One day on the eighth of May

There was a girl who lived in the USA

She loved Hetalia

Especially the country of S. Korea

That she decided to do

A random fic about Im YongSoo

Oh, don't forget Russia and China too

All of this, all for YOU.

Because YongSoo fics we need more,

This is for you, Weaselgirl0904.

Because you support Ivan/YongSoo,

I added it in, this is true.

Hope you enjoy this, m'friend, I hope you do

Or I swear to God, I will sic Russia on you.

-RevengeoftheForsaken-

EDIT: Changed name to AsianTwinkiesFTW

"Hyung-nim, do you have a moment, da-ze?" came YongSoo's slightly strained voice from behind his rice-paper doors.

"Eh? What is it, aru?" asked Yao, as YongSoo opened said doors. YongSoo stepped into Yao's room, looked behind him at the hallways and shut it quickly.

"I have a problem, da-ze."

Yao raised an eyebrow. "Eh… okay, but what does it have to do with m—"

"YonnnnngSooooooo… become one with Russiaaaaa~…" came Ivan's faint echo through the hallways.

YongSoo paled and ran behind Yao, who looked somewhere between scared out of his mind and downright confused.

"Aiyah, YongSoo! What did you do now, aru?" demanded Yao in a fierce whisper.

YongSoo blushed and fidgeted nervously behind Yao in his crouched position, curl lightly swaying. "Eh… Kiku tricked me into going into a red-light district with Iva—"

"WHAT, ARU?" yelped Yao quietly.

"—n, and it somehow ended up with a drunk me and him in a room, da-ze. Together. In states of undress. I won't go into further detail, da-ze." YongSoo was as red as a cherry by now.

"YoonnnnnngggSoooooooooo…" called Ivan from somewhere in the house. He was getting closer.

YongSoo sobbed and clutched at Yao's sleeve. "You've got to help me, hyung-nim! Jaebal, dowahjoh da-ze!"

Suddenly Ivan's voice floated through Yao's rice paper doors.

"YongSooo~ I've found youuuu…"

The rice paper doors slammed open and a slightly drunk Ivan walked into the room.

Both Asians gulped.

In the end, Yao escaped before anything happened to him, but YongSoo was not as fortunate. He was carried off fireman's style over a laughing Ivan's shoulder, pleading for someone to "HELP ME, DA-ZE!" before he was deflowered by a Russian. No one dared go near him for fear of Ivan.

Later, when Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, Thailand, and China all deigned to venture back into the house, Russia was gone, and so was YongSoo. They all stared at the Ivan-and-YongSoo-shaped hole in their walls and the mess surrounding it (YongSoo had put up quite a bit of a fight) in either shock, terror, sadness, or just plain 'WTF'.

The next day, a severely traumatized and sore YongSoo staggered into his room.

He didn't come out for several days.

Short, sweet, and to the point!

Poor, poor, YongSoo-nim. ;n; Ivan was rough, wasn't he!

YongSoo: Don't even get me started, da-ze. Rough doesn't even begin to describe him, da-ze… DX

Yao: I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW THIS, ARU! D8

YongSoo: YOU TRAITOR HYUNG-NIM! YOU LEFT ME, DA-ZE! D':

Kiku: … I can truly say I pity you, nii-chan. •_•

YongSoo: You didn't even help me, Kiku-hyung-nim. ;_;

… Weaselgirl0904, I blame you. ._.

Hyung-nim – most respectful way to say 'brother' in Korean

Jaebal – roughly translated into 'please' used in this sentence.

Dohwahjoh – roughly translated into 'help' or 'help me'.

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All translations in this fic are done by me. :D