Post by North Korea on Nov 30, 2011 1:28:37 GMT -5
If he had wanted to hide his displeasure, it was certainly far too late now. By now even the gleeful Russian had noticed that Sang Kyu wasn’t all too happy with the idea of another war so soon. The Korean first noticed it in the way the other looked at him—that first faltering of the seemingly ever-present smile that appeared when the Soviet got started on the explanation of a grand scheme. Then a hint of another expression on the other’s face…Was that sympathy he was seeing? And at last, the look of curiosity that was written over the Soviet’s features as he peered back at the Korean.
“What do you mean, Sang Kyu? I’m always sure. I never doubt myself.”
The corner of Sang Kyu’s mouth twitched just a little. For a moment, he did have second thoughts. Maybe he did owe Ivan something. After all, the man had helped him get through a war that he very well could have lost if not for the support the USSR had given him. But then again, here he was trying to pull him into another one. Wasn’t it a bit much to ask for North Korea to repay his comrade by joining another war? No way was he going to let himself feel obligated to do such a thing. He could probably just ship the Soviet a crate of vodka and he’d be happy with it.
“Aww, but Sang Kyu, have I ever given you a reason to not trust my judgment?” Ivan chimed, taking another swig of the vodka. Despite how Ivan had intended the answer to that question to be no, Sang Kyu couldn’t help but feel that, yes, right now he was not trusting the other’s judgment. How could Ivan possibly know what was best for his country right now? How could he even think that North Korea might be ready to take on another task like this so soon? Even with a recovery period, Sang Kyu had doubts that morale would be high enough for soldiers to be effective in combat.
And yet, the Soviet did have some good points… “Look at where my plans have gotten me… I am a global power now. I got to be the strongest nation in the world by following my own advice, so it must be good, да?”
“I suppose that’s true…” the Korean admitted, nudging his tea cup so that surface of the tea rippled. The tea itself was cold by now; it hadn’t taken long for it to lose its warmth to the chill of the room. “You wouldn’t be so powerful if you didn’t know what you were doing, obviously.” He hoped none of that had sounded offending in any way. Sang Kyu didn’t want the other thinking that he didn’t trust him to know what he was doing.“How else would you have gotten to be so powerful? It’s a wonder that the American even thinks he can challenge you…” And yet, even the American must have some inkling of what he was doing, or else he was just very, very lucky.
“But… if you need more rest then I suppose we could wait and amass more power for our plan. Wars are fun, but they can be painful too, and I know that fighting on your land must not feel so good. Is that why you are hesitant?” Ivan’s eyes were on him again.
Sang Kyu nodded, letting out a sigh. At least Ivan was understanding. “The pain is too fresh to imagine another war right now.” And it was. He woke up daily aching and sore, and regardless of how much he moved, or stretched, or rested, or even which painkillers he took, the feeling would never fade. There were a still a few especially tender spots that he was careful to avoid bumping and refused to let others touch.
“Besides,” he continued, just to show that he was open to the idea, perhaps, just not so soon. “With more time in between, wouldn’t that give us more time to plan? More time to amass supplies and the like, as you said, as well as possibly gain a few more allies? We could use that time to plan a fool-proof first strike.”
“What do you mean, Sang Kyu? I’m always sure. I never doubt myself.”
The corner of Sang Kyu’s mouth twitched just a little. For a moment, he did have second thoughts. Maybe he did owe Ivan something. After all, the man had helped him get through a war that he very well could have lost if not for the support the USSR had given him. But then again, here he was trying to pull him into another one. Wasn’t it a bit much to ask for North Korea to repay his comrade by joining another war? No way was he going to let himself feel obligated to do such a thing. He could probably just ship the Soviet a crate of vodka and he’d be happy with it.
“Aww, but Sang Kyu, have I ever given you a reason to not trust my judgment?” Ivan chimed, taking another swig of the vodka. Despite how Ivan had intended the answer to that question to be no, Sang Kyu couldn’t help but feel that, yes, right now he was not trusting the other’s judgment. How could Ivan possibly know what was best for his country right now? How could he even think that North Korea might be ready to take on another task like this so soon? Even with a recovery period, Sang Kyu had doubts that morale would be high enough for soldiers to be effective in combat.
And yet, the Soviet did have some good points… “Look at where my plans have gotten me… I am a global power now. I got to be the strongest nation in the world by following my own advice, so it must be good, да?”
“I suppose that’s true…” the Korean admitted, nudging his tea cup so that surface of the tea rippled. The tea itself was cold by now; it hadn’t taken long for it to lose its warmth to the chill of the room. “You wouldn’t be so powerful if you didn’t know what you were doing, obviously.” He hoped none of that had sounded offending in any way. Sang Kyu didn’t want the other thinking that he didn’t trust him to know what he was doing.“How else would you have gotten to be so powerful? It’s a wonder that the American even thinks he can challenge you…” And yet, even the American must have some inkling of what he was doing, or else he was just very, very lucky.
“But… if you need more rest then I suppose we could wait and amass more power for our plan. Wars are fun, but they can be painful too, and I know that fighting on your land must not feel so good. Is that why you are hesitant?” Ivan’s eyes were on him again.
Sang Kyu nodded, letting out a sigh. At least Ivan was understanding. “The pain is too fresh to imagine another war right now.” And it was. He woke up daily aching and sore, and regardless of how much he moved, or stretched, or rested, or even which painkillers he took, the feeling would never fade. There were a still a few especially tender spots that he was careful to avoid bumping and refused to let others touch.
“Besides,” he continued, just to show that he was open to the idea, perhaps, just not so soon. “With more time in between, wouldn’t that give us more time to plan? More time to amass supplies and the like, as you said, as well as possibly gain a few more allies? We could use that time to plan a fool-proof first strike.”