Gwangbokjeol - Let's Celebrate! [OPEN]

[South Korea]

Three months had passed since the discovery of North Korea's torpedo sinking the ROKS Cheonan and closing trade with North Korea. North Korea had retaliated as Yong knew his twin would, and abrogated the non-agression pact between their countries. It was one step closer to war. His twin's boss had still been tossing all kinds of warnings and testing missles reguardless of possible repurcussions and Yong Soo was beginning to fear for him.

Yong had been devastated with the full seperation from his twin, finding himself watching the DMZ at nights hidden in shadow, just wondering what in Hell his twin was thinking, fists clenching, teeth grinding, it had to be his boss, it just HAD to be and it pissed Yong off to no end. They were all just 'tools' for their bosses to use as they wished, reguardless of who it angered or hurt, reguardless if it was immoral or inhuman.

Yong would think back to the days of the Korean War, when his boss at the time, Syngman Rhee, had ordered the prisoners of Busan excecuted. He had been horrified and disgusted at such an order yet there he had been, gun raised against the commies. Country men or not, they were still just fucking commies...

Or at least that was what he kept telling himself. The ends always justified the means in this case and he swore he would never regret nor would he forget either. They were all a part of him now, the good and the bad and that was never going to change.

In the meantime, Yong had tried to bury himself in his work. He continued to work with his biochemists on vaccinations, direct propaganda to keep the people of his country from surcombing to their fear, and working on modifications for the anti-missle technology America had given him. He had changed so much in the past three months. No matter how much he tried to mask it with smiles and humor, his people were starting to notice the change in him. He would just shrug off their concerns and claim he was just grumpy cause he hadn't gotten laid in several months, but even his attempts at humor seemed somewhat fake, even to him.

Perhaps that was why he was called once again to his boss' office and once again he found himself propped in the chair in front of his desk. His chin rested in his hand as he watched Lee with faint interest, his dark hair was ruffled and poked out like an anime character, he was to busy to worry about stuff like that, but Lee knew his nation was troubled. The usual Yong would be smoothing back his hair and flashing him his usual smile. Plus it didn't help his case his Korean Spirit had been limp and unlively as of late.

"I bet you're wondering why I called you in today Yong..." Lee began. Yong met his gaze a faint smile on his lips.

"I take it you want me to do something of course....or someone?" Yong raised an inquisitive brow.

Lee was slightly caught off guard but recomposed himself quickly, "Ah well no... Gwangbokjeol (Liberation Day) is coming up upon us quick"

Yong Soo blinked. He wasn't expecting that. True their nation's National holiday (and his birthday) was fast approaching but he had no idea that would warrent a summons from him, well unless he wanted him to help with the celebration plans. Yong smiled as he sat up in his chair "I'd be happy to help sir! Where should I start?"

"I would like for you to take a few days off. Relax...enjoy the holiday." Lee folded his hands in front of him.

Yong blinked, caught off guard once again "Sir?"

Lee sighed, but held the nation's gaze, "You need a break Yong, you've been stressing yourself too hard over..."

"With all due respect sir..." Yong Soo interupted, "I'm fine..."

"No you're not." His boss pointed at his Korean Spirit "You're relieved for the next few days, enjoy the holidays and get some rest."


"But sir..."

"I need you at your peak condition Yong Soo. Especially if we are at a threat for war. I can handle things from here."

So THAT was it. Lee was worried he would be incapable of handling going to war. Yong's eyes narrowed at the thought. He fought hands on in the Korean War, what made him think he would back down again? Regaurdless if he fought his siblings he would still fight, he would still spy, he would still 'kill'. War was war and Yong was at his 'peak' condition.

However a break did sound rather appealing to him.

A smile touched his lips, a grin forming on his spirit as well "Very well sir. I take it you'll contact me if anything happens?"

"Of course. Oh...and Happy Birthday Yong Soo" Lee smiled back at his nation.

"Thank you sir."

**************
And so Yong returned home and took a long relaxing shower, his spirit already beginning to regain some of its joy at the thought of his birthday approaching. What should he do? He knew the day would be full of celebration, but now he had the time to celebrate in his own way. That's it! He would throw a party! And invite some of his other friends and allies to come visit him and bask in the festivities of Gwangbokjeol. His face brightening with his uplifting mood. He would deffinately love the company and what better a way to get over this dark rut he had been wading through?

