Maybe We Aren't So Different (America and North Korea Hetalia)

The World Meeting (North Korea POV)

Today was the World Meeting. The meeting where every single nation around the globe come together all under one roof and discuss world issues and such. I on the other hand never come to these meetings. I have more important matters to discuss then deal with some idiot nations that don't shut up at all. Though, I decided to come this year because I hate to admit it but my country is struggling. Not that long ago I was known as the smallest country or at least one of the smallest to stand up to and threaten the terrible country of America. Now I am known for absolutely nothing. Ever since dear leader died my people haven't been the same. They saw him as a god, a celestial being, their savior. That was exactly what he was. A mortal god who died to soon. As soon as I walked into the meeting room I was greeted with some looks of shock and pity. No nation besides Russia has seen me in around a decade. After dear leader was assassinated I shut myself down. No nation knew what was going on in my country and honestly, that's how it should be. I took my seat next to a group of small and not well known countries... One of these countries goes by the name of Laos. Me and Laos have known each other for many years... We share the same views on socialism but that's about it. She doesn't really talk to anyone and is too shy to stand up for herself. I almost pity her; when I was her age I was the same way. She's not a mature nation yet and that's noticable when the nations talk about weapons and the military. I looked even more pitiful then her at this meeting. That's until one of my worse enemies came into the meeting, late of course. It was not other then Alfred
F. Jones. America himself.