Warring Pyongyang // Reader x Countryhumans

Snowed In

    Hae and North had been right. The swirling snow had quickly snowballed into a full-blown blizzard, covering the ground outside in several feet of the white stuff by the next morning, only piling higher over the next few days.

     Y/N thought that Ryanggang and Hae might be going stir-crazy. The two rural provinces spent all day immersing themselves in the various potted plants and flowers that decorated the lobby, brought inside back in fall to help Ryanggang deal with the winter snows.

   North had been on the phone all day, probably arranging winter accommodations for the soldiers staying by the DMZ (not exactly demilitarized anymore). China and CCCP had been doing the same- directing their soldiers in the skirmishes in the West.

    Y/N was walking the halls, bored. She had ascended and descended the stairs about four times now, driven from her room by the snow lashing against the windows, and freezing her out.

    Shivering, she hugged her coarse red sweater around her. Her breath was creating small steam clouds in the cold air of the high-rise.

     'It's only December,' she moaned internally. 'What's January going to be like?'

    She had reached the fifth floor, prepared to turn around for another set of walking downstairs, when she ran into someone.

    "Oh, Y/N." SH stepped back slightly, smiling. She had almost run into her. The Provincehuman was carrying two large bowls. "I've been looking for you."

   "You have?" Y/N blinked.

    "Yeah, come on." The Provincehuman started for Hae's room, right next to the stairs to the sixth floor. "We're having a viewing."

    'A viewing?'

    Curious now, Y/N followed SH, getting the door for her. The province smiled gratefully, walking in to set her bowls down on the floor.

    "Took you long enough," Russia remarked. He was lying on his stomach on the floor, hugging one of Hae's pink pillows.

   The farming province's entire room was patterned in light pink and white, from the white paper walls, embossed with pink flowers, to her pink and white futon.

    "Popped corn takes awhile," SH chided, taking a seat on another white cushion.

     "Not if it's instant." The Slav plunged his hand into the bowl, tossing some of the popped kernels in his mouth.

    "Ah don't think ah trust instant popped corn," Hae said suspiciously. "'Specially if it's in a bag, like ya say."

    "Дедушка says bagged popcorn causes cancer," Krim chirped cheerily. The little oblast was wrapped in Hae's futon cover, her striped face peeking out.

     "Not even Пап can keep me away from popcorn," Russia announced. "Now come on- start the show."

     Y/N took a seat where SH beckoned- on a cushion between her and Hae.

    "You found her," Russia said, noticing the woman for the first time.

    Y/N had a theory that the Soviet republic had such a loud presence that it blocked out quieter ones, like hers, until he could actually get a visual.

    "Finally." SH took out a disc, slipping it into a movie player. "I didn't think that you'd be wandering the stairs."

    "I was cold." Y/N blushed. She didn't want to admit that the howling blizzard had scared her slightly, and the staircase was one of the few places with no windows.