He tied a towel around his waist and ran his fingers back through his dark locks, pushing the damp strands away from his face as he crossed over to his desk where his laptop sat. He sat in the chair and slipped in close to the desk, drawing up the menu and pulling up his email.

He sent a mass email to the addresses in his list, the more people the merrier. He hoped they would all be able to visit, he knew how the others could be busy with their own affairs, but even then they would likely be tempted to take a break. After hitting send Yong Soo leaned back in his chair and glanced over the pictures he had on his desk. There were several of him visiting other countries, Standing under the Eiffle Tower in France, pointing at Stone Henge with a goofey grin on his face, riding the London Eye. There was one of him and Alfred posing with some of their soldiers during one of their training excersises. These were all happy times for him, better days for him.

His gaze then lingered on a certain photo by his laptop, it was him and his family. Aniki was there as well as Taiwan, Hong Kong and ugh...even Japan. His Twin was there as well, smiling back at him.... well sure the thing was photoshopped to all Hell, but at least they all seemed happy.

Yong sighed and shook his head. Someday they would take a picture together. One he wouldn't have to modify. He glanced back at the photo with him and Alfred, a smile that could rival the Grinch curling upon his lips. He pulled up his email once more and created a new account, opening a new document. It wouldn't hurt to mess with his good friend Alfred would it? He smirked as he typed away at the keyboard.

'Hello to you!

My name is Olga Weikertogleschmidt and I have been watch you in post. I think you very handsome and I would love to go your country. I looking for husband to take me away and make dream come true. I am good cook and I wash all your clothes for you! I also virgin so you teach me as you like, yes? I willing to do as wish.

If you interested, please send mail back! I will then send pic of me in my sexy panties

I wait patiently for reply!

your possible wife,
Olga W.

Yong broke out laughing as he sent the mail to Alfred, he always did silly things like this and America always handled his jokes better than most (You should have seen what he tried to send Kiku about naughty school girls) After finally calming down he managed to catch a glimpse of his sent file. His smile soon faded and his jaw dropped open, eyes widening in shock...he had accidentally sent the mail to Russia by mistake.

"Shit." Yong Soo gapped at the mail but after a few brief moments broke out into laughter again. Tears stung his eyes and his chest heaved as he laughed, it felt so good since it had been so long since he genuinly found something so amusing. He just hoped Ivan had a good sense of humor.

He quickly signed into his own account as he collected himself again and typed a quick email to Ivan


You'll be coming to my party right Comrade? ;D
XOXOXO
YSI

Yong smirked. No regrets, he thought with a chuckle, just as life should be. He then got up to get dressed and hoped the others would be inclined to attend his celebration.

[unitedstates]

Clickclackclickclack. America’s fingers flew over his keyboard, typing letter after letter to congressmen, senators, his boss… It was actually getting rather exhausting. He’d been working all day- a lot had happened in the country recently. One e-mail to was to Judge Walker, assuring him that he was doing the right thing in interpreting the Constitution the way he did (though there was a thought, deep in his head, that rejected every notion of gay marriage, chanting Bible verse after Bible verse). Another was trying to reassure the head of the Boy Scouts of America that no, the President was not offended by the recent Jamboree debacle, and yes, he was sorry.

As Alfred F. Jones, he was known as the fresh-faced Presidential aide, the one who always had smiles for everyone and seemed to retain every detail he learned about someone, even if that person could not recall ever telling him whatever thing Jones had just alluded to. Being an aide afforded Alfred the anonymity of position to keep his actual identity a secret, while still providing an excuse for his total access to the White House. It was a seemingly perfect cover… If it weren’t for the fact that as the “junior” on the staff, all of the duties the other aides didn’t want to deal with were “delegated” to him.

Once, he had complained to the President, who just sighed, told him to suck it up, and went back to trying to juggle the woes of the economy, the scorn of the populace, and two wars.

So he did. That didn’t change it from being annoying though. He looked at the clock and grimaced at the time. It was going on midnight and he still wasn’t done. Damn. He was just grateful that he had the security access to work from home and not from a White House computer. “Tony? he called out of his office into the dark hall. “You still up? He had never actually seen the alien sleeping, but he tended to disappear at night, so America considered that close enough.

