Title: Ouran originated in Korea

Description: After losing a drunken bet to China and Japan Korea is forced to do the unthinkable. Go to Japanese High School.

Pairings: Ouran: canon. Hetalia: Up for debate!

Note: Written because I wanted both to test my Asian history and write a crackish crossover. As Korea is the origin of all things this was the result. I may add some more crack ideas if given time. Oh, and seeing as how Korea's profile says that he is around 15-16, I chose 16. It makes things easier as it puts Korea in the same grade as Haruhi.

Warning: Any people easily offended should turn away right now. Contains stereotypes and a highly controversial, banned in some countries character (meaning: Canon Korea). Is pure crack. Korea Centric.

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China, Japan and Korea sat around the kotatsu in Japan's house in Tokyo staring at a bottle of sake placed neatly in the direct centre of the otherwise bare table. To one side sitting on a straight backed chair was Hong Kong, passively looking at the three nations gathered around the kotatsu. It was 10 at night and the nations of the Asia Pacific region had just had a reunion. It was a fun night full of food, music, and general merry making. Taiwan had left early, still feeling the sting of being rejected in favour of China on the UN in regards to the sovereignty of the People's Republic of China. Now, only China, Japan, Korea and Hong Kong remained.

The events that led up to the nations gathered around the kotatsu were both unordinary and yet life-changing. Taiwan had just left and Korea, China and Japan were standing awkwardly squished into the doorway of Japan's Tokyo home. Even though the events of World War Two were decades ago, some small semblance of animosity arced between the three, this manifested itself in the form of a large rivalry.

It all started when Japan, anxious to get out of the doorway as soon as possible in case Korea started groping him, asked whether anyone would like some drinks.

"Would anyone like some drinks?" He asked the sleeve of Korea's hanbok making his voice sound muffled.

Korea's arm flailed about and promptly smacked Japan in the face. Korea didn't appear to know about this or at all care. "Oh course I would. Sake after all originated in Korea, so it's only natural that I want some." Both China and Japan knew Korea well enough to realise that this was simply his way of saying that he wanted sake. And that it originated in him.

China flushed angrily and glared at Korea. "I would love some sake Japan." He growled out, squeezing out of the doorway and into the hallway beyond. Unfortunately for him, Korea had chosen at that moment to make his move. The moment China had turned around; Korea had reached around and grabbed China's almost non-existent boobs.

China stiffened, his anger rising to the forefront. "Hey get your hands off of Chongqing and Hangzhou aru!" He exclaimed, struggling and failing to turn around and hit Korea over the head with the first thing he could get his hands on.

Korea grinned. "Well," Korea reasoned "China's boobs belong to me da ze, so why would I want to let go?"

The ever silent Japan opened his mouth to protest, however, he faltered as he felt one of Korea's hands move to the non-existent mounds of his 'breasts'.

Yes, Korea had gone for the rare, elusive, and extremely difficult double nation grope.

That was the final straw for China, whose patience had been tried and tried again throughout the course of the night. Korea had groped China more times than he could count and had claimed he was the origin of everything from American football to Confucius!

"That's it Im Yong Soo!" China bellowed calling Korea out by his human name… a feat that showed how angry China really was.

"I challenge you to a drinking competition!" He yelled. Drinking competitions were one of the many things that China had adopted during the German (French, Russian, Japanese) rule over China.

Japan took this opportunity to add in his two cents. "I'd like to join you China in this challenge if at all possible." He said in his usual overly polite manner. China looked over at him with questioning eyes, contrasting with the bright red hue of his cheeks. Japan continued, "I'd like to team up with you."

Korea found himself in a bind. As the origin of alcohol and drinking competitions he was honour bound to participate in this challenge. However, China and Japan were double teaming him, a feat that was hardly fair. But, if he called them out on this he wouldn't be living up to his reputation as the origin of alcohol, drinking competitions and bravery.

Korea waved his hands around in the air once more, his oversized sleeves knocking askew an ukiyo-e wood-block print that had been hanging in Japan's hallway. "I accept your challenge da ze!" he called exuberantly, he turned to Japan. "Japan! Bring out the sake!"

Japan tilted his head. "Would you like hot sake or cold?" He questioned.

