~ The Water Bottle ~

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It was afternoon, and the last bell rang. South Korea was walking through the hallway, bowed his head facing the floor, full of thoughts. He had his bag hanging on one of his shoulder and some books on his hands.

That day he felt like being in the dark all the time, not knowing whatever scientific stuff his girlfriend made, or even what his neko brother was doing all the time. He just couldn't wait to meet his brother and ask a simple how are you, and hoping a simple answer of I'm fine from North Korea.

"South Korea?"

And he was afraid of anything bad happened. Is North still not himself, or is he already back to a normal state of mind?

"South Korea..."

Oh, what if he actually got one or two or more of the bad effects that Japan once wrote as a warning on the jar? Is he sick? Is he oka-

"SOUTH KOREA!"

"AH!" South Korea shouted and dropped his books to the floor.

"Whoopsiedaisies! Sorry," said a country behind him as he approached the korean who collected his books and papers. He then helped South tidying up the books.

"Canada, you make me shocked!" South Korea said.

Canada rubbed behind his neck with a grin. "Sorry, but you didn't answer me. Your water bottle almost fall off, see? Let me. -- Okay! That should do. Um, something on your mind?"

"Emm, yes," South Korea decided to not tell anyone about the illness that awaits his brother of being a neko, "It's been bothering me lately. But it's fine."

"About North Korea, huh?" Canada asked. This made South Korea surprised again.

"Oh, my, don't tell me you don't know. He was feeling unwell," Canada said.

"He what!"

"He vomitted at breaktime this morning."

"Wh-where is he now?" South Korea asked, slightly rose his shaking voice.

"Class. If I'm not mistaken, he's in Sociolo- HEY! South, sociology class is on the left!" Canada said, pointing his finger to the opposite direction where South was already running to, which was the wrong way.

"Oh," was his only response, running to the classroom where his brother should be gotten out of.

North Korea felt relieved when the last bell rang. His head was screaming inside to lay down on a soft comfy pillow. Hearing the teacher felt like a lullaby, which was no help. Finally, it was time to go home.

Walking light-headedly through the crowd of his classmates, went out of his classroom, he suddenly heard familiar footsteps. Those neko ears made him recognize the light sneakers weared by a worried and rushed, skillful modern dancer, none other than his twin brother.

South Korea made it in front of North's classroom. He hadn't even finished to catch his breath when suddenly someone called him.

"South," said the low soft voice from a languid North Korea. The neko's ears and tail was down and his head sunk into his chest.

He stepped closer to South Korea who was standing as still as a statue, and leaned his head on South's shoulder. Feeling comfortable already by the familiar scent and tenderness of his brother, North Korea closed his heavy eyes and smiled.

But South Korea was shocked. Wide eyed and speechless, he stood there in horror while North Korea leaned peacefully on his shoulder. Regaining his thoughts, South Korea rubbed North's back and signalling him to part. North, already felt better, stood staright, only to saw his brother's worried eyes.

"Are you okay?" asked South Korea.

And to his relief, North Korea gave a soft smile and answered a simple, "I'm fine."


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