which we will be always, you'll never have to fight alone.

Never.

North Korea walked, mindful of the smoke blackening the sky above the South of the nation, the gunshots that still rang out in his brother's country. And the bloodied, smoke-stained people rushing past him, towards the border.

Some of the later refugees had spoken of the Korean youth dressed in the incorrect hanbok that had managed to free them from their captured camp. They didn't know what happened to him. North Korea had crossed the border between him and his brother to find out.

He'd received the phone call earlier that day. That there were South Korean refugees rushing across the border in alarming numbers. Surprising his government, he'd ordered them to be welcomed and given appropriate accommodations and necessities, rather than turning them away or handing them back to the enemy troops. The hollowness that had accompanied his head pain made it obvious to him that the people would have nowhere to return to, and that part deep inside him, that had been buried during the time he'd spent with Russia and was only now beginning to stir, told him that he owed it to his brother.

Korean refugees were still being chased across the border, enemy soldiers pursuing them with grim determination on their face. Closer to the border, North Korean soldiers were pushing them back, more concerned with protecting their borders, but still helping refugees cross into their country and fiercely combating the enemy soldiers. But here, these stragglers had no North Korean soldiers to hold back their pursuers. Enemy soldiers who were gaining on them, the sick, the old stragglers who looked like death would welcome them whether they were caught or not.

South Korea had fought alone, and now his land was destroyed, his people fleeing, and everything…

Sighing, North Korea lowered his viola case to the ground, flicking open the latches and lifting the lid deftly. It wasn't a well-known fact, but North Korea loved everything about the viola, even its polished, strangely shaped case. And it was such a large case, perfect for containing things that weren't necessarily musical instruments.

For example, semi-automatic machine guns.

The hollowness in his chest told him that it was too late to save his brother, but maybe, maybe he could still save some of his brother's people. Perhaps helping them would banish these troublesome thoughts. Thoughts filled with emotions that he hadn't felt in years. Such troublesome thoughts, of stupid things, like how he should have been by his brother's side. How he should have been helping him, even though they were separate countries. How he should have kept his promise to never let his brother fight alone. Kept his promise to protect his brother, his little brother.

Troublesome thoughts.

"I can't believe this da ze~…,"

"I-it's not that bad 'su yo~…."

"Not that bad! Those bastards are going to separate us! How the hell do you separate a nation da ze~?"

"Well, when you put it that way 'su yo~…"

The two battle-weary nation-tans of the country of Korea sat back to back, dressed in torn and bloodied hanboks and staring up at the night sky. For the first time in many years, the sky was not stained with the dark smoke of battle, nor was it filled with piercing sounds of planes doing battle in the air above. It was merely filled with twinkling stars, and a single bright moon.

The two Koreas stared up at it with different expressions, South Korea with a pout, North Korea with a resigned, weary look, both with sadness and hurt filling their eyes.

"They mean well," said North Korea, breaking the silence that had fallen. "America and the Soviet Union I mean. They're trying to help us 'su yo~."

"Well, they're doing a shitty job of it," snapped South Korea, Folding his arms across his knees and resting his chin on them.

North Korea turned his head slightly towards his brother, sighing and flicking the braid that hung over his shoulder absent-mindedly. "They did free us from Ilbon, after all those years of occupation," reminded his brother gently.

"Well, yeah," huffed South Korea, "But I don't see why they're separating us da ze~!"

North Korea sighed and leaned his head back against his brother's. "I don't get it either…" he said softly. "They say it's to help us rebuild and stand on our own feet after being under Japanese control for so long, but why can't they do it with the both of us together, 'su yo~? I don't understand it…"

The twins lapsed into silence once more, falling into their own thoughts as they lamented over their coming separation. South Korea would be going with America, and North Korea was going with Russia, the Soviet Union. It was supposedly to help them be independent and set up governments, but still…

Why couldn't they be together?

North Korea stopped in the middle of another sigh as he heard a soft sound from behind him, and felt his twin brother shaking against him.

"Hyung?" he said softly, twisting around to look at his brother. "Are you alright?"