After a moment without an answer, America sighed and pushed himself away from the desk. He took a moment to spin around in his chair a couple of times (another reason he was glad he didn’t have to work from the White House- he always got lectured when he started to push his chair around a room, propelling himself with his feet) before standing up. Turning the corner into the kitchen, he fixed himself a cup of coffee (black, way too strong to actually appeal to the taste buds, but loaded with enough caffeine to keep him up for the night).

He dragged his feet back to his office, not bothering to shut off the kitchen lights behind him. Propping his feet up on the desk, he ignored the glow of the computer screen in favor of the cold coffee. It tasted disgusting. With a sigh he pushed it off to the side, in hopes that it would spontaneously warm up (they did that sometimes while he wasn’t looking).

How else could he procrastinate? Ah! America signed out of his official e-mail account ([e-mail]) into his personal one ([e-mail]). Maybe he’d have something interesting… Spam. Delete. Spam. Delete. Pornographic Spam. Delete. Angry-looking e-mail from England. Delete. Spam from Russia that looked like it contained a virus. Delete. E-mail from South Korea…

He clicked it, pursing his lips at the title. Messages from Yong Soo tended to fall into one of two categories- spam/prank letters (how many times now had he been told that he won something, or that there was a bride waiting for him overseas?) and official business. It looked like neither. He skimmed the message, a smile breaking out on his face by the end of it. A party! he thought, enthusiastic. America loved parties- God knew the world was tense enough without totally denying them any social interaction.

Especially with the way North and South Korea were right now. America had just been there a few weeks ago, performing a military drill in face of the warship sinking to show those commies that they weren’t afraid. Things over there were tense, and though he’d never admit it, he was afraid of a war breaking out. With Iraq and Afghanistan, he was stretched thin enough as it is, and the addition of a Korean front could prove to be the end of American dominance on the globe.

If the situation did anything positive, however, it had definitely improved his relations with South Korea. America felt like he could say, with confidence, that he and South Korea were good acquaintances, if not friends (if Nations could actually have real friends). He enjoyed the younger nation's company, his pranks, his sense of humor. Even his promiscuity, America liked. (It reminded him of himself, in a way, except South Korea was much, much more open about it.)

That was why he moved the mouse to hover over “Respond” and clicked it deliberately, humming to himself.

yong soo! i’d love to come to your party, when is it? really excited, i’ll get u an awesome gift!!! how much r plane tickets, do u know?

give me the details! i’ll see you then!

-america

He sent it into the depths of cyberspace and logged out of the e-mail account. America was in a considerably better mood and reached out for his coffee cup. It steamed as he drank it, and America felt content again as he started copy-pasting the standard White House response to children writing to “Mr. President Obama”.

[Russia]

It was already fairly late by the time Russia got home from running the daily errands for his boss. With such shaky foreign relations, not to mention the high tensions and anxieties within his own borders, it seemed that his boss had more and more demands for him to carry out everyday. Even for someone like him, it could feel simply overwhelming at times. Which was why he was intent on using the rest of his night for relaxation. More importantly, tonight he was making it a point to actually check his e-mail for once.

He was not usually the computer type, and quite often he would put off checking his online messages for ridiculously long stretches of time before finally logging onto his neglected laptop. Being a much more physical country, he preferred to spend his time doing more productive things than browsing around on the internet. That of course, did not mean that he never went online. He did have his own e-mail, and would on rare occasions look things up when it suited him. And today just happened to be one of those days when he felt like checking in on the cyber world.

Settling down at his computer desk, the tall nation wasted no time in flipping the black laptop open and turning it on. Logging into his account, he was greeted by a considerably large collection of unread messages waiting in his inbox. A startling amount for him, since he was not the type to routinely pass out his e-mail address. He had only ever given it to a handful of his fellow nations, all of them of course being allies. Violet eyes scanning the page, Russia quickly found out why there were so many of them. Spam. Tons of questionable looking advertisements and scam messages greeted his overly curious gaze. More than one of them claimed that he had won a large amount of rubles, and would need to send money to a certain address to claim his prize. He was not going to be so thick as to fall for that again. The first time he had done as one of those messages had ordered, he never saw his money again or the supposed "prize money", which had taught him to avoid such scams from that point onwards. Starting at the top of the messages, he started to check the e-mails off one by one to delete. He was quick to forward a particularly risky looking spam message to America, in hopes that the other nation was not so careful with e-mails. With luck, the questionable e-mail was infected with a Trojan horse virus, and would ruin his former adversary’s computer.

