Korean Peninsula Tension {Korean Brothers+Others}

[China]

This was done on yahoo, hence the weird format.

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SEPTEMBER 1950

NK:
September, 1950. Everything was going well. North Korea, together with the help of Russia and China, almost had complete control of the Korean Peninsula. There was only one area left to conquer, and that area consisted of a mere four provinces: Miryang, Ulsan, Kimhae, and Busan. Yes, he was almost victorious. The whole land will be his. His brother's-- No, South Korea's forces were unprepared, easily shot down by their far more superior tanks and sufficiently trained soldiers. He was winning. He was not about to let democracy rule over him- he had worked too hard to support his bosses. No, he refused to follow South Korea's leader. He refused to follow that stupid, American-educated man. He will follow Kim Il-Sung to the death, and make sure that he will take over the peninsula.
He will have the whole Korean peninsula in his grasp, and he's not going to let anyone stop him from doing so. Not even his bro-- South Korea.

SK:
Everything was falling apart, /they/ were falling apart. His brother, his other half. He felt as though half of his heart, half of his soul tore from his body when he was taken away by the terrifying man only known as Russia. He remembered that day as clearly as fresh-blown glass. How he cried...How he /begged/ for mercy, to not be separated from his brother.../Begging/ for him to be taken as well. He remembered clearly the words that America had told him when he tried to comfort him...That there was nothing they could do, once Russia got his hands on something he wanted...He would never let go. He didn't understand those words then, it wasn't until they met again on the battlefield did he truly begin to understand. Those eyes...Those eyes that were once so bright...Had hardened. It was as
if he had become the monster that he had been told by Aniki that lived under his bed. All he could hear were orders and ramblings in a tongue that he no longer understood, the crazy laughter as his brothers on the battlefield were taken down by a single shot. This...Thing. This /monster/ wasn't his brother. It was all Russia's doing, he turned his brother against him. Leading him to commit these horrible acts. All he could do was stand his ground, he would make sure no more of his land was claimed in the name of the Soviet Union or North Korea. Maybe...Just maybe...He could get through to his brother. He had to try. He had to TRY. Had to TRY.

NK:
As the continuous firing of his tanks and foot soldiers stopped for a moment, the smoke that was blocking his vision of what was ahead cleared up. Dead bodies everywhere, dead bodies of people that were once under his and his brother's joint care. There were no more troops left, or if there was, they were probably hiding. Not even batting an eyelash, he had learned to harden his heart towards the sight, to swallow back the feelings he once had and made himself into a machine. His heart was locked away, back in the deepest recesses of himself. What was standing here now, is an empty shell, a puppet, a mere body without a soul. A body of a sixteen year old boy, forced to mature, to handle a gun, to fight, to kill, at such a young age. Yes, there was nothing left in him. Compassion, love,
mercy, empathy, sympathy. None of it was left. What was left, though, was the desire for power, the thirst for control. And the burning will to get what he so desired, no matter what the cost is. Four more provinces. One more area. He was but a mere hair width’s distance from complete victory and control. Long live Kim Il Sung. Long live the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.

SK:
Feeling the cool gust of wind brush against his back and blood flowing down his cheek, sad eyes watched the hills when the sounds of firing ceased and the black smog cleared. He could no longer see the grass below, only bodies. A sea of fallen brothers and blood. the sight causing something to lurch in his stomach. It was so sickening to look at, feeling one hand clench at his stomach the other pressed against his mouth. Mechanically, he looked up in the direction of his brother. Face expressionless like a doll and stained in blood. It...It couldn't be...This couldn't be...It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. As if his body were moving on it's own, he began to step forward toward the smoke, He had to see. He had to make sure...He couldn't be that monster that he was told that he had
become. He couldn't...He would be the same. The same brother who raised him, the same. He...Had to be. "Dae Jyun? Brother?! Is that you?!"

