Hetalia | Time-Cut

| Chapter II |

Rice pudding is a dessert in China and some Asia countries. The way it's made is with rice mixed with water or milk with other added ingredients, such as salt, raisins, etc. However, its popular addition is sugar or something sweetened.

North Korea rarely goes on airplanes.

The only time he went on an airplane was more of a fighters plane, with Russia years ago. North Korea was a younger nation, but now he's more developed. North Korea is scared of heights.

He stayed as far away from the window as he could, having a bag by his side and sickness in his stomach. North Korea was gripping the arms of the chair, sweat glittering on his forehead. Two soldiers stayed with him, silently standing nearby the nation. North Korea felt embarrassed that he was acting like this in front of the two soldiers, however another wave of nausea made him grab the bag and cough into it.

The flight took a few hours, so North Korea took advantage of the hours. He closed his eyes -Whenever he didn't feel too sick- and fell into a light sleep.

"You don't want the enemy to escape."

Russia's voice scowled inside North Korea's ear. North Korea's stomach tightened, and his breath quickened. "I-I can't do it!" He cried out, falling to his knees.

He could feel Russia's disapproving gaze land on him, and his head lowered. "I-I can't kill a man..."

Russia placed a firm hand on North Korea's shoulder. "I know." He whispered into his ear, making North Korea shiver. "That's why you have to be punished."

"Punished?" North Korea echoed, glancing at Russia with wide eyes. The Russian chuckled, taking the North Korean's shoulders into both of his hands.

"Da, Punish."

North Korea took a deep breath and raised the pistol, before shooting the practice dummy in the head. I don't want to be punished. He thought, licking his lips with nervousness.  Russia smiled approvingly, turning North Korea around.

Rose petals began to all, and the warm sunlight thickened into a golden yellow, the greenest of leaves swirling around them. "R-Russia?" North Korea whispered, his eyes widened as Russia leaned close, capturing North Korea's waist around his large arms. Russia's lips touched the North Korean's slightly-

No!

North Korea's head shot up, and his head whacked the seat in front of him. North Korea grumbled, rubbing his head with a gloved hand. "Are you OK, sir?" Asked a guard, making North Korea jump.

"Yes.. I'm fine." North Korea murmurs, brushing his braid back. Why did I dream of that moment? North Korea thought, then frowned. And that last part never happened!

North Korea may have had a former crush on a certain Russian. However, the crush wavered and slowly turned, until he no longer thought much of Russia. Is my crush returning? Hell, I can't be gay! Quickly, North Korea grabbed a water bottle and sipped it, allowing the cold, wet water to smooth out his dry throat. I'm probably just freaking out over these heights... I am. North Korea took a deep breath and released it, allowing it to turn into a soft sigh.

"Sir, we're almost there to China." Said another soldier, glancing at North Korea.

The North Korean choked slightly, but nodded. "Good, its late over here, so I suppose we should rest." North Korea muttered, taking out his wallet. The Leader had gave him some Chinese money so he could get himself a room at a hotel, however it might have to be a cheap hotel if North Korea wants to stay there for a while. The Korean sighed, putting it away and leaned back. Normally, North Korea would be sitting up tall with his head high up. However, the last minute plane ride had  exhausted him.