An unfamiliar, yet non-spam sounding name caught his eye and for a moment Ivan hovered the mouse over the box besides the message trying to debate whether or not to delete it on the spot. Curiosity getting the better of him, he went ahead and opened the message.

'Hello to you!

My name is Olga Weikertogleschmidt and I have been watch you in post. I think you very handsome and I would love to go your country. I looking for husband to take me away and make dream come true... "

For a moment or two after reading those words, all the blonde Russian could do was give the screen a blank stare. He was completely baffled. Olga? The stunned nation immediately tried raking his brain for any memories of an "Olga." Try as he might, he simply couldn’t recall anyone close by that name. The woman in the message acted as though she had known him, how else would she know which country he was from and that he was “handsome” as she had said. Perhaps he had ran into her one of those nights when he had had way too much to drink? He did love to go out binge drinking when he could, and it was true that he didn’t always remember places or faces after he had achieved a certain level of intoxication. That had to be it. He must have met this “Olga” character while drunk on his ass.

The part about looking for a husband made him flinch. Ivan had no idea what he must have said to the woman to get her to mention such things, but he was definitely not looking for marriage of any kind. It was bad enough having Belarus prowling around with constant demands of marriage, he didn’t want to start getting e-mails from someone else doing the same thing. With a sinking feeling, he continued to read.

“I am good cook and I wash all your clothes for you! I also virgin so you teach me as you like, yes? I willing to do as wish.

If you interested, please send mail back! I will then send pic of me in my sexy panties

I wait patiently for reply!

your possible wife,
Olga W.'

Stunned, the blonde Russian decided on a course of action to get rid of the unrecognized woman’s sinful advances. If he didn’t respond, then no doubt Olga would keep pestering him, so the only option he had if he wanted to keep his e-mail address was to reply and put her off.

“Olga,

You sound like an interesting woman, but I am not interested in marriage at all. No matter how much you are “willing to learn and do as I wish.”

He considered whether or not that would suffice for putting the woman off. Deciding that it was impossible to go overboard, he added a complete lie. “In fact, I’m already happily married and have three kids.” What better way to put someone off than by mentioning non-existent spouses and children? That was sure to work. Signing it simply as “Ivan,” he sent the desperate woman his reply.

Content that he had fixed that potential problem, Ivan went back to his inbox and opened a message from South Korea.

Parties didn’t usually sit well with the large nation. Unless there was tons of alcohol to be had, he preferred to avoid them when he could, only attending when it was a major ally of his and it was in his best interest. South Korea however, was a decent ally of his, and the mischievous little nation was sure to have some sort of liquor present. As a plus, it would look good for foreign relations. And Yong had requested his presence nicely enough to where he would have felt rude to not respond.

“I’ll be there, comrade. Where is it at, and what time?”

It felt odd to use the more soviet expression of camaraderie, times being what they were, and yet it only seemed fitting since Korea himself had been quick to use it. After sending the brief reply, the violet-eyed Russian found himself with the daunting task of figuring out what to get his ally for his upcoming birthday present.

[South Korea]

True enough Yong was supposed to be on vacation so to speak, but the young nation was too excited about his party to relax at home. The closer it got to Gwangbokjeol, the more excited he got. So he made his way around Seoul, helping the cityfolk prepare for the celebration.

He had decided to hold one of the gatherings in the courtyard of his building so that he could merge the celebration of his birthday and Liberation Day all together. Food, song and most importantly, alcohol would be provided. He stayed with the workers all day, setting up the stage and dance area, a grand buffet table on each end and a private area towards the building itself where he and his guests could enjoy the festivities. He felt it would be best to reside near the building in case his guests wished to celebrate inside his grand condo or just to take a break from the noise and intensity. Yong had a reputation for being hospitable and he always prided himself at remaining that way.

