NEKO SUGAR CUBES ~ Countryhumans

~ The Clips ~

...rariyo... rang Hill... go ten ri...

Wait... this song... her voice...

"Mother..."

    The white void suddenly turned into a room he recognized. His old house. The old grand piano in the midde of the room, the wooden table with old carvings, and some traditional korean food above it.
In front of me were a ruffled white hair. The boy turned around. He was my brother, South, wearing clothes exactly like what I wore.

    "North," said young South in korean, "Shhh, let's steal those rice cakes!"

    "Uh...," before I could say a word, the young South already pulled my and we walked silently to the table on our tippy toes.

"Arirang... arirang... arirayo...

You are going over Arirang Hill

My love, you are leaving me...

Your feet will be sore before you go ten ri"

    Walking as silent as possible, in that room North Korea could only hear the beautiful voice their mother sang and the sound of a brush stroked the huge canvas. They made it to the table. The young South Korea turned his head and made a small shhhh with a finger on his lips. He then reached the rice, and suddenly,

    "My dear sons, those cakes are for your father," said their mother. She's a really good listener.

    Young South Korea just gave a wide guilty grin. The beautiful woman just smiled and waved her hand for the children to come over. The young koreans were sitting near their mother who continued painting and singing with her beautiful voice.

"Just as there are many stars in the clear sky,

There are also many dreams in our heart.

There, over there, that mountain is Baekdu Mountain,

Where, even in the middle of winter days, flowers bloom."

    North looked at the painting. It was a picture of their father. The young koreans didn't know their father. They only know how he looked like from their mother's paintings. North tried to imagine his father, but he couldn't. He just sat there, watching the long lost memory that played before him like a video clip.

    The view suddenly changed. It was North and South Korea's birthday. They were still young that time. Everybody in that room sang a happy birthday song. When the song almost over, the brothers took a deep breath to blow the candles. And when they do, the cheer and happiness suddenly stopped the second where North Korea remembered something about that day. It was the very day where their mother died.

    Everything went black. North Korea looked through his surroundings. He stopped when he spotted a white countryhuman bowed his head a few feet away. North walked fastly to that guy. That person was South Korea. He lifted his head, and to North's surprise, the Southern Korea seems to be not happy. He's full of rage. South Korea said, no, cried something. It sounded faint, but whatever it was, it builded a huge fury inside North Korea's chest. He didn't want to, but the body did it by itself. He said angry rageful words back to his brother. As he did that, the place seems darker and darker, with sounds of doors slammed, people screaming, gunfires, and... explosion.

    It was all ended when there was no more light to shine even the brightest thing in that place, and all the disturbing sounds faded away. Silence and darkness.

    "North Korea, there you are!"

    North opened his eyes and realized he was on the bottom of a slide. He looked around and saw China bending over with a wide grin. He crawled outside and realized he were in the playground near his highschool. South Korea and Japan were there too.

    "North-san really knows good places to hide," said Japan.

    "I feel like a little boy again now. How did highschoolers like us play hide and seek in the first place?" said South.

    "Well you're the one who suggest that!"

    They laughed heartily together. North too. He looked to the bright blue sky. Clips of happy memories played inside his head. The ones he had with his brother, his friends, and so on.

    What a happy life he already had. He should not feel upset or disappointed for everything that had been, in his entire life. He feels grateful. And it was time for peace.

    Uhm, not really, North...

    Wait, who said that? It sounded like North himself. No much time for him to figure out what or who had said that words, North opened his eyes.

    For real now.

Yay! He's alive! See you in the next chapter~ <3