Post by ukraine on Jul 3, 2011 17:08:45 GMT -5
The walk back to the border seemed longer than it really was. Ukraine was overwhelmed with negative emotions. She felt upset that she hadn’t been able to talk any sense into North Korea, angry at herself for even trying when it was completely useless, and embarrassed that she had gotten so emotional in front of him. All in all, she couldn’t wait to get back across the border to South Korea, home of the more reasonable Korean sibling.
“I suppose it ends here,” Sang Kyu was saying, glaring at the South Koreans on the other side of the border. “Those guards are waiting for you, I suppose. They will take you back.”
Sofiya nodded. “Thank you for listening.”
The words came out wrong. In a way, they weren’t true; North Korea hadn’t listened to what she had to say. He had heard her words, but he hadn’t considered them. He had immediately assumed that she was just a weak, interfering foreigner who wanted to make him as vulnerable as she was. And in a way, they were too stiff. Ukraine didn’t usually do stiff. She tended to be very forthright with her emotions, not the sort to try to hide them and cover anything up with fake politeness. But she also didn’t blatantly shove her opinions down others’ throats, and sometimes she did have to hide behind politeness, like any other nation.
There was an awkward silence. What did you say to someone with whom you’d just had a bitter argument about a controversial topic?
“I know you mean well, but I just don’t think it will work for me,” said North Korea.
There it was again, that veil of diplomacy – or some might call it lies – that so often sprang up between nations. Ukraine didn’t bother to reply. There was no point in pressing the topic further.
“Take care.”
“Thank you,” said Sofiya. “You, too.”
She stepped across the border again and followed the South Korean guards back into their own territory.
It will be nice to get back home, she though.
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((OOC: I guess this is it, then. It's been great threading with you!))[/color]
“I suppose it ends here,” Sang Kyu was saying, glaring at the South Koreans on the other side of the border. “Those guards are waiting for you, I suppose. They will take you back.”
Sofiya nodded. “Thank you for listening.”
The words came out wrong. In a way, they weren’t true; North Korea hadn’t listened to what she had to say. He had heard her words, but he hadn’t considered them. He had immediately assumed that she was just a weak, interfering foreigner who wanted to make him as vulnerable as she was. And in a way, they were too stiff. Ukraine didn’t usually do stiff. She tended to be very forthright with her emotions, not the sort to try to hide them and cover anything up with fake politeness. But she also didn’t blatantly shove her opinions down others’ throats, and sometimes she did have to hide behind politeness, like any other nation.
There was an awkward silence. What did you say to someone with whom you’d just had a bitter argument about a controversial topic?
“I know you mean well, but I just don’t think it will work for me,” said North Korea.
There it was again, that veil of diplomacy – or some might call it lies – that so often sprang up between nations. Ukraine didn’t bother to reply. There was no point in pressing the topic further.
“Take care.”
“Thank you,” said Sofiya. “You, too.”
She stepped across the border again and followed the South Korean guards back into their own territory.
It will be nice to get back home, she though.
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((OOC: I guess this is it, then. It's been great threading with you!))[/color]