Once night had fallen, closing out the busy day of preperation, Yong entered his home and took a quick shower to wash away the dirt and sweat he had accumulated throughout the day. Feeling clean and refreshed the nation dressed himself in fresh clothes. He then crossed over to his laptop, plopping down in the chair in front of it and snatching up the paper he had set aside earlier. He had taken liberty to set up flights for his guests since flying would be handled a bit more carefully now due to tensions across the border and left a list for the attendants at the airport should question arise about the various nations that would be arriving. He logged into his email account. Not too many messages awaited him (spirits bless spam blocker) and Yong felt a bit down that not many had inquired yet about his party, however he noticed a few that brought a smile back to his face.

He saw Alfred's name and clicked on it, he figured he would've gotten a response from his good friend overseas right away, so it was a pleasent notion to have his expectation assured.

yong soo! i’d love to come to your party, when is it? really excited, i’ll get u an awesome gift!!! how much r plane tickets, do u know?

give me the details! i’ll see you then!

-america


He hit the reply button, his Spirit beaming as it dangled over his brow,

AL!
I'm excited too! It's on Sunday! No need to worry about tickets. Things a bit tense over here so I've arranged a flight for you! I will attach departure times below. Don't be late you slacker! I've got food and beer covered so just get your happy ass over here! You can also crash at my place for however long you like. Have a sweet trip goldilocks!
<3 YSI

Yong smiled as he attached the schedule for Alfred and sent it into cyberspace. Next one up? Yong smiled again, so Ivan actually replied, he knew the taller nation usually didn't "attend parties" so it was a pleasent surprise his ally graced him with a reply. He clicked on Ivan's name, his gaze scanning the message.

“I’ll be there, comrade. Where is it at, and what time?”

Yong smirked as he hit reply,

Ivan-kuuuuuuuuuun <3333
It will be at my home glupyĭ (Russian: silly) I have arranged a flight for you and attached the departure times to this mail. It will be on Sunday the 15th. I look forward to your visit chin-guu (Korean: friend) I have plenty of alcohol with your name on it, amongst other things to keep you warm XD Be well and safe travels.
YSI

Yong hit send and leaned back slightly in his chair. So Al and Ivan were a deffinate, however once he thought about it, he wasn't sure how much of a good idea it was anymore. The two had butted heads plenty in the past and Yong wondered if getting them drunk around each other was a good idea...

Well it would deffinately be entertaing that was for sure. The asian chuckled as he rested his chin in his hand, eyes still peering at his computer screen. He figured if anything did happen, it wouldn't be anything he couldn't handle!

A brief thought crossed his maind as he stared at his computer. Oh yeah! That joke email he had sent Ivan by mistake. If he had replied to his invitation he must've replied to "Olga" He laughs again, face brightening in amusement as he signed out and pulled up Olga's account. He was deffinately curious as to what the Russian could've said. Sure enough Ivan had sent a message back to his prank address and Yong snickered as he clicked on it.

How sweet of him to reply, Yong thought with another snicker. Oh this should be good.

Olga,

You sound like an interesting woman, but I am not interested in marriage at all. No matter how much you are “willing to learn and do as I wish.”
In fact, I’m already happily married and have three kids.

Ivan

Yong broke out laughing, leaning back in his chair, clutching his side. Well at least he tried to let her down somewhat nicely? "Awwwww poor thing!" Yong sat upright in the chair, peering over the letters on the screen. He briefly wondered if he should keep up the joke and reply, but he knew Ivan already had his issues with Belarus so perhaps it wouldn't be such a good idea, especially since the Russian agreed to attend his party after all, though it was damn well tempting!

Yong decided he could mess with Ivan some other time and signed back into his own email, he sent out messages to his other potential guests.

Hey ________
The party is on Sunday the 15th. I've arranged a flight for you due to tensions at the border, but no worries! It will be perfectly safe and very entertaining! Food and other festivities provided! I've attached your departure times below. I would be grateful to spend time with you!

best reguards,
YSI

After finishing up the invites, Yong clicked off the computer and folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair. He peered at the ceiling. He needed this, he really did. Needed to be around friends, people that could help him laugh again. He held his alliances in high reguard, Hell it was better to have friends than enemies, but most importantly, he didn't have to be alone. He smiled faintly as he toyed with his spirit. It was smiling contently.

OOC: bleeeeeh *shot*

[South Korea]

~August 15th 2010, 5pm

Yong tried to push thoughts of his run in at the DMZ to the back of his mind as he prepared for his party. Everything was ready, the food, the entertainment, the booze, and everything else the young nation could think of to make Gwangbokjeol memorable both to his people and his guests. A long line of his people waited outside the gates to the courtyard to enter the celebration but Yong had set aside a seperate entrance for his guests, which led up the back way to his grand condo.

