NEKO SUGAR CUBES ~ Countryhumans

~ The Fight ~

the title is a warning

North Korea got out of his classroom, still feeling embarrased. He walked through the hallway full of students. In there, he couldn't find his brother, nor his close friends, so he just walked silently in the middle of the crowd, to the stairs to go down to his class in the first floor.

When he walked on the stairs, he felt a little lightheaded. It worsened when he made it to the first floor. He kinda saw the world spun, and he almost stumbled forward. He gripped onto the handrail, to keep his balance. He opened his eyes slowly, and he was shook. Everything was a blur and in faded colours. This irritating heaviness that form in his head only making things worse. Could it be worse?

It can. Suddenly, there was a shout from behind.

"Northy! The neko!"

Oh no... not him. America, who was walking on the first floor, called North teasingly. He continued,

"Can I rub your belly? I REALLY wanna hear ya purr," America said with a screeching sound like a girl.

North suddenly straightened his back, and turned his head to America. His body slowly followed. For a second, America thought he will face a classic north korean angry face, but, now, he was terrified.

The mad cat instinct was gotten into him. North's face showed no expression but pure anger. Not annoyance, but anger. Like he was ready to kill anyone he met. His tail and ears perked upward. His eyes looked scary with his pupil just a thin vertical line on the center of his iris. North himself doesn't really know what happened. He felt full of anger, without knowing why, that make him had to take down the blur black and white flagged country in front of him.

They looked at each other. America, his head was full of questions, but he kept his expression as cool and teasing as usual. He didn't sure what he wanna do next. All he planned on was just telling a single joke, North give an angry face, and he left,... safely. Ha! What am I thinking? Even though he punched me, I will not hurt. I am unbeatable! That words flowed uncertainly through America's mind.

North Korea took a step forward. America just smirked. North walked faster to America. The korean stopped right in front America. And America still stood as tall as he can be, smirking, and prepared himself if North starts to blow.

North Korea started to saw some colours. His vision just switched back and forth, colours, grayscale, blur, and clear. Just enough to know who was in front of him. The United States. He felt nauseous and cold. He took a little effort to said, "Back off," raspy, as loud as he can, which was only can be heard by America.

"Ha! What are you gonna do? Huh?~"

"Back off, America," North repeated, a little louder this time.

"No," America said, furiously.

That word felt like an order to North Korea, for hitting the one who faced him. His vision blurred again, and he could not control his body anymore. He tried, but he can't stop anything that controlled his body that time, and he didn't have any energy to think about who or what is it. He felt being punched by someone on the stomach, but he only felt small pain.

America was defending himself when North suddenly rose and clenched his hand using his left arm, and with his boxing speciality, punched the korean hard below his chest with his right.

By doing that, the crowd suddenly placed their attention at the two boys who was going to fight. They started to shout. Some asked them to stop, and some just asked them to fight. America looked around, and ducked because of a swing of a hand heading to his head. Wow, he recovered soo quick!

Everybody was shouting around them. North Korea's head was pounding more and more when he heard those loud noises. How can I stop this? He couldn't see clear, nor feel his body fully. Ack! Did America just pulled my tail?

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

This felt wrong. Even the careless America could feel it in the fight. What kind of move is that, North? Biting my hand with your long sharp fangs?! North bited America's hand after he pulled his tail, after almost being hit. They kept fighting.

Everybody else just surrounded them. Some shouts, some just watched and wait. Nobody seems to go and tell a teacher about this.

Thank you everybody for reading, giving votes, and comments for this story. Sorry, I don't mean to offend the characters in this chapter. I make America isn't that bad, okay? He's just annoying, and good at fighting.