China straightened up, his mood swinging dramatically over the course of two seconds. He placed his hand in his sleeves and said demurely "I would like cold sake aru."

Japan bowed and walked out of the room, China and Korea stalking into the living room where Hong Kong sat reading; having returned to the room straight after Taiwan had left.

This brings us to where we were at the beginning, with China, Japan and Korea staring at a bottle of sake in the centre of the table. Japan glanced down to his side and eyed the sizable collection of cold sake he had amassed, and placed to the side of the kotatsu for the competition. He didn't like the sound of this. He hadn't drunk anything since Greece had come over that last time.

Hong Kong cleared his throat to get the attention of his brothers.

The trio looked over at their younger brother with trepidation. Korea had a strange mix of over-confidence and nerves glinting in his eyes.

"The rules are simple." Hong Kong began, looking at a sheet of paper he held in his hands, "You each take turns to drink a shot of sake and the first one to pass out or throw up is the loser." At that all three of the contestants looked at each other, surprised that Hong Kong could say something like that with a straight face, "As China and Japan are teaming up" China and Japan looked at each other at this, "If either of you are to lose, this means that Korea wins. However, if Korea loses, this means that both of you are the winner."

Hong Kong looked up from his sheet of paper, his face the image of mischievousness. "So what are the stakes gentlemen?" He asked in an almost perfect impersonation of England, the results of being a colony of England.

China and Japan looked at each other and began to whisper conspiratorially. Korea looked at the ceiling, deep in thought. After a few minutes of talking, China jolted backwards from Japan in surprise.

"Are you sure about that Japan?" He asked, leaning forwards towards the man. "That's a crazy idea!" He exclaimed, "We could get in trouble from the South Korean government!!!"

Japan looked over at Korea, who had finished thinking and was now holding his head, trying to alleviate the obvious headache that he had gotten from the task, and nodded. "This would be good for him. Besides, maybe he could learn some tact." He said cuttingly, his usually expressionless eyes taking on an unusual sheen.

China looked over at Korea, and thought of a world where Korea didn't try to always claim Chongqing and Hangzhou, otherwise known as his nipples, as his own. Fisting one hand, his eyes steeling he nodded. "Let's do this then."

Hong Kong looked from both parties and tilted his head. "Are you done then?" He asked "What are your terms?" He held a pencil to his sheet of paper and prepared to write down the terms. It appeared that Hong Kong was planning to create a contract out of this bet, so that the losing party would be legally bound to do whatever the winner dictated.

Korea grinned and raised his hands. "If I win," He said enthusiastically, "both Japan and China's breasts will belong to me!" He declared, punching the air.

Japan's eyes widened and he looked down at his chest. "Nagoya and Harajuku?!" He whispered softly, realising that now the stakes were much higher. China's eyes narrowed, he would not let Korea take Hangzhou or Chongqing without a fight.

Hong Kong resisted the urge to fall off of his chair and roll on the floor laughing. This was getting better by the minute! "China, Japan?" He asked, "What about your terms?" He said after writing down Korea's demands.

Japan and China put on a pair of mischievous grins. Hong Kong hadn't seen them this in sync since the 1700s. It was Japan who spoke. "If Korea loses, he will have to attend a year of Japanese high school." He said, the shadows making his eyes appear to be glowing.

Hong Kong this time let out a smirk, raising an eyebrow as he asked "Won't Korea's government protest their nation being shipped off to Japanese High School?"

Japan sobered at that statement, "I will personally clear this with the South Korean government. I plan to arrange an agreement with the government where any work that they require Korea to complete will either faxed to him or completed over the phone."

China looked over at Korea and noticed a mischievous look on his face.

"I don't do my work now; I won't do it if I lose." Korea smirked after he said this and slid his hands into his sleeves, "But I won't lose because sake originated in me!"

Ignoring the obviously fabricated claims, Hong Kong cleared his throat and, once he had the nation's attention, began to read. "Okay, so," He began, "In the event that China and Japan lose, they have to give their breasts to Korea. In the event that Korea loses, he has to attend a year in Japanese High School." He looked up from his piece of paper, "Do you all agree to these terms?" He asked.

