China had a problem; really it was a chain of problems. As any normal morning, or rather normal morning for Yao started off with a phone call from Korea. At four thirty in the morning. The younger nation would, yet again, claim his “Aniki`s breasts” for his own, and China would promptly yell at him and hang up. He would then go eat a balanced breakfast of whatever he could find in the cupboards of his kitchen. After words he would go to work, and try to calm down the other nations during their meetings by offering them some snacks. This never worked, by the way.
But this morning went differently. There was no call from Korea, no claiming of China`s breasts, no yelling at the younger nation and then hanging up on him. Which worried China greatly, had something happened to his younger brother? Despite the fact that Korea annoyed him, he cared for him dearly. He was his brother after all. It was six in the morning, and China still hadn`t received a call from Korea. Finally fed up with all the worrying, China picked up the phone and dialed Korea`s number. “You better pick up Yong Soo, or I swear, aru…” China muttered to himself as the line rang.
The line stopped ringing and was instead replaced with a tired, groggy voice, “Hello, da ze?”
“Korea, are you alright, aru?” China asked, a small, relieved sigh escaping from his lips.
“Aniki?!” Korea`s tired voice was now gone and replaced with his energetic voice that China was used to hearing. “Why did you call me, da ze?”
“B – Because, aru. You didn`t call me this morning like you usually do, aru.” China muttered, slightly embarrassed that he was telling the younger nation that he had actually worried about him.
“Ah, I was too tired, da ze. I went to a concert last night.” Silence. A concert? China didn`t even know why Korea was at a concert.
“Why would you go to a concert, aru?”
“Because, my favorite Korea hip hop boy band came into town, da ze!” Korea answered happily as he began to sing one of their songs in Korean.
China blocked out the sound of Korea`s horrible singing as he thought about what the younger boy had said. ‘What is a hip hop boy band?’ he asked himself.
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And that`s why he had a problem now. China was feeling… old. And not just old, like his back and his knees like he usually did when he was working out. But, old – old. The kind of old that when you`re walking down the street the younger generation whisper to each other about how old and un-cool you are. He felt out of the loop.
Well, he wouldn`t feel out of the loop any longer! China now knew what he had to do. He had to become cool again. But he would need some help from the one person he`d rather not ask.
Yong Soo.
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