NK:
The smoke now completely cleared, he wiped blood off his face, blood that was both his own and blood that he had spilled as he continuously shot, slashed, murdered while he was moving swiftly through the peninsula. Almost. At the top of the hill, he could see the vast expanse of the land that he was about to conquer, the remaining land that must be had in order to gain full and complete power. And yet... out of the smoke, the thick fog, a lone human being, a soldier, moved. Towards him. Raising his gun, he was about to shoot the soldier and put him out of his misery, when he suddenly spoke. "Dae Jyun? Brother?! Is that you?!" For a brief moment, his eyes suddenly showed feeling again, his soul suddenly emerged as if from a deep sleep. His brother...? His younger twin, his other half? He
was here too? "....Who... are you...?" He had to be certain. He wanted to make sure that he wasn't seeing an illusion, or a trap that was meant to catch him and deter him from accomplishing his plans. Was this really his sweet brother, who he had been separated from, all those years ago? He had to make sure. He couldn't trust anything or anyone anymore... not even himself.

SK:
He froze at those dreaded words, 'Who are you?' He...It couldn't...He didn't...His eyes widened when he saw the flicker of emotion in his brother's eyes, he was still there! His brother was still there! He knew he couldn't be that horrible monster that lived under his bed like he had been told that he had become! He had to push harder, make him remember. Maybe...No, it wasn't lost! This could be the end of this war, he could have his brother come back home! They could be reunited again! "Dae Jyun! Don't you remember me? It's me, YONG SOO! We were separated five years ago, do you remember?"

NK:
It was his brother. He definitely was his brother. There was no one else who was that loud, that penetrating, that... that innocent. No matter how he was covered in his own blood, in his own troops' blood, in his enemy troops' blood... His innocence, his pure, childlike innocence, was still intact. He really was Yong Soo, his precious little brother, the one he had raised and cared for and grew up with. And for a brief moment, a small smile returned to his face as he whispered, though he didn't move from his position. He lowered his gun, though, and stood there, longing to run to his brother, but at the same time, he didn't want to. He couldn't, really, even if he did. "....Yong Soo... my brother..."

SK/Russia:
His brows raised as a smile began to cross on his dirty, war-beaten face. He remember. He remembered! He wished so much to drop his gun and run to him...Give him the big hug that he had been longing to give to him since they had been separated. "Yeah! It's me, brother...It's Yong Soo. I-I-I finally found y--" Yong Soo was cut short by a new voice, eyes slowly beginning to widen. A voice that he had only heard in his nightmares, that voice that held such a child-like cruelty to it...That voice that held so many others, leaving them shaking with fear or under his command. "What's wrong, DPRK? A shadowed figure began to move through the remaining smoke as the wind blew. He soon emerged...Those cold purple eyes and that childishly innocent smile. Russia. "Why did you stop?"

NK:
He was about to run to his brother, to take him into his arms again and rock him gently, whispering "it's alright" over and over again, like he did all those years ago whenever the younger had a nightmare. He longed to tell him that this was all a horrible bad dream that they have both to wake up from, and then tucking him into bed again once he'd fallen asleep in his arms. But... but no. He was broken out of his temporary stupor, of his moment of almost unlocking his heart again and letting the feelings he had forgotten he had flood in. The moment he heard that Russian's voice... He remembered what he came here for. His one and only goal. Either take control, or be controlled. And he was not about to be the latter. Standing firm in his ground, his eyes that were filled with emotion for a
moment, was clouded with coldness again. Clouded with the desire for power, hunger for control. And immediately… he was torn. Would he run to his brother, and abandon all of “his own” hopes and dreams? Or would he follow through his goal, making sure that not even his brother could stop him? He had a split second to decide…

SK/Russia:
The Russian's voice. That cruel, cold, childish voice that continuously haunted his nightmares. Those eyes and that innocent smile, masking the face of a vicious madman. But Russia...He didn't understand...Why? WHY? Why here?! Why now?! His brother...Dae Jyun...No...N-No...NO! It can't be...It can't possibly be that! He felt his brows furrow as his gun automatically raised with his finger hugging the trigger. Sweat rolled down his dirt and blood-stained cheeks. His eyes widened when the demon disguised as a man began to speak again. "You wanted complete control over the peninsula, da? Well then my dear comrade...You must finish the job. You aren't going to allow this lowly little soldier get in the way of progress are you? After all, you wish for complete power. For absolute control, isn't
that what you've always wanted?" That cool purr filled his ears when he watched the monster put his hands on his brother's shoulders, smile turning into one of perverse cruelty. That...NO! Get your filthy hands off of him! Even so, he didn't voice what he was thinking...His mouth wouldn't allow him to do so. "D-Dae Jyun...What's he talking about?"

