Thoughts and Opinions [China]

[[x] South Korea]

South Korea was bored. Very, very bored. In fact, the whole place was rather boring and lifeless, as most of the things that went on in the place was eithing boring, involved to much scientific blabber, or had much too much to do with the current issues at hand. 
Which was, in part, precisely why he was currently laying about in his bunkbed instead of out finding something to do, as it was almost as though he had already discovered everything remotely interesting to do or had been kicked out of the general area involving interesting things.
However, he had seen many interesting things. Well, depending on what your defenition of 'interesting' was. 
It seemed as though the upcoming, current, impending, whatever, apocalypse of the world had left most, or all, of the nations in an almost...colorless state. Everybody was washed out, tired, gloomy. All the time. It wasnt as though the Asian nation didn't understand why such things were happening, but it didnt mean that nothing could be done to stop it. 
Everybody was just so...gloomy. Stretched thin, like balloons that some small child had sat on and stretched to the breaking point, but the child still found it funny to bounce up and down on it. 
Korea shook his head, as if trying to dispel the thought. It was strange to liken the seemingly imminent doom of the planet to a kid playing with an old balloon. It gave it almost a...well, childish aura that made it seem as the the child hadnt really been trying to do anything wrong. 
Perhaps there was something he could do. Korea was sure that everybody had something that they wanted, or needed, and even though they couldn't exactly install a waterpark in the place (which would be awesome) there was things that could be done for other people to some degree...right?
Sitting up, Korea leaned over the edge of his bunk, completely ignoring any kind of obvious safety measures put in place to keep anybody from falling off. (Not as though anything of the like had ever happened to him, nope). 
"Pssst, Aniki!" Korea said in a loud (and not very affective) whisper. "Are you down there, da~ze?" 

[china]

The 'aniki' in question was buzzing in snores, his hand tucked in behind his head and his hair, usually neat and tidy, was now a multi-string mesh that hallowed his head like a sea urchin of black ink.

"Ha," he breathed nervously just before Korea decided to brake the sound barrier and roar him awake from his dream.

"Waaah!" He whacked his head on the top bunk, a massive red splotch fresh, like bing cherries, "Korea, aru, you could just as well---" No wait, that would be worse. Shaking his shoulder would be like the movement of a jack hammer rather then the pulsing sound.

"What do you want aru~?" He whined, rubbing his forehead, cheeks pink from sleep.

[[x] South Korea]

Waving hello to China, Korea responded to the question. ''Have you every thought about how...gloomy it is here all the time?"
Noticing the rather unkempt hairstyle that the Asian nation was sporting, Korea laughed. It was rather uncharacteristic of the elder nation, considering how his hair was usually pretty well-kept.

In fact, Korea almost wondered if Hong Kong had gotten his hair-styling tendancies from said nation, as it had happened more that once that Korea had interrupted said almost-nation in the bathroom. (Much to the latters annoyance)

Thinking for a moment, Korea kept speaking, (as it was hard to shut him up sometimes). "I could as well do what?"

[china]

"Annoyance" was really not a strong enough word. It was like giving the name "Petty silent treatment" to the Cold War. There was nearly no blood relation.

China ignored the last comment.

"Everyone is so uptight and grey," he agreed, pulling ear phones out (the fact that Korea could yell over them was skill not tended to many), "And so quiet! I have to wear these to fall asleep."

He cranked up the sound to audible for Korea. It was a booming madness of voices, probably recorded from a Chinese market in heyday, full of life with babies wailing and everything.

"And there's a remix," he added brightly before storing it back into a bag near his panda cubs. They slept soundly, it made one wonder if China had gone through the trouble of plugging them in ear sets.

"So Korea, what are you thinking? I already put a barrier of un-authroisation on Hong Kong's fireworks," the evil spirits would find them with those, not be scared away as legend recounts, "What exactly are you planning, aru~?"

A slight glare of conduct was present, because Korea usually had action behind words. It didn't take his mother to know (if he had a mother).

[[x] South Korea]

Listening to the rather loud hubub of sounds eminating from China's headphones, Korea tilted his head to the side, wondering how the sound of people yelling at each other could help somebody fall asleep.
Though, despite his confusion over the choice of sound, Korea did understand the point behind them, even if he himself would have chosen, oh say, a soundtrack to a Korean drama, or something along those lines.

