Repairing Our Relationship

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GAH! Sorry for not getting this chapter out sooner, I had multiple mental breakdowns writing this chapter because I had no idea what to do.

I apologize if this chapter is super cringey or just doesn't make sense over all.

I've noticed North Korea isn't as mean or hateful as he is in my head. I'll try to change that the rest of the story.

South Korea P.O.V.

The school day had ended and I was walking home as I always do. Alone. Like always.

When North Korea and I were younger, we used to walk to and from school together. Every activity we would do together until he... changed.

It was during the Cold War between The Soviet Union and The United States of America. We had been out walking one day and I had to go to the bathroom. Once I got back he was talking to this tall country.

His skin was red and he had the hammer and sickle symbol on the top left of his head. I recognized him immediately. It was Soviet Union, and I didn't like him one bit. The whole communist thing just didn't settle well in my mind. I was more of a fan of capitalism.

I was speed-walking over to my brother to pull him away when The Soviet Union reached his hand out, as if making a deal. His mouth moved but I couldn't hear anything.

It was getting dark out and no one else was on the street. I wanted to get home and better yet-get away from that communist.

I continued to walk briskly to my brother when I felt a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I turned around and the red, white, and blue country stood behind me.

"You are now a capitalist. Come with me."

I turned around to get my brother. He had shaken hands with the tall country and his flag was changing.

"Korea!"

My brother turned towards me and we both tried running to each other. The Soviet Union grabbed North and America grabbed me. Both of the stronger nations dragged us away as we tried to break free of their grasp and reunite.

I remember seeing North's tear stained face just as his flag finished changing, and was starting to feel mine change as well. A couple seconds pass of me trying to break free of America's grip when I realized I couldn't see my brother anymore.

I shook my head and sighed. Years have passed since that incident and since the Cold War ended. America and I are best friends, and he apologized for dragging me away like that all those years ago.

I had gotten used to my new life and the name South Korea. North Korea is no longer under the rule of Soviet Union, now is a nation and operating himself, but is still allies with Soviet.

I haven't changed at all since we separated, and always dreamed of meeting my brother again and staying the same besties as we were all those years ago. But now he's so cold to me; pushes me away, and wants nothing to do with me.

I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes as I unlocked my front door. Before I entered I looked to my left. North was my neighbor, at least. It's better than nothing.

I opened the door and entered my house, locking it behind me. I gazed around my living room and wanted to clean it. I had been so tired the past few weeks; I never got the chance to clean up all the clothes and crumbs on the floor.

It honestly looked like I had a party.
I hung my backpack up on the kitchen chair and cooked some food. I ate alone at my table and sighed.

The silence of my house bothered me. It just didn't seem right. I always started feeling a pang of sadness because it reminded me of my brother and I's separation.