NK:
The raising of the other's gun, coupled with the Russian's words pulsing through his ears, made him decide exactly what he was going to choose. Fuck family, he has a peninsula to control. He didn't care about anything anymore. All he cared about was gaining complete and total jurisdiction over all the lands that he and his brother had once jointly taken care of, and making sure it was Kim Il-Sung, not that stupid American-educated Syngman Rhee, who was going to rule over the fucking peninsula with an iron, communist hand. And he had Russia and China to back him up. He wasn't going to fail in that respect. Raising his hand as well, his pistol pointed towards his younger bro-- no, South Korea, aiming for his heart. It's best to put him out of this misery. Cold, emotionless, dull eyes that
were once shining with so much emotion now clouded with the desire for nothing but power. He had learned not to let his feelings get in the way. He had learned to shut away the feeling that he called love. There was nothing, nothing left in him, but a heart that merely pumped blood. He was a soulless body, an emotionless doll, a stoic killing machine. And that he will remain forever, forever loyal to the man who had saved him, Russia, and forever loyal to the Great Leader, Kim Il Sung. "What did you say your name was again? Yong Soo? Who the hell is Yong Soo? I don't know anyone who goes by that name. All I know is that the Korean Peninsula is MINE, and I will eliminate anyone and everyone who tries to stop me from reaching that goal." With that, he pressed his finger to the trigger,
though not actually firing yet.

SK/Russia:
He felt his body immediately freeze upon hearing those words, chest tightening and eyes widening as tears began to form. He resisted clutching at his heart in a vain effort to keep it from ripping into two. But...Nothing could stop it. His heart felt as though it were shattering much like the shatter of glass once struck, this...This...Per--Doll, this killing monster couldn't be is brother. He acted as though he didn't even know his name, i-it couldn't be...I-I-It...NO! It wasn't right! It wasn't right! It wasn't true! It couldn't be true! His body began to shake and tremble, watching with pained eyes as the finger hugged the trigger but no shot came. "B-B-Brother...Dae Jyun...I-It's me...I-I'm Yong Soo...I'm your brother! We grew up together! You're my twin! My other half! We ruled this
country together! H-H-How can you have come to this?! This is OUR home! H-How could you allow our people to suffer and die this way?! Why are you allowing your stubbornness and pride control you?! Why are you allowing t-that MONSTER to control you?! B-Brother...I don't want to fight you...I-I don't want to point this gun at you...P-Please...Dae Jyun...Lets go home..." A quiet chuckle ran through the thick, tense air, a gloved hand brushing bangs out of those demonic purple eyes. "Are you going to allow this little nobody say those nasty little lies to you my dear comrade? After all, he is standing in the way of your progress, da? You know little pests as such must be exterminated."

NK:
By this time, he heard all of the words Yong Soo had uttered. Heard them, but never listened to them. It was like a bunch of words stringed together that went into his other ear, then went out the other ear again. His heart was fully shut. His emotions were completely locked up. He had no trace of humanity, of sense left in himself. All there was is the lust for power, hunger for control. "...Like I said. I don't know any Yong Soo. Never have, never will. I don't have a brother anymore. The moment you ordered your poorly trained, ill-equipped men to take arms and go into war with me... The moment you, yourself, as you are doing now, pointed a gun at me.. The moment this war broke out.. Hell, the moment you went with that fucking American. In those moments, I had already lost you. Disowned
you. Therefore, it's completely logical to say I don't have a brother anymore... da?" The only words he could listen to were the Russian's controlling, imposing words. Yes, he had to have control. Not let this... this pest get in the way of his dream. Threatening to press the trigger, he pointed it straight at his brother. "It's over now... I've changed. And you can't bring me back." And with one shot... he fired. He fired, barely missing the other's heart.