He had healed from his wounds easily and had kept an eye on the media, so far the North had not verified it was him that had snuck onto their side of the border and hacked some of their files from their main terminal. He glanced at the disk on his desk, he still hadn't looked to much into it, still waiting for the flames to dim before he attempted anything too risky. He may be a fool, but he was no idiot.

He sighed as he checked himself in the mirror. His people's spirit was still strong, even in these troubled times he could barely tell he had gotten out of a tight spot just the other night.

He smiled admiring the youthful handsome man that smiled back at him, brown eyes seeming to glint with an intensity of what the night to come would promise him. Now was the time to enjoy himself once again and let all those petty concerns melt away, if only for just tonight. It was time to let go and be himself again.

He turned and made his way towards the living room, now all he had to do was wait for his guests to arrive. He had had refreshments delivered to his condo for he planned to start the festivities there before moving down into the courtyard to join the celebration there. He could feel his heart beat in anticipation as he set up the table and utensils, it had been quite sometime since he last had a chance to enjoy himself and he was excited to see some of his allies he hadn't associated with in so long.

He couldn't help the grin plastered on his face at the thought, his brown eyes now alight with excitement, a bit of color seemed to return to him, his Korean spirit also grinning wildly and bobbing about his head excitedly.

South Korea was back, and ready to party!

[hongkong]

"5 o'clock, and I'm done!"

Chris and some of his colleagues growled out when the second hand hit exactly at 12 and packed up his all belongings from the desk, ready to leave this hellish office. For everyone in the office, this day was loaded with work that had to deal with complaints from citizens and unfortunately, not everyone filed their complaints with logic and sanity. The patience and reasoning Chris had been trying to keep from 9 o'clock were all vanished completely, leaving this poor worker only frustration and stress. He detested government jobs -- he obliged to work in this boring office during summer only because his boss requested him to do so. The only one great thing about working in the Government House was, Chris got to return to his former residence more than twice a year, a beautiful blend of colonial renaissance and Japanese-neoclassical form.

As workers flooded out of the office, one of Chris's friends waved at him with a large coupon in her hand, and she couldn't wait to shout out how excited she was to find out this wonderful coupon in a fashion magazine she subscribed. Chris rolled his eyes dubiously and examined the small piece of colourful paper: Grand opening in IFC! 50% off your check. Seriously, 50% off in a restaurant in IFC, one of the most exclusive malls in the city? Doing math with his fingers for a few rounds, Chris determined that it was his best interest to enjoy a scrumptious dinner once a while.

Shortly his group arrived at IFC mall by taxi, and unanimously all men went straightly to the restaurant to reserve a table while the women temporarily left the group to look for any fashion stores currently on sale. Chris fixed his eyes on the ornamented restaurant name as he was about to enter:

~Calais x Dover~

"..." Gaping at the name and taking a step back, Chris took out his mobile like a robot and took a picture of this wonderful restaurant name. Without delay he sent an international MMS to both Taiwan and Japan, knowing that his siblings would be cheering frantically over this shippable name.

-insert photo-
Remember to ship me a box of FrUK doujinshi so I can help selling them (for profit).
-Chris

The party of five sat around a round wooden table and couldn't wait any longer to read the menu (in English, of course) and place their orders. Due to the childhood trauma of eating the horribly-cooked British food, Chris decided not to try anything overwhelmingly British... How would escargots with Yorkshire pudding taste like?

After finished placing orders, half of the group resumed chatting about the newest iPod and and iTouch, while the other half took out their electronic devices and indulged in their little world. Chris was one of the second half, and as he took out his mobile...

-Ring-a-Ding-Dong Ring-a-Ding-Dong♪-

What an annoying ringtone (he had been listening to this for over 200 times)...He decided to change the email notification before checking the inbox, and within seconds he assessed to iTUNES and purchased a popular song as his new ringtone. Unlike those bland Canto-pop, he loved how songs from the band "Mr." rocked out the voice and complaints of this fast-paced society. As he started to configure the mobile settings (he just got this new phone from Nokia yesterday), he ignored the flashing yellow email icon on the upper left corner, and eventually, he forgot to check his inbox.

