Warring Pyongyang // Reader x Countryhumans

Good Idea

     Humming to herself, Y/N washed the dishes, using the all-natural detergent. It was less bubbly than the dish soap that she was used to, but got the job done.

      "What are you humming?" Krim's small voice asked in Russian, getting translated a second later.

     "Oh, um." Y/N paused. "I don't really know."

     It was a song that she had heard Hae and SH sing before, but the only thing she had memorised, besides the tune, was the chorus of: 'Potato Pride, many on many, the flowers of our lives are blooming, oh oh oh, potato pride.' In Korean, of course.

     "It's a patriotic song," she settled for.

      'North might kill me if Russia found out about that song.'

      "Oh!" Krim said happily. "We have a lot of those. I know all of the songs that ma- Ukraina taught me, and now papa and grandpa are teaching me new ones."

       Y/N didn't know much about the political situation between Ukraina and Russia, beyond what SH had told her- Russia annexed Krim, and it made his sister mad, to say the least. The oblast seemed happy enough, but the human was hesitant to ask her how she felt about it. No use in stirring the pot in the middle of a war.

        "Sooooo," Krim hummed. "Are you and North Korea actually dating now?"

      Y/N blushed, fumbling a plate. "U-Um, yeah. We're... dating." It was slightly embarrassing to say it aloud.

      "I knew it!" the oblast cheered victoriously. "South Hamgyong and Kangwon told me last time that you weren't, but I knew you would."

      "How did you know?" Y/N glanced curiously at the child. She had definitely never saw herself getting into a relationship with North Korea, so she wanted to know how the girl had.

      "'Cause you're so pretty and nice. It was obvious he would like you," Krim said with a childlike simplicity, swishing her feet through the air.

      Y/N blushed. "O-Oh."

      She didn't think that that was entirely why North liked her, but apparently the oblast's innocent prescience had paid off- here they were. Then another thought hit her.

     "Wait," she asked. "When were you talking about me dating North last time?"

     Krim just giggled, starting to hum a song.

      Y/N finished up the dishes, while Krim tried to teach her the lyrics to her national songs, laughing at the human's butchered Russian.

     When they were done, Y/N held Krim's hand, at the oblast's insistence, and took her up to the infirmary floor.

      She knocked on the door, and after a few moments, the panel slid open.

      "Comrade Y/N," a woman in striped hospital pyjamas said, smiling tiredly. Her smile widened when she spotted Krim. "Comrade Krim. Welcome back." She hobbled back, her movements complicated by her crutches. "Come in."

      Another woman waved from her spot on the bed. "Greetings Comrade Y/N, Comrade Krim."

      Soo Chun-hei and Seo Chung-cha- Y/N's former guards, now demoted (or promoted) to Krim's babysitters- had been being held in the high-rise, receiving top-notch care, ever since they had been gunned down by America. Y/N had thought them dead, until North had informed her that they were in the infirmary.

     "What are we doing today, Comrade Krim?" Soo Chun-hei asked, putting down her crutches as she sat on the edge of her bed. She had taken a bullet to the lower abdomen, chipping her pelvic bone, and now needed them to walk.