China, Japan and Korea looked at each other and nodded. Hong Kong grinned again and waved a hand in the sake's direction. "Well then, let the games begin."

Upon Hong Kong's request they went in alphabetical order. China poured himself a shot, and in the same movement downed it. Elegantly placing the shot glass onto the kotatsu he looked directly into Korea's eyes and grinned. The showdown had begun.

*

Two hours later found the quartet in an interesting state. Besides a violent flush on Japan's cheeks, there were no visible changes in Japan's visage. He was just as silent when drunk as he is when sober. However, interestingly enough, in his drunken state his fingers began twitching towards China, and he had begun to lean against his brother's shoulder. Said brother was just as red faced as Japan, however that was where the similarities ended. China was a depressed drunk and had begun crying over Taiwan's leaving on his account.

"I feel like a failure as a brother!" He wailed, leaning on Japan just like he was leaning against him. "Why doesn't she like me Kiku?" He asked Japan, the use of his human name saying a lot about his current state of inebriation.

Japan looked up at the teary-eyed China and sighed dreamily, leaning in a little bit closer to him. He didn't even look at the sake shot before he downed it, not spilling a drop on his pristine yukata.

Korea looked at the drunken duo, swaying in his spot. His brain was a little bit fuzzy and he wasn't quite sure what was going on. He had the biggest urge to throw up, faint, and call everyone cousins just for the heck of it… all at the same time. Realising that it was his turn he picked up the bottle of sake, the 7th bottle of that evening, and unsteadily began to pour it.

Hong Kong watched in unabated amusement as Korea misjudged the cup's depth and spilt the sake onto Japan's kotatsu.

"My Kotatsu!" Japan exclaimed half-heartedly too preoccupied with trying to subtly seduce China to care at this point of time. Hong Kong watched this with great glee, already having set up a camera (while the nations were busy drinking) to film the blackmail worth material. With this gold Japan and China would supply him with enough fireworks to blow England into the next century.

Korea wobbled as he brought the cup to his lips, spilling more of the substance on his hanbok. By the time he had managed to bring the cup to his lips he was starting to look noticeably sick. Japan, self-aware even when drunk, took notice of this and began to smile. His hand began to creep onto China's leg. China was too busy crying, this time about Japan's betrayal of him just before World War Two.

Korea rested the cup against his lips and said one drunken phrase before hiccupping. "I'll win thish challenge." Plastering a grin on his face he poured the drink into his mouth and swallowed with great difficulty. Hong Kong watched intently, waiting to see what would happen before reminding China that he needed to take another shot.

Korea swayed in his spot turning visibly green. He could be seen visibly fighting the urge to throw up. Korea however was the origin of self control, and thus mastered the urge to throw up. Instead he blacked out, his final image being China staring at him with a strangely conniving look on his face for one who was supposed to be drunk.

*

When Korea woke up he noticed two things. Firstly, Japan was sitting beside his bedside, drinking from a bottle marked Solmak. China was sitting on the opposite side, looking as if nothing had happened the previous night. Hong Kong was standing by the door, holding a pristine sheet of paper he recognised as a legal contract a smug grin plastered over his face.

"Did I win da ze?" Korea asked in a hoarse voice. His head was pounding. Japan simply grinned before passing him the bottle of Solmak. He took a swig from the bottle and noticed that his head was already going away. It appeared that Solmak was the miracle cure of hangovers.

China grinned, shaking his head. "You had no hope aru." He said, "I have been around for 4000 years aru. I have of course mastered the art of drinking." He looked down at his feet and shuddered, "And even then sake doesn't have the same punch that vodka does."

Japan scrunched up his nose in distaste. He knew just as well as Korea did that China was referring to Russia, and his obsession with Vodka.

Korea tilted his head in confusion. "But you were crying da ze!" He said as loudly as he could manage, "You looked completely drunk China-hyung." Korea hoped that calling China his brother would solve at least one of his problems.

China simply shifted in his chair. "I decided that seeing as how I was drinking I would act the part." He looked over at Korea and grinned, "Some of us didn't have to act it seems."

"I have enough blackmail material to ensure next years New Years fireworks are seen all the way in Antarctica!" Hong Kong piped up. Hong Kong stepped forward and put an empty tray on Korea's lap, placing the legal contract on top of it. "Now sign this." Hong Kong said bluntly, clearly enjoying himself way too much.

