Korea?
Title: Korea?
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): North Korea and South Korea.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Twincest.
Summary: Umm, basically North Korea is lost in thought thinking about who is Korea, him or South Korea, or did Korea just die 60 years ago when they were split into two different governments.
I'm sitting on his bed and I look away as he undresses as I unbraid my hair. He is lean and fit, body filled out in a flattering way. I look down. I'm thin, I've lost my muscles as my body grips at anything for nourishment. I hate it!
Anger, hatred surged through me. Why was he so much better than me? Why does he get food to eat and I don't? I stood up and grabbed him by the hair, violently tossing him onto the bed. He hissed a bit, but didn't cry out. He was used to it. Used to my violence and hatred toward him.
I plunged into him. He whines. Nothing new. This too he is used to. He smirks up at me and I recognize the smugness of it. It's his way of saying 'If you hate me so much, then why do you insist on doing this?' In response, I thrust hard into him and he screams out, much to my satisfaction, which now gives me a smirk, the twin of his.
But why am I doing this? For qi, of course. Yes yes, for qi. I take his jing and make my qi. At least that's what I tell myself. I'm dying, I know that I am, but maybe this way I can last just a little longer, maybe I can become strong again, maybe... But I'm tired. So very tired.
This is why I do it, because despite my hatred for him... is it even him that I hate? I don't know, but despite all that, I am exhausted and I want to be whole and big and strong again. I want to be one, not two. I want it all back, not share it with that imposter. Yes! He is the imposter, not me, but why, why does everyone see him and everyone forgets me?
He is not Korea, I am! Or... no... Korea died a long time ago. Korea is no more. Korea is gone, but... I remember what Korea remembers and it's so vivid too! I remember the emotions so well, as if I am reliving the moment all over again. I remember how lost and scared Korea felt as he walked and walked in that wilderness. There was no one insight and he was alone, so very alone, until he saw the smiling face of a man that was not a man. "Hello, I am China and who are you?" This nation asked and Korea replied. "I am Korea and I am lost. Help me?" The tears were welling up in his eyes, but brother China smiled so gently that Korea's heart fluttered, and I gasped, I don't know if it was from a good spot that I hit in him or the memory of Korea's heart fluttering in joy at that smile.
A few years went by and I remember Korea being told that he was going to meet a new little brother, Japan is his name. Korea shouts and grins in joy. "Someone to play with! Thank you, big brother!" I can feel that excitement cruise through my body and I smile from the feeling. It was such a rare feeling, but it was nice.
Centuries pass and I feel pain in my throat. Korea is screaming in my memories. His dear sweet little brother Japan is invading Korea, killing all that got in his way. I can feel the heartbreak, the despair, the hurt from the betrayal. "Brother, why?!" Korea screams.
I look down at those same brown eyes, same nose, same lips and as I thrust hard into him, who is essentially me, I wonder, does he remember what I remember or are these memories just the overactive imagination of a dying nation?
Am I Korea or is he Korea? All recognize him and all forget me. Are they right and am I wrong? Or is it simply politics. He is a democratic and I am a communist. The west finds more benefits from him than me, so they recognize him and ignore me. They don't even talk to me, but I don't talk to them either.
With one last violent thrust into him, I grunt and I release, both my ejaculation and my qi. He releases moments later and I absorb his jing.
"Score for the nation with the Seoul! I out lasted you again!" Though he was panting, he was cheering and I knew that if his muscles weren't tired from the orgasm, he would be on the bed dancing. "Of course you did, you imposter freak! You were on the bottom taking it like a woman." I smacked him on the back of the head. "Jealous!"
We are over 2000 years old, but act so immaturely, because we are not Korea, we are the North and we are the South, and we are 60 years old.
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): North Korea and South Korea.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Twincest.
Summary: Umm, basically North Korea is lost in thought thinking about who is Korea, him or South Korea, or did Korea just die 60 years ago when they were split into two different governments.
I'm sitting on his bed and I look away as he undresses as I unbraid my hair. He is lean and fit, body filled out in a flattering way. I look down. I'm thin, I've lost my muscles as my body grips at anything for nourishment. I hate it!
Anger, hatred surged through me. Why was he so much better than me? Why does he get food to eat and I don't? I stood up and grabbed him by the hair, violently tossing him onto the bed. He hissed a bit, but didn't cry out. He was used to it. Used to my violence and hatred toward him.
I plunged into him. He whines. Nothing new. This too he is used to. He smirks up at me and I recognize the smugness of it. It's his way of saying 'If you hate me so much, then why do you insist on doing this?' In response, I thrust hard into him and he screams out, much to my satisfaction, which now gives me a smirk, the twin of his.
But why am I doing this? For qi, of course. Yes yes, for qi. I take his jing and make my qi. At least that's what I tell myself. I'm dying, I know that I am, but maybe this way I can last just a little longer, maybe I can become strong again, maybe... But I'm tired. So very tired.
This is why I do it, because despite my hatred for him... is it even him that I hate? I don't know, but despite all that, I am exhausted and I want to be whole and big and strong again. I want to be one, not two. I want it all back, not share it with that imposter. Yes! He is the imposter, not me, but why, why does everyone see him and everyone forgets me?
He is not Korea, I am! Or... no... Korea died a long time ago. Korea is no more. Korea is gone, but... I remember what Korea remembers and it's so vivid too! I remember the emotions so well, as if I am reliving the moment all over again. I remember how lost and scared Korea felt as he walked and walked in that wilderness. There was no one insight and he was alone, so very alone, until he saw the smiling face of a man that was not a man. "Hello, I am China and who are you?" This nation asked and Korea replied. "I am Korea and I am lost. Help me?" The tears were welling up in his eyes, but brother China smiled so gently that Korea's heart fluttered, and I gasped, I don't know if it was from a good spot that I hit in him or the memory of Korea's heart fluttering in joy at that smile.
A few years went by and I remember Korea being told that he was going to meet a new little brother, Japan is his name. Korea shouts and grins in joy. "Someone to play with! Thank you, big brother!" I can feel that excitement cruise through my body and I smile from the feeling. It was such a rare feeling, but it was nice.
Centuries pass and I feel pain in my throat. Korea is screaming in my memories. His dear sweet little brother Japan is invading Korea, killing all that got in his way. I can feel the heartbreak, the despair, the hurt from the betrayal. "Brother, why?!" Korea screams.
I look down at those same brown eyes, same nose, same lips and as I thrust hard into him, who is essentially me, I wonder, does he remember what I remember or are these memories just the overactive imagination of a dying nation?
Am I Korea or is he Korea? All recognize him and all forget me. Are they right and am I wrong? Or is it simply politics. He is a democratic and I am a communist. The west finds more benefits from him than me, so they recognize him and ignore me. They don't even talk to me, but I don't talk to them either.
With one last violent thrust into him, I grunt and I release, both my ejaculation and my qi. He releases moments later and I absorb his jing.
"Score for the nation with the Seoul! I out lasted you again!" Though he was panting, he was cheering and I knew that if his muscles weren't tired from the orgasm, he would be on the bed dancing. "Of course you did, you imposter freak! You were on the bottom taking it like a woman." I smacked him on the back of the head. "Jealous!"
We are over 2000 years old, but act so immaturely, because we are not Korea, we are the North and we are the South, and we are 60 years old.