NEKO SUGAR CUBES ~ Countryhumans

~The Car Radio~

South Korea and North Korea were on their way back home. The street was on it's usual situation. Not really crowdy, not absolutely quiet. South Korea got both of his hands on the steering wheel. He carefully drove the car back into their house.

North Korea sat beside the driver's seat. He leaned onto the car seat. His head turned to the window. Looking outside, as the trees and another objects silently said 'hello' with their big shiny eyes and wide smile.

The old and happy rain tree waved it's wrinkly branch.

The wooden bench opened his hands widely, asking for a hug.

Or the white blocks of painted woods that joined their hands together to form a beautiful fence.

...

Wait...

"South?"

"I'm driving, North," South Korea said.

"I think I've gone mad," North said. "I hope I can take a nap when we're home. My head kinda hurts."

South Korea took a glance at the little digital clock on the car radio.

Well, now is three and a half hours before the hour North drank the potion. He should be fine....

This is nothing but a regular headache.... This is not the potion....

He's going to be alright~

"What was that, South?"

South Korea was a little startled.

"N... nothing."

"Brother, get inside the driving line, South! Oh God!"

Their car will move even farther from the position it has to be, if North didn't immediately took off his seatbelt so his short asian hand could hold onto the steering wheel to turn it a little.

South Korea was breathing faster than he was before. He held the steering wheel again, and North slowly sat back on his seat, putting his seatbelt on.

"Sorry...," South said, not losing his glance on the road in front of him.

"You should take a rest, South," North Korea said.

They drove safely to their home, after it.

Time skip. In their house.

"I'm hungry," South Korea whined, after he just changed his clothes.

"I've made the breakfast. Now it's your turn to make the lunch," North Korea said. His headache has gone since the got inside the house.

"Yeah! I'm going to the kitchen," South said, walking exitedly to the kitchen.

North Korea just sat on the sofa and scrolled through his phone.

South Korea made it to the kitchen. He went to the fridge. When he walked, his gaze stopped upon the table. On it, was a jar of the neko sugar cubes. South Korea suddenly turned sad and down. He gulped it down. He took the jar, opened the kitchen cabinet below the table, placed the jar inside, and closed it fastly. South took a deep breath, and got back to the fridge.

There were some eggs. In the jar on the table, there were some garlics and onions. South walked to a bag of rice, to know it was full of white beads of rice. Just need some salt and pepper, and a little soy sauce, and he could make his favorite meal when he was young. An omelette with rice and black sweet soy sauce. (this is actually my favorite food when I was young :D)

He started cooking. Cooked the rice, fried the egg, and serve it in the plates.

South Korea, carrying those two plates, walked to the dining table. He served the meal, and called his brother. Which was not hard, because North was hungry too. They ate their lunch like they usually did. Silently feeling blessed.

Thanks for reading, readers! See you in the next chapter.