Okay, but North is super good with kids. They’re like, that one age demographic she gets along with and usually wont be mad at. She loves children, and if you hurt a child she wont hesitate to rip your fucking head off.
Of course, this skill with children is actually a newer thing. While she’d always hate anyone who hurt a kid, she used to get very mad at them very quickly. Its especially obvious in the CoTW Verse, and how much of an ass she’d be to some of the kids, especially Miki and Lan.
It can be assumed it’s something she grew out of around the time they were born she was still just coming out of the Arduous March; and still not coping with the idea of it happening well.
((Just imagine in the CoTW verse, someone trying to hurt one of North’s kids and she just glares at them, and has this TERRIFYING look on her face, and just says in a calm level voice, ‘You’d best start praying to whatever fake god you believe in.’ before she attacks them for daring to hurt her children. Don’t fuck with Momma North.))
How are you supposed to raise someone properly if you weren't even raised right yourself? Look at you, annoying, loud, she probably worries so much because you burden her. Hell, she'll probably grow up just as screwed up as you
“Shut up.”
“It isn’t far off to call me a mistake, but do not even think of saying Seung will be! She wont!”
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Im Seung:
A thought about them that they’d never share: Maybe its wrong, but I really wish she was a little less fond of Sis… I mean, it isn’t a bad thing or anything, but… I mean, its not like I’m jealous or anything, but I just worry, you know?First impression of them: Why and how is my child so precious???Favorite thing about them: Seung is really kind and sweet to everyone. It makes me really happy, especially when I see her get along with the rest of her family. Least favorite thing about them: I’m… not actually sure? I guess I wish she’d talk to me about her problems more?Hopes for their future relationship: I guess, just to get closer to her? Isn’t that every parents goal though?
((Wrote about the thing we’ve discovered about Seung last night, so yay CoTW verse.))
South Korea wouldn't lie, being a father was scary, it always had been. He was terrified to find out that one of those children had appeared, and that the one that appeared was his. He was terrified when Belarus told him about the little girl she'd found, and when he went by plane to meet with the other nation about the child there was only one thing on his mind. Was he fit to be a father?
He could still remember that first day though. It had been so strange, flying all the way to Belarus, he didn't exactly go there often. He could still remember hearing the woman call for him to open the door. When he walked in there they were. Belarus was standing with Karin, and just in front of them was a little purple eyed girl with brown hair.
“Is... that...?” They'd already discussed a name for the girl over the phone. Im Seung, named after South Korea's grandfather. Looking at her for the first time he couldn't help but feel it was a the perfect choice.
He'd been utterly terrified, but there was an excitement to it too when he walked over and knelled down next to the small child and held out a hand. “Annyeong.” It was almost a whisper. It was embarrassing, he hadn't been so unsure of anything, maybe in his entire life. “My name is Yong Soo.” He'd said a bit louder.
“I'm your Appa.”
Being a parent is the most terrifying thing, but there was one more unfortunate fact. He was a parent with depression. Even if he had Seoul to help him, could he manage it? Especially when no one else knew? There were plenty of times when that same fear would attack him. Am I fit to raise her? Is everyone right? Am I not serious enough?
All this time his only concern was how it would get in the way of raising her, how it might prevent him from being the best parent he could be. It didn't help that other nations seemed to question the same thing, though not exactly for the same reasons. All the time, his concern was it's impact on him preventing him for caring for her.
But despite all this, he forgot it was hereditary.
Still, he couldn't believe it. Was it possible? Was it really, truly, possible? He'd gone out for groceries, and several times now he'd bumped into people from just not paying attention. The South Korean just couldn't do it though. He didn't want to think of it, he wanted the very idea to be all some bad dream, he'd wake up, and it wouldn't even be a possibility. But it was. To make matters worse, she didn't even realize he knew.
“I'm home.” He called into the house. No response. Seoul was out of the house for the weekend though, so he wasn't sure what he expected. He didn't know where the kids went when they vanished, but from the looks of it Seung was probably with them. Probably.
South Korea untied his shoes and kicked them to the side of the doorway and headed into the kitchen to put away the groceries. He didn't buy too much, milk, eggs, instant noodles, a few chocolate bars. It didn't take long. He was about to put away the bag when he locked onto a certain pair of violet eyes.
“Appa?” Seung blinked. “When did you leave?”
Could she really have it? He couldn't speak, couldn't think of a thing to say in response. The girl gained a confused stare, seeming about to ask her question again when the nation reached down to hug her. Still, South Korea didn't speak, didn't try. His throat felt dry, even breathing felt difficult. He took in a breath and let go, before the girl could ask another question walking out into the hallway and down towards a closed door.
He reached behind himself to undo the chain that held his military dog tags, between the tags was a key. He stuck it in the door and pulled it open, walked into the room and pulled it shut, locking the door from the inside and sucking in another breath of air. The nation's body trembled and already he let out a small sob. Pressing his right hand against his mouth, South Korea walked towards a desk and chair, sitting down and resting his elbow against the desk to support his head.
Another sob shook the nation's body, tears finally running from his eyes and down his cheeks to hit the paint-covered desk. When did this happen? When did it start, and why? South couldn't help it as the thought returned. Am I really fit to be a parent?
Was there anything I could have done to prevent this?
“Exactly why I never bothered to. Had I tried, they’d have been nothing but miserable. Let the rest of the ‘family’ do it, at least they can give them decent lives.”
