[Fanfiction] Yet again, Korea

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Title: Accumulations on an Ever-growing Chain
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre(s): Historical/Angst
Character(s)|Pairing(s): Korea, Paekche (OC), implied America/Korea, mentions of Three Kingdoms of Korea, Japan, China
Rating/Warning(s): PG-15, gruesome/macabre imagery, odd Asian philosophy, obscure references to Korean and Japanese history, OCs of long dead kingdoms, rampant abuses of immortality and death tropes
Word Count: 2,758
Summary: Art/fiction trade with dmajor7th . She asked for “Korea’s reflections on his relationship with Japan throughout history.” August 15, 1945. Korea’s independence from Japan. He doesn’t even have the heart to be fearful of an uncertain future, only an ever growing urge to close his eyes and not wake up again.

 ( Tears threaten Korea’s eyes. “Are you coming to take me away?” he whispers. The man hesitates. “Would you take my hand then?” he inquires carefully. His smile thins slightly. “Your mother is waiting, you know.” “She wouldn’t want me yet. No. Not when she named me Goryeo,” replies Korea carelessly. “To have heirs is to die,” says his father with remarkable ease. “She signed all of our deaths.” )

Title: Sweets to the Sweet - Crêpes Roméo et Juliette, Crêpes Bolero, Crème Brûlée  (Part Two)
Previous Parts: Part 1, Interlude
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre(s): Romance/Humor/Drama
Character(s)|Pairing(s): France/South Korea, Japan, England
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13, boys kissing and more
Word Count: 5,414 (total)
Summary: Originally a kink meme fill – France and Korea’s current relations and their “Treaty of Friendship,” a relationship told in cookery.

( Crêpes Roméo et Juliette - France paused for a moment and then he glanced over his shoulder with a slight smile. “I call it Juliette.” “How romantic.” France chuckled. “Sweet and simple, like a young girl coming to her youth,” he said as he flipped over the crêpe on the pan and folded it.  )

 

( Crêpes Bolero - Word got around about the two attractive young men selling crêpes rather quickly; that tended to happen nearby a girls’ university. The line easily reached the end of the crowded little block and cameras clicked left and right, heads craning to catch a glimpse. )

 

( Crème Brûlée - Korea took another bite and remarked far too idly, “I don’t want to have anything more. Because I don’t like sharing.” He smiled brightly, but for a moment, it looked like a fragment of broken mirror, sharp and shining and ultimately… cracked. )