Repairing Our Relationship

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I can't draw hands :')

As you can see, I tried a different lighting thing for the bottom of the eyes. I don't like it :'3

Sorry if there is two April Fools chapters. Idk what happened and it only shows one when I try to fix it :/

Also, why do I get ideas and motivation at fricking night?!

North Korea POV

I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I didn't want to do anything when I had gotten home, so I threw my backpack on the floor and flopped onto my bed.

I knew I had homework to do, but right now I don't give a frick if I complete it or not. My stomach grumbled. I sighed and sat up. I really didn't want to eat right now but my body says otherwise.

I slid off my bed and walked into the hallway and down the stairs. On my way through the living room, my doorbell rang. I was confused for a moment, but then assumed it was probably Soviet Union, Russia, China, Martial Law, Indonesia, or South Korea. They're the only ones besides the organisations who know where I live. At least, I think.

I walked over to my door and opened it. I was expecting to see one of my friends or my brother, but instead I saw Panama smirking down at me. I widened my eye and froze. "Hello, North Korea. Happy to see me?" His smirk grew wider.

"H-How did you find my house..?" I stuttered.

Panama chuckled. "Well, North, it's really simple. We already knew where South lives so we just knocked on the doors of the houses next to him. Just so happens this is the first one we came to."

"We..?"

Panama stepped aside to show Sweden and Honduras. "Nice to see you again, North." Sweden grinned.

I quickly tried to slam my door but Panama shoved it open before I could. Honduras handed him something. "Hold him down." Panama commanded.

Sweden rushed forward and forced me to the floor. I struggled on the ground, trying to get free. To no one's surprise it didn't work. Panama crouched down next to me. "Honduras, come on," he motioned Honduras crouch down next to him.

Honduras listened. "What are you going to do with that? It's just some cookie with buckwheat I added in." She said.

I stiffened at the sound of buckwheat. "Exactly! Bolivia told me after school that North here is allergic to buckwheat." Panama responded.

"Aren't you worried about the consequences?" Honduras asked after a pause.

"What do you mean?"

"About the severity of his allergic reaction. You don't know how he'll react to it. I've heard stories where bullies did this exact thing and the poor kid ended up dying."

"If he dies it'll be good. No one wants him here anyway."

"I-I don't wanna die..." I cried. Tears had formed and were running down my cheeks. I didn't know if I'll die or not, my family found out I was allergic when I was a toddler. My mom told me that it'll get worse as I get older. Since I've always avoided eating buckwheat, I don't know what my reaction will be.

"No one cares what you want!" Panama shouted.

I started crying louder. Honduras looked really guilty and started reaching for me. Panama smacked her hand away. "Don't touch him."

Panama turned to Sweden. "Open his mouth," he turned to Honduras, "hold him down."

Honduras hesitantly took Sweden's spot in holding me down. She mouthed, "I'm sorry," to me. Sweden opened my mouth (ew, unsanitary) while I tried moving my head away.