SK:
The tears were flowing freely now as each cold word struck his heart as if he were being stabbed by a sharpened blade. Over and over and over and over again. His hands clutched tightly at the gun, eyes clenching closed as he felt the tears falling rapidly in flows down his cheeks. "N-No...N-N-N-No...NO! NO! IT'S NOT OVER! IT'S NOT OVER! BROTHER I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED! DAE JY--!" He was cut short by the sound of a lone gunshot, eyes slowly opening when he was struck in the chest. His body felt completely numb, he didn't feel the normal sharpness that he should have felt when hit with a bullet as it pierced his lung, barely nicking his heart. His mouth fell slightly agape, grip loosening on his gun before it fell with a low thud on the ground below. He stared into those lifeless eyes as
he fell back onto the cushion of grass beneath him. Head tilting to the side and breaths coming in shallow gasps as the blood flowed in rapid flows from his body to form a crimson pool around his body, his eyes slowly closed as the tears continues to fall as one thing came from his lips..Quiet as though it may be, speaking in their original tongue. Brother...Why?

NK:
He kept telling himself that it was just like killing another soldier. Another South Korean who wanted to get in his way. And he might as well be right, since he said that the other wasn't his brother anymore. But deep down.. he knew it wasn't true. He knew it wasn't. He was having an internal battle with himself, constantly warring with his whole being. Who was he, really? Was he a 16-year-old who wades complete and utter chaos just to get what he wanted? Or was he the sweet boy all those years ago, quietly holding and promising his brother that he would protect him no matter what as they both watched the Japanese trash their home? He couldn't decide. He thought he had shut everything in. A lone tear fell from his eye as he started to walk forward, blindly, thinking of nothing but to
reach his brother in time.

Russia:
The gloved hands fell onto North Korea's shoulders, drawing him back and away from the dying nation. How pathetically cute, still crying for his brother even though he denounced him. Lost him. Disowned him. Leaning downward, the cool whisper filled the boy's ears as his lips curled. "You have done the right thing my dear and faithful comrade. That soldier is nothing more than a lowly foot soldier, no more than dirt clinging to your boot or the blood clutching so delicately and tightly against your uniform. He is no longer your brother, you said it yourself...He became your brother no longer when he joined forces with that American. He turned against you, leave him be to die in his own bloody grave. After all, your comrades...Myself and Yao, we are your family now. Your true family."

NK:
"....." As he was yanked back and whispered to while he was staring at his brother's dying form, he was struck with realization. The Russian was right. What was he doing, battling with himself, and walking towards his "brother"? He wasn't his brother anymore. He became just an ordinary person to him, another person to be killed as he was another obstruction to the accomplishment of his goal. Yes, the Russian was completely right. He not only stopped in his tracks... he turned back, and walked the opposite direction. Away from his bro-- the South Korean he had just killed. "Of course. I was merely going over to see if he really was dead, sir." This he spoke in a straight, unfeeling voice. There was absolutely nothing left in him now. He had just killed his brother, his main obstruction.
There was no turning back... There was nothing to turn back for.

Russia:
"Ahh, but that is not necessary now is it? He will die, so we will leave him to die." Turning without a single glance back at the shaking and dying form of South Korea, his hands clasped at each other behind his back. No obstruction was left now, the peninsula will be his. All for the common good. The ideals of that American needed to be wiped out piece by piece, his dear little bishop was finally removed from the playing field. He had so many pieces to remove before he could get to the king on the other side. Oh, but he would. He would. Soon, very soon. With his naive knight, his pawns, and his queen by his side, his dream would come true. It would appear, as though that dream would come true sooner than he ever hopes to have expect it to occur.

NK:
"Of course." North Korea walked briskly and sickeningly straight, going ahead of his Russian superior. Reaching up to undo his hair, he let his long locks flow with the wind, a personal expression of grief... grief that he knew he felt deep inside, but he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He wasn't even crying. He wasn't even cringing. He didn't even turn back to so much as give a last glance towards the body of the younger brother he had left forever. Instead, he turned back from him, and marched forward. The peninsula... Kim Il Sung will be in control of it. Forever. And that was all that mattered. He wasn't about to let family feelings get into him; his brother betrayed him by going with America. It was only fair that he paid him back.

END.