Korea immediately protested. "But I don't wanna go to school!" He exclaimed, "I'm a nation da ze! Not to mention your older brother." He exclaimed.

Hong Kong glared at him. "Only by a couple of months, Yong Soo." He unfolded his arms and gestured to the contract. "Now sign it so I can go home." He demanded.

Korea looked over at Japan and China. They simply looked at him. Clearly he would get no sympathy from them. "Fine." Korea didn't bother reading through all of the technical mumbo jumbo. He knew the consequences of his little challenge just as well as China and Japan did. Picking up the pen offered to him by Japan he quickly signed his name and quickly signed his fate.

Japan and China looked at each other happily.

"Now Korea is out of our hair aru!" China happily exclaimed.

Japan allowed a small smile to grace his face before nodding. "The challenge was well worth it." Japan agreed.

Korea began to panic. Now he had to face the inevitable. He was going to Japanese school.

*

As it turns out it only took Japan 2 days to sort everything out. The first day was spent negotiating with the Korean government to obtain permission for Korea to do this. As soon as Japan had mentioned the contract binding Korea to this challenge the government had been surprisingly eager to get Korea out of their hands.

Japan sat in his office with his phone held away from his ear. Korea's boss was having a rant on his nation.

"Feel free to take him out of our hands!" The man cried into the telephone, "Hell, you can have him for two years, three! He causes nothing but trouble and is always making awkward situations internationally. You wouldn't believe how many times the American President has had to wipe the records of something that boy has said! Why did he have to claim that democracy originated in Korea?"

Japan cleared his throat and tried to interrupt the man's rant. "Excuse me Myung-bak san?" Japan asked politely.

The man stopped ranting abruptly. "Oh I'm sorry Honda-san, you were saying?"

Japan once more cleared his throat, and glanced at Korea who was listening at the door with a smug look on his face. Apparently he was proud to have gotten under his boss's skin like this. "So we are in agreement that Korea will stay in Japanese High School for exactly one year." Japan questioned.

Korea's boss made sounds of approval, "Mm Hmm, Yes that's right. He can stay longer if he wants to." He added briefly.

Japan nodded. "I'm glad we have an understanding then."

"Thankyou for taking Yong-Soo out of my hands, Honda-san."

Japan nodded and bowed, ignoring the fact that he was on the phone and the man couldn't see the action. "Your welcome, have a good day sir." He said before hanging up the phone.

The rest of the day was spent looking for a suitable school for Korea to go to. China and Japan agreed that Korea should go to a high class school. Not only because it fit his status as a nation, but also because a high class school would help Korea learn some more manners. Korea demanded that he go to the best school there was, and promptly looked on the internet for the most expensive school in Japan.

China and Japan looked at each other as Korea did this, knowing that whatever came of this it couldn't be good. Korea came back a few minutes later waving around a computer print out.

"Look China-hyung! This is the school I want to go to!" Korea yelled excitedly thrusting the paper in China's face.

Japan looked over China's shoulder at the piece of paper and nodded. "Ah, Ouran Academy." He breathed. Japan was very familiar with this school and its reputation. Korea could do well in this school. "Its very close to here." Japan pointed out.

China looked at the school, noting its pristine grounds and its impeccable teaching record. Then his eyes gravitated to the price.

"Aiyah!" China exclaimed, "This school is very expensive aru! To pay for a year would mean spending at least half of both of our combined bank accounts aru!" He exclaimed. China of course made reference to the fact that the bank account of a nation was incredibly big. In fact, all nations (depending on the state's GDP) were incredibly wealthy. They were in fact paid a generous wage for the hours that they spent working for the state department.

Japan looked at China and smiled. "We aren't the only ones paying for it China-san." Japan said softly, "We will split the costs for this school 3 ways. And any extra costs incurred will be paid for by us working extra hours." Japan paused before continuing. "Of course, the Korean government has also offered to pay for half of Korea's school fees."

All three of them grinned at each other. Then Japan and China came to a realisation.

"Wait a second aru, why are you so excited to go to school? You were panicking yesterday ago aru!" China asked loudly, poking Korea in the ribs.