...And a remix? A remix of what, Korea wondered. (He had never been the most appreciative person).

"But Hong Kong's fireworks are fun to play with, da~ze!" And to torture people with. Korea had made a bottle rocket from scratch once and it had ended up shooting between somebodie's legs...

"Hm...Well, I was thinking maybe possibly talking to people...?" He phrased it as a question, as though not quite sure of it. Korea just knew that he didnt particularly like the aura of doom that seemed to surround the place during all hours of the day.
Still hanging over the edge of the bunk, Korea waited for his answers impatiently.

[china]

BZZZZzzzzt!

China's phone suddenly started on some kind of inconvenient vibrate. Having it's own mini seizure.

He hastily picked it up and answered, feeling bad for doing so when he was in the middle of talking to family but he had to answer, it was hit boss.

"Nin hao. Nǐn wèishéme zhème wǎn dǎ diànhuà?---shì--shì---...Āi---Kěxí---" He waited for a long while, paused and looking at the ceiling until he seemed to fully understand, "Wǎnshang hǎo zǒngtǒng xiānshēng."

Closing the phone he stood up and started chucking and piling things into his pack.

"Korea, aru, there's a helicopter waiting outside the compound. I'm needed much more at home. There's been a misunderstanding, aru," he said trying to be unscrupulous in attitude, even smiling a bit to tell him it was fine.

"Whatever you want to do, you're of the front line! If you want to paint the walls red and marker everyone's faces when they're sleeping go ahead!" He grinned, "This was probably the most depressing home I've ever lived in," and that's saying much more then expression, "I think... I think they'll need your sun. They'll need your personal sun allot, aru."

[[x] South Korea]

Korea jumped when he heard China's phone go off, despite the fact that he should be rather used to spontaneous noises by now, considering he was usually the cause of them.

As China stood suddenly and began packing, Korea sat up and slid down to the end of the bed until his legs were dangling down over the edge of the ladder that led up to the top bunk.
"A...Aniki?"

Korea wanted to shake his head no and yell at the elder nation that he wasnt allowed to leave, he had to stay and just...be. Grabbing the bedpost, Korea slid off the bed and down onto the floor. It was very strange hearing the nation basically giving him permisson to draw all over varios nation's faces.

"Stay...?" Pausing for a moment, as if realizing that convincing the nation to stay would br close to impossible, given the look in China's eye. "A sun, da~ze?" Smiling broadly, he continued again. "The sun originated in Korea, you know."

[china]

Emotional moments weren't China's piece of cake. They were not easy given the social rules. This situation even was extreme. There was a chance that some of the countries here (or he) would disappear permanently off the face of the Earth in the duration of his disappearance.

He'd yearned for years to keep his brother and sisters close like this. All of them living under the same roof (real communism, Soviet Russia would have been proud) but not like this! This was the western Apocalypse, the death of all things human. Of their civilization.

China grabbed his brother and buried his face in Korea's chest, hugging close.

"The sun is yourself. It's so much taller then I thought, aru," he said with his arms rapped around Korea fondly.

He spoke in Korea's sleeve, "You know, after watching the Italian brothers I always wanted to be able to hug my family," sadly due to social rules and ties, it was rare for China to ever even tap ones shoulder. He only actually became close so he could cure an illness, "And watch over Japan and you but you grew so old, aru."

He'd been told to never be this way, to never wear his heart on his sleeve and be dizzily trusting but he could afford the risk. The whole world was perishing. It was a high but affordable price.

"Goodbye Nation compound," he said, pulling his arms out of Korea's embrace.

Ridding himself of hopefulness he warned darkly, "If I find out you died when I was gone I will cremate your ashes, stomp on them and shoot them out of a canon. I'm not paying for your burial rights!" Even though they knew he would. He would give up eating to pay for them. That was without thought.

China bowed one last time, two pandas on his back and his pack fit crudely heavy to his heavy shoulder.

"Tell Asia I will miss them, and Russia," he turned his face away with too much speed, hiding an expression so deeply off on his young face, "yeah, never mind, aru." He muttered like he was marrying sin.

His last word to someone, this Korea of his before losing himself in the mosquito swatting of helicopter paddles was,

"Zàihuì."