North Korea sat on the sofa, eating a bowl of rice. Today had not been good to him. Today was filled with pointless arguments with his brother, pointless arguments with other people, and, he missed you even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He sighed, putting the bowl down and putting his head in his hands. North ran his fingers through his hair roughly, frustrated with himself and his surroundings. He had the urge to tug his hair out.