Chasing Liberty // Countryhumans North Korea fanfiction

What We Were Made For

   North kept his report short and concise, wanting to get back to work. They were having a meeting of the Political Committee of the Party’s Central Committee soon, and he needed to draw up his proposals for maintaining his people’s livelihood.

   The United Nations First Committee had met at the beginning of January, and would no doubt soon release another ceasefire proposal now that their armies were on the backfoot again. But North knew whatever they proposed wouldn’t go further than a basic halt to combat and a proposal to return to the ‘status quo’ of Korea being divided by the 38th Parallel, and would thus be unacceptable.

    And even if the war ended tomorrow, their people would need to be seen to for today.

    China was again attempting to push for his own Soviet-backed ceasefire, and the removal of all foreign troops from the area to let North and South settle the matter themselves. But it hadn’t worked last time, and he didn’t expect it to work this time.

    ‘Because America knows how that would end.’ With Korea Reunified, free, and Socialist.

    It didn’t matter what South had said to his provinces about Communism being evil, their army being responsible for Taejon, and them being Soviet puppets. Of course he would say those things when he had been under America’s thumb for five years, and had him whispering in his ‘ear.’ North knew he thought that way at least slightly after speaking to him at the Raktong.

   ‘But why does he believe I would accept that?’

   North gritted his teeth, bludgeoning his inner voice into silence, maintaining his cool, steady tone for his provinces.

     He had told South it had been the reactionaries that had committed the atrocities in Taejon and everywhere else. Even if America told him North was lying, he would still believe him over the Yankee. North had never lied to him, ever.

     South couldn’t possibly think that if Communism were what capitalists and their cronies said it was, that North would still promote it for their people. And Kangwon had told him that North was involved heavily in government affairs- his brother had to know that it was impossible for them to hide the truth from him.

    So how could he believe that North would support anything that harmed their people?

   No. He didn’t. He had been being monitored. Even when his provinces hadn’t said that there were ‘guards’ in the room with them, they would have been outside, listening, just like his source had said they were in Busan. South wasn’t stupid. He would have known he had to keep up a façade to keep himself safe from America.

   ‘He always was a good actor.’

    North scratched under his eyepatch, digging his nails at an itch that wasn’t there, stopping when he saw Kangwon watching him.

   The man lifted his brows slightly. ’Are you alright?’

    North didn’t answer, returning his full focus to his report.

    It didn’t matter what South had said or done. He had left that letter.

  ‘잘못했어.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’

     Considering all his provinces has said, maybe he really had been apologizing for Commanding them, saying those things to them, and letting America harass them, on top of not coming back.

    It was fine. North would come to him. He would rescue him from America, and having to act. And then he could answer any questions he had and work on dismissing any preconceived notions he had about Socialism, if they had time. Even if it was just one quick lesson before Reunifying.