"P-perfectly f-fine da ze~!" was the strangled, sob-choked response that North Korea got. Alarmed, the younger twin turned around, and crawled around his brother so that he was face to face with him.

"South-Hyung, you're crying!" he exclaimed in disbelief and horror.

"N-no I'm not da ze~!
"Yes you are!" argued North Korea, reaching forward to wrap his arms around his brother and look up at his tear stained face. South Korea shook his head furiously and tried to wiggle out of his brother's grasp.

"No I'm not! Hyungs aren't s-supposed to cry! We're supposed to hold our Nam-dong-saengs when they cry! Not the other way around!" sobbed the Asian nation, still desperately trying to escape from his twin's hold. North Korea tightened his grip and held onto his brother, as if he was trying to squeeze the sadness out of him. He hated it when his Hyung was upset like this…South-Hyung never let him know when he was upset, South-Hyung never asked for help, South-Hyung always took all the burdens onto himself…because he was the Hyung…

"It's my turn!" said North Korea suddenly, looking up at his brother with wide brown eyes.

"Wh-what?" said South Korea, dewy eyes blinking as he stopped his struggling to address his brother's sudden comment.

"It's my turn 'su yo~!" repeated North Korea. "It's my turn to take all the burdens, all the sadness, all the responsibility, all of it. It's my turn, 'su yo~. I'll be Hyung now."

South Korea's jaw dropped at the statement made by his younger brother, and he found his tears replaced by confused babbling. "What-you can't- what do you mean- wait, Nam-dong-,"

"Nope!" said North Korea triumphantly, drawing back to sit back on his knees and stare at his brother with twinkling eyes. "You have to call me Hyung now!"

"It doesn't work that way!" burst out South Korea, flabbergasted by the sudden change of events.

"Does to 'su yo~!" exclaimed North Korea, uncharacteristically giddy. "We're twins, neither of us is older or younger. We just decided, way back…sometime, that I would be Nam-dong-saeng, and you would be Hyung. But South, I think it's time to switch. I want to be Hyung now. Are you going to be selfish and hog it all to yourself 'su yo~?" said North Korea slyly, a mock pout on his face.

South Korea was stunned, he didn't know what to say. His twin was not acting like himself. Since when was North Korea so….much like him?

"Ah…you want to be Hyung, da ze~?" was all the Asian teen could manage to say, still utterly flabbergasted by what was going on.

"Yes," said North Korea firmly, calming down somewhat as the high from his sudden decision wore off and he fell back into his cool, somewhat shy demeanor. "And that means that I get all the responsibility that comes with it. I will protect you, and I'll hold you when you cry, and I'll answer all your annoying questions, and-,"

"North," said South Korea softly, finally catching on to what had brought the situation on. "You don't have to do that. I'm sorry if I worried you da ze~, but-,"

"No." said North Korea, cutting off his brother sharply. "I'm Hyung now. No ifs ands or buts. Got it 'su yo~?"

South Korea blinked a few times, before laughing and tugging on his formerly little brother's braid. "Yeah, I got it, Hyung."

"Good, Nam-dong-saeng," said North Korea smugly, feeling a thrill go through him at the change of names. He fell back against his brother, leaning his head on South Korea's shoulder. "You better remember it for when we meet again."

"I will," said South Korea, resting his cheek on the top of his brother's head. "When we meet again."

"I don't understand this da ze~…," said South Korea in a cracked, tear-choked voice, bottom lip trembling as he stared up at his brother with wide eyes. "Why are you doing this to us?"

North Korea stared at his brother with tumultuous, conflicted eyes, pain swimming in their amber depths. The hand that pointed his Hwando at his brother's throat was shaking, badly.

"Because I want to make Korea strong!" he shouted, fist clenched as he held back tears. "I want to make a government that will make us so strong that it will be impossible to take us over again!"

"A Communist government?" cried South Korea, tears running down his blood streaked face. "A strong government!" snapped North Korea, ignoring the tears that had started running down his own face. "I want us to be strong!"