Korea simply grinned and raised his arms above his head, "I'm excited because school is going to be more fun than boring politics da ze!"

He didn't say more than that, and he didn't need to.

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The next day was spent organizing Korea's enrolment into Ouran Academy. It took only a couple of pulled strings to get Im Yong Soo, also known as Korea, enrolled into Ouran. That wasn't the hard part. The hard part came the next week when Korea, or Im Yong-Soo, had to start school. It took an hour to convince Korea to try on the uniform.

China took great pleasure in chasing Korea around Japan's house holding his new powder blue uniform. Korea took no pleasure in running away from China. Korea had few rules. The ones that he did have were as follows: 1) He is the origin of all things, great and small. 2) He should not have to do any more work than he needs to. The third rule was simple: 3) He only wears clothes made in Korea. It was a rule that had never been broken.

Korea ran out of the house and dove onto the front lawn in an effort to evade his follower. Unfortunately he did not take into account what Japan was doing. Japan as it turns out, was helping China in coordinating an ambush.

Japan leapt out from behind some bushes and tackled Korea, bringing the nation into submission.

"You will never make me wear those clothes da ze!" Korea yelled, making a loud fuss and alerting Japan's neighbours that something interesting was happening in the Honda house. They paid no heed to this though; they knew perfectly well that whenever Honda Kiku's family visited things got louder in the neighbourhood. In fact, it was a given. The constant yelling actually lowered land value of the neighbourhood.

"You need to wear your school uniform Yong-Soo." Japan grunted, trying desperately to keep the flailing nation from breaking free.

Korea whined flailing his arms the oversized sleeves of his hanbok hitting Japan in the face several times.

"But it isn't from Korea!" He exclaimed, a phrase not often heard from the nation's lips. "I only wear clothes that Originated in Korea."

China chuckled, kneeling down beside Japan and held out the uniform for Korea to see. It was, to Korea's eyes at least, a hideous concoction made of powder-blue fabric with a high thread count. "But Yong-Soo, I thought you were the origin of everything aru."

Korea squirmed in his place and tried desperately to get away from the jacket that China held up. "Korea is not the origin of that monstrosity. It's hideous!"

Japan and China looked at their 'younger-brother' with exasperated looks on their faces. "I believe it will look very good on you Yong-Soo." Japan said politely.

Korea looked up at him with an expression on his face that clearly said: 'Duh'. "Of course I would. But I'm not wearing it because it was does not Originate in Korea." He protested.

China gained a scary look on his face, somehow acquiring shadows that made his eyes gleam, despite the bright sunny morning sky. "Oh," China said in an uncharacteristically deep tone, "we'll just see about that aru.'

Korea looked back at China defiantly, however it was all for naught. Despite Korea's vehement protests, China had his way and Korea was forced into the school uniform.

Im Yong-Soo was a strange sight to see, as he stood in the front lawn of Honda Kiku's house. He was very obviously Korean, and had a strange curl that stuck up from his hair. If you squinted at the curl, you would notice that it looked like it had a face. The most obvious thing about Im Yong-Soo was however, that he looked almost claustrophobic in the form fitting uniform of Ouran Academy. Honda Kiku and Wang Yao however, knew that he would be instantly popular with the ladies of Ouran.

Japan and China stood at the door and grinned at Korea. Japan handed him a hand packed bento box and gave him an encouraging smile. Hong Kong, who had travelled to Japan purely so he could watch his brother's first day, pulled out his video camera fully prepared to follow him to school. By all accounts, Japan and China were fully unaware that Hong Kong was even there.

Hong Kong smiled and focused his video camera on Hong Kong, thankful that he had taken tips of stealth from the elusive Canada, and began filming.

Im Yong-Soo turned away from his brothers and gave a casual wave over his shoulder walking out of the front gates. It was time for Im Yong-Soo's first day of school.

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Officially I'd just like to apologize for that chapter. It is all over the place, but, I'm just glad that I pumped it out. I wrote this for the laughs, so if people like it I'll continue with it. If not, well it'll probably stay up for a bit before its deleted. Next chapter will have Ouran in it. Plan to find out whether Hong Kong successfully infiltrates Ouran.

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