oh !! yknow actually I've been thinking abt them too! esp for u...here's a sketch of them!!
now in modern day there's not much going on, however! a lot of the goryeo saram in modern day uzb have origins mostly in north korea! they were a big reason for exchange between north korea and uzb during the cold war era.
and personality wise, it's nice to see the mature older siblings be left to their own devices, and they feel like they're able to fool around. They find each other's presence comforting. Though nk feels like he can take the lead because he's older, uzb always manages to say or do something that sweeps him off his feet, and the other way around, too!
If one feels upset for some reason, the other will comfort them by cooking a warm meal, leaving heartfelt notes...anything to say "I'm here for you."
uzbnk having piano and violin duets...to me
in the modern day, she's probably at a cafe with sk, who goes "and his hotel is shaped weird! yknow the triangle one" and she says "you know I spent a night with your brother there 😊" which throws him off completely...what the hell uzbekistan?
Rating it 8/10 🥺
Bonus drabble under the cut
She didn't know what to do.
He was drunk. The giggly kind.
"Ahaha...Nargiz...." He squeezed her waist tighter, bringing her onto his lap. "You're so cute...."
"Am I...?" She asked him, amused.
"Yeah. I'm sorry...I couldn't tell you earlier. I wanna take bi~g bites out of your cheeks. They look like steamed buns. You know...the kind with the red bean filling you tried yesterday?"
"Ah..." Nargiza had not been used to the concept of beans in desserts. Beans were for soups, not for inside bread! She insisted, and as she had taken a bite of the bun, Suho laughed and laughed.
"It's her first time trying 찐빵(red bean steamed bun), she's not from around here," he'd explained to the vendor.
Suho tangled his fingers in her hair, brushing the dark brown strands.
"I like your hair this way. Stop putting it in a bun. Otherwise I might eat that too...hehe," He sighed. Nargiza could smell the alcohol on him, but she tried her best to ignore it.
"You know I can't do that. It's not professional."
"To hell with...professional," He said after a long pause. "I like it like this. Not when it's professional,"
"Well, then you'd have to speak to Russia about it."
Suho could bend the rules a little, he knew that, but she wasn't a free country like he was. She was under Russia's...care, as the man himself put it when the two were introduced to each other for the first time.
"Maybe I will...And he won't be able to say no to me. And even if he does, you're always free to wear your hair loose at my house." He puncuated his sentence by burying his nose in her hair and taking a big sniff. "Smells like flowers..."
His nose poked around the nape of her neck, his small puffs of air making her giggle.
"Ahaha! Suho, stop! I'm ticklish there!" She wriggled around his lap, trying to escape the confines of his arms, before her back finally fell to the warm hardwood floor.
Suho stumbled, pinning her underneath him before attacking her mercilessly with kisses, rubbing his hands all over her body.
"You're so warm and soft..." he breathed, eyes almost sparkling with pure adoration. His heart felt like it was going to blow up soon. "I..." I love you.
Uzbekistan leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Mm...me too, Suho." He didn't have to finish what he was going to say. She already knew.
"The winter is very cold...can't you stay for longer? The heaters don't work like you do..."
"I'll see what I can do."
"I'll give you more work here. Anything. I'm just so lonely, Nargiza...please take pity on my old soul."
"You're acting like you'll never see me again. We'll see each other again, I promise."
He squeezed her tighter, both relishing in the warmth of the floor and their bodies. "Yeah...we will."