"Then why are you tearing our country in two da ze~?" whispered South Korea, clutching his ripped and bloody hanbok tightly as his body shook with pain and sadness. North Korea's breath came out shakily and he lowered his head, hands clenched into fists at his side and around the sword handle.

"Why da ze~…" whispered South Korea, wiping a dirty sleeve across his face.

"Stop saying that…" growled North Korea, not lifting his gaze from the ground. South Korea dropped his arm, his gaze once again on is brother. "Wh-what, da ze~?" he asked quietly, fearful of the answer.

"Stop saying that!" yelled North Korea, raising his sword up over his shoulder as if preparing to swing it at his brother. "We're not controlled by Ilbon anymore! Stop using his words!"

South Korea scrambled to his feet and jumped out of the way as North Korea brought the sword down, the silver blade slicing into the dirt.

"Wh-what?" he stammered, backing away from his brother, his chest heaving as sobs wracked his body. "I-I don't-,"

"Da ze!" spat North Korea, pulling his sword out of the dirt. "That's Japanese you idiot! Why are you still saying it?"

South Korea stopped, confusion on his haggard face. "N-no it's not. Da ze originated in Korea-,"

"It didn't," said North Korea, falling back into his calm demeanor as he repointed his sword at his brother. "Neither did 'desu yo'. Those were things we picked up after Ilbon occupied us. Didn't you notice? Russia-nim, he pointed it out to me, and I stopped saying that stupid 'su yo. It's pathetic for you to still be using Ilbon's words, after all this time. Pathetic. Don't you have any shame? Don't you have any pride? How can you use his language after all that he's done to us?"

North Korea swished his sword angrily through the air. "This is why you need to listen to me South! You're too weak. You're too easily influenced! You've already picked up all that damn American's bad habits, including his weak government."

North Korea's gaze became pleading as he turned to his brother, sheathing his sword as he walked towards him.

"Nam-dong-saeng…" he whispered, taking his brother's face in his hands. "I'm trying to help us. Let me help us. Concede to me. Stop this meaningless fighting. Become one with me again."

South Korea let out a shuddering breath at the feel of his brother's breath ghosting over his skin. "A-ah, Hyung…"

"Please," breathed North Korea, wrapping his arms around his brother and burying his face into his neck. "I don't want to fight my Nam-dong-saeng anymore. Let's stop." South Korea half closed his eyes, lifting up his own arms to embrace his brother. He shut his eyes tight, clutching his brother to him and relishing in the moment. Holding his brother for the first time since the end of the war.

But it couldn't last.

"I'm sorry Hyung," he breathed, nuzzling into North Korea's neck. "But I can't."

In a swift movement, South Korea grabbed the hilt of his brother's Hwando and pulled it from its sheath, jerking away from his brother and bring the sword across North Korea's chest in a single devastating swipe.

North Korea's eyes went wide, and his mouth opened, as if trying to convey his astonishment. Blood bubbled up over his lips, matching the red stain that had spread across his white and maroon hanbok. North Korea fell to the ground with a thud, chest heaving and a gurgling sound coming from his throat.

"I'm sorry!" cried South Korea, falling to his knees as the blade fell from his hand. "I'm so sorry North-Hyung. But I can't. I just can't. I can't become Communist. Maybe you're right, and it's because I'm impressionable, and I've had American's ideals forced upon me. Maybe it's because I'm weak, and I'm afraid of change. Maybe it's because I just don't like Russia. But I won't. I won't become Communist, I won't concede to you, and…"

South Korea got to his feet, eyes burning with fire, even as tears ran down his cheeks. "I won't give up my da ze~! It's part of who I am. Just like 'su yo is part of you. I hope you remember that someday. Don't let some Russian bastard take that away from you. Don't let him take 'you' away from you, like he's taken my Hyung away from me."

South Korea bent over, kissing the top of his brother's head, mindful of the hateful gaze North Korea was giving him, and the angry hisses escaping his brother's blood-clogged throat.

"Goodbye," he whispered, standing up and walking away, wiping away the last round of tears. "Goodbye North-Hyung."

That had been the last time North Korea had seen his brother.

He'd caught glimpses of him, when they had been in the United Nations together, but they'd never come close to one another, never had eye contact, never said a single word.

