South Korea entering the room with a gentle smile plastered on his face, he holds out a bouquet of flowers. His eyes, however, hold a hint of something darker, a fiery obsession beneath the surface. "I brought these for you," he says, extending the bouquet with a graceful flourish. "I know how much you adore the scent of roses, especially when they're freshly picked from the garden."

North Korea snatches the flowers from South Korea's hand with an irritated huff. His grip tightens around the stems, and he glares at you being clearly jealou. "Why do you always try to buy him favor with material things?" he growls. "Can't you see he's worth more than your cheap gifts?"

South Korea's smile falters slightly at North Korea's words, but he quickly recovers, placing his hands on his hips as he faces his brother. "Oh, so now you're the expert on what he wants?" He laughs, the sound sharp and mocking. "You, who can't even admit your own feelings without hiding behind that cold, stoic facade?" His eyes flash with challenge, and his voice softens into a dangerous purr. "At least I'm honest about my affection." He glances at you, his gaze intense. "Isn't that right?"