Very soon all food was served. With a deep breath, he cautiously took a small bite, and it tasted like Francis's attempt to transform Arthur's terribly cooked meal into something fantastic. For a sudden he wondered why Arthur's culinary skills never improved despite of centuries over centuries of improvement. Many people around him had been trying to teach this nation the art of cooking, but no one ever succeed. Very quickly he finished his meal, had a few round of drinks, then went to cinema for the newest local kungfu film together.

An wonderful night and the phone battery had passed away. Chris forgot to recharge his new phone until the next morning, so he had to take his old phone (which doesn't have his personal email set up) instead and ran off to work. In the office computer he only checked his official email, so another day passed eventfully, and he missed another chance checking Yong Soo's email.

Finally someday, he recharged his lovely phone and was shook at the number shown on the flashing yellow email icon. Holymotherdamnwhattheeffinhellisthat, as he cursed to himself silently, and logged into his mailbox. Since it is an email address for nations only, he seldom suffered junk mails or spams from unknown accounts. Taiwan had been spamming him with many newest FrUK illustration in the fandom, which he deleted right away; some business emails from other nations, such as the Philippines and Indonesia; and last but not least, Korea's email.

It was an invitation to Yong Soo's birthday party! He haven't seen his Asian brothers for a while, and he indeed missed all of them. Although they were not exactly bonded, he could feel a warm passion Yong Soo had for everyone he was acquainted with. Sometimes his brother was quite annoying in his opinion, but he understood that Yong Soo was doing this in a friendly manner to attract his cold attention. As he was about to panic for booking tickets after exiting the email application to check today's date (August 13), another email from Yong Soo popped out.

Hey Chris,
The party is on Sunday the 15th. I've arranged a flight for you due to tensions at the border, but no worries! It will be perfectly safe and very entertaining! Food and other festivities provided! I've attached your departure times below. I would be grateful to spend time with you!

best regards,
YSI

Instantly, Chris was relieved with a thought that he should had check the email right away instead of changing ringtones, because he had no clue what to prepare for his Asian bro now. Hong Kong is now a market, not an industry; his golden age of manufacturing was over. Most of the presents he would purchase were all foreign items, which had no significance to him at all, yet there were not many local items that were decent enough to represent Hong Kong itself. It never sounded right to give a person some stocks as present, did it?

Now Chris was in a great dilemma. He was a smart person, after all, and as soon as he dealt with the gift issues he replied the email, and packed up everything he needed to give his brother a big surprise in Seoul.


Mr. YSI
Coming now. Wait for me.
-Chris W.

[South Korea]

Yong remained seated on his couch, occasionaly taking swigs from a bottle of Jack (a liquor he had grown quite fond of from America) He found no problem in getting started before his guests arrived, besides he could hold his liqour quite well, but it was all entertaining to see the looks on his companions faces when he was feigning drunkeness.

He glanced at his watch, it was still a little early, but he was feeling a bit impatient. Disputes and "other activites" had kept him from socializing and he ached just to be around people. People he hadn't seen in so long. He set the bottle aside a moment and sighed, leaning his head back against the back of the couch, hands reaching up and grasping his forhead. Left to his own devices he would begin thinking about his twin again and he had adamently told himself he wasn't going to mull over it tonight. It was a party for christsakes! He dropped his hands to his sides and relaxed, closing his eyes briefly. He felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket and shifted to pull his cell out. He smiled to see he had an email alert and signed into the account, he was still sober enough to punch in the tiny letters at least. He smiled as the little message popped into his vision.

Mr. YSI
Coming now. Wait for me.
-Chris W.

Short and sweet, that was deffinately Hong Kong. He smirked, it had been awhile since he had seen his brother. Of all his Asian family, Chris was probably the only one who actually didn't shun him or reguard him as nothing more than a pesky insect. It touched his heart that he was willing to come and celebrate his birthday with him and his mood began to lift once again.

He would wait for sure, not like any one else had shown up yet. He managed to text a reply.

Chris,
Long time no see cutie ;D I'm glad you're able to come, I'll be waiting bro. Have a safe trip :3

<3 YSI

PS I still think you should call me Aniki ya know

He retrieved his bottle and took another swig. The night was off to a good start.