Until today.

North Korea stared down at his brother, barely registering the heat at his back from the still burning grass fire, the smoke burning his lungs a mere inconvenience in comparison to the burning in his heart.

His Nam-dong-saeng, splayed across the ground. Hanbok torn, dirty, with blood all across the front. Hair plastered to his head with an easily identifiable dark liquid, and a blatant hole in his forehead. His beautiful brown eyes were half-closed, staring upwards emptily, a small smile curling the corner of his lips.

North Korea stared down at his brother, an unreadable expression on his face, before slowly sitting down beside South Korea's lifeless body.

"I should have expected this," he said with a sigh, returning to his old habit of flicking the braid that hung over his shoulder. "That you would throw your life away like this. It's just something you would do."

North Korea looked down at his feet, no longer flicking his braid, but tugging on it instead. "So stupid. You don't think do you? This is the problem with democracy. You try so hard to help everyone that you end up hurting everyone. You honestly think that helping a single refugee camp is worth all of your people losing their nation? Where are they supposed to go now? Idiot."

North Korea sighed and took off his green military hat, running a hand through his hair. "This would never had happened if you had just joined with me. Than we would have been together, we would have been strong! And you wouldn't be…"

The first tear trickled down North Korea's cheek, and he swallowed thickly. "Stupid. It's not your fault. It's mine. I'm the Hyung right? I should have protected you…"

North brushed a hand over his brother's face, flicking the limp curl softly. "Why didn't I protect you, South-Nam-dong-saeng?" he whispered, another tear rolling down. "I'm foolish. I've gotten so foolish. Old and foolish. Like Ching-Hyung."

North Korea laughed thickly. "I remember when we used to go visit his house, we'd run circles around him! Well, you'd run circles around him. I'd tell you to stop, but trying to stop you is like trying to stop a hurricane." North Korea looked around at all the dead enemy soldiers, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "As I can see they already found out."

North Korea suddenly began to cough thickly, becoming cognizant of the smoke billowing all around him. He adjusted the viola case that he had strapped to his back beside his Hwando, before getting to his feet and leaning down to scoop his brother up into his arms.

"So light…" he said softly, clutching South Korea tightly.

North Korea began walking away stiffly, forgetting about the green hat he'd left discarded on the ground.

"Hey Nam-dong-saeng, you'll be happy to know that all your refugees made it across the border. Hmph. My army isn't too happy about having the enemy delivered onto their doorstep like that, but they protected your people. I guess that's what you wanted, right? They can stay here as long as they like. Or they can leave. I'll organize passage for China or see if I can get them to the Western Nations…"

"I'll have to tell Ching-Hyung right? He won't know what to do with himself without you hanging off of him every second of every day. Well, serves him right. He should have been helping you instead of obsessing over Ilbon..."

"You know, Hong Kong will miss you too, I know the two of you used to sit for hours at Ching-Hyung's place while you talked his ear off…"

"Did you ever forgive Ilbon? I wonder, you watch so much of his animation…He'll probably feel guilty if you didn't forgive him…"

"And that guy, what's-his-face, America's brother, he'll probably miss you. I hear that South Koreans make up like forty something percent of his tourism or something…"

"And of course, you and America were always close after that war right? Stupid burger-grabbing, democratic…"

"Funny, I don't think any of those people would miss me if I were to…only Ching-Hyung, for trade reasons. He wouldn't miss me like he'd miss you…"

"I'm not like you, I'm not even like me. You were right that time. During our separation, you did lose your Hyung…"

"Nam-dong-saeng…"

"I should have protected you…"

"I'm sorry…"

"I'm sorry…"

"Big brother…"

"…..You're so light…."

So...yeah.

I based my North Korea off of two things, Himaruya's potential design, where he said if he did North Korea he would be 'more timid then South Korea and a musician.' and Lo-wah's North Korea design on

http: /browse . deviantart . com/ ?qh=§ion=&q=North+Korea#/d2ep611

Just take out the spaces. This is just one pic. She has tons of her design and I love every one of them. You should check them out.

Please review!