((Hey! As I said, I now love Nyotalia because it allows me to make all the yaoi pairings het. So deal with it, 'kay?

Anyway, have some Nyo!Hong Kong x Korea for all your Nyo!Hong Kong x Korea needs.

Hetalia is not mine, it is Himapapa's.))

There she was, sitting pretty and reading a book on the couch.

Korea grinned.

"Uri nara mansae!"

POW.

Korea's face met womanly fist, making him tumble onto the floor.

"What do you want, Yong Soo?" asked Hong Kong, not even taking her eyes off her magazine.

"Oh!" Korea rested his head on the arm of the chair. "I wanted to ask you—you got plans tonight, da ze?"

Hong Kong gave him a brief look. "...No."

"No what? No plans?"

"No, I won't go out with you."

"Aw, come on! I haven't even asked yet, da ze!"

"But you were going to ask, weren't you?"

"..."

"Yeah. Thought so. Move along now."

Korea crossed his arms, a "-3-" expression on his face. "But I wanted to take you out for peach buns, da ze!"

"As I much as I love peach buns, I would never go out with you," the young woman answered flatly.

Korea was running out of luck. He hated it when she played hard to get. "What if I kidnapped you?"

Hong Kong lowered her magazine and gave him a long "you-must-be-stupid" look. "South Korea, I know mixed martial arts AND kung fu as well have my own personal arsenal of firecrackers and am skilled with the katana. Do you really want to kidnap me?"

Korea could see her point there. Shoot.

Plan B, then. He grabbed her hand and fake-sobbed, "Please, Miss Kirkland-Wang! I am begging you here, da ze! Please, please, please go out with me! What can I do to make you agree?" He opened an eye to make sure she was watching and closed it again.

She sighed. "Grovelling. Really?"

"It works on Taiwan, da ze."

"But that's when you ask her for cookies!"

"Her cookies are good, da ze!"

Hong Kong facepalmed. "OK, you want me to go out with you? Fine, go into the bamboo forest and get my firecracker basket for me. I had left it last night and was going to fetch it later, but if you really want to take me out than do it for me."

Korea jumped up and saluted. "Challenge accepted! Finding things originated in Korea, da ze!" And off he went.

Hong Kong stared after him. "What will I do with him?"

Hetalia, da ze!

Korea trekked through the bamboo shoots, scouting the ground for the aforementioned basket. It had to be around here somewhere, for he did remember the woman taking it with her for a practice run the night before.

He finally found a substantial path and followed it, humming to himself at the thought of victory. As he hummed, he looked down to see a basket full of red sticks.

"Yes!" Korea snatched up the basket and hurried back down the path, almost skipping. "I get a date with Hong Kong! I get a date with Hong Kong! I get a date with..."

Of course, the Korean did not notice a stray shoot roll across the path, making him step on it and trip. He tumbled down the path, crushing half the basket and ending up rolling down a hill.

Hong Kong had decided to step out and see if he had come back when she saw him rolling up to the house, covered in gunpowder.

"Ah...?"

Korea finally crashed at her feet, a wrecked basket in hand.

Despite the contempt she felt for the guy sometimes, Hong Kong simply said, "You know, I haven't had peach buns in a while..."

"I made it...da ze...!"

((I liked writing this. I'll have to make oneshots for other characters.

Also, in other news, check it out! I'm starting a new webcomic! You can find it on my profile, and the first strip will be posted this Saturday. Thank you!

See youuuuu!))