Part two, суки
Y/N is back, and trapped in the middle of World War Three, with her boyfriend- North Korea. It's their new Communist Bloc versus America and NATO. And if they lose, it's not just Y/N who will suffer this time.
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"Hey," Y/N said to North.
They were laying in bed, her back to his chest, while she played with her stuffed qilin. Gifted to her by North, it had a golden cloth body, with a red mane, claws, and two antlers.
"What?" North asked, semi-groggily.
"What should I name him?"
That woke him up. "Why would you name the stuffed animal?"
"I couldn't afford many 'stuffed animals' growing up." It had been awhile since she had learned a new Korean word, let alone two. "Let me have this."
"I'm not helping you name an inanimate object."
"Okay then," she hummed. "How about Kim-"
"Absolutely not."
She sighed. "So you won't think of a name, but you will limit my options?"
"I am going to kick you out of our room," North growled in her ear.
He was silent as she played with the qilin's antlers, then- "Seung-hyuk."
Y/N wrinkled her nose. "Bad name."
The Countryhuman sighed heavily. "I'm playing along. At least accept my suggestions."
"Get better suggestions." She stared at portraits of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il over the futon. "General?"
North growled. "Stop trying to name it after my leaders."
"Oh come on!" she complained. "It's so vague."
"Call it another vague word, then," he huffed. "Just name it 'comrade' or something."
"That's perfect!" Y/N rolled over to face North. "You actually came up with a good name."
"Stop sounding so surprised." North narrowed his eye at her. "I'm creative."
"Well, I wouldn't call it creative-"
North pulled the pillow from under his bed, and placed it on her face. "Go to sleep, or I start suffocating you."
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The next morning, Palestine didn't attend breakfast, instead heading straight back to the mosque.
"Are you sure you won't eat?" SH asked worriedly in the lobby.
Palestine gently smiled. "There's no point in eating if I'm not going to be alive in a few days. I do not want to waste your food."
SH had awkwardly let him and Hwang go, the province bombarding the republic with questions about his religion and culture.
"Is it okay that he's telling Hwang about that?" Y/N asked North.
