The births of North Korea and South Korea, requested by Violetsaredancing

All dialogue in this chapter is in Korean unless it is in Italics, then it is Russian or English, depending on context.

August 15, 1948
Koreans (formerly known as the Koreans of the Empire of Japan) had always hoped her time would be limited. If she died, it would hopefully mean the creation of a new Korean state and the end of Japan's cruel rule over her people. Ever since the end of that war, that dream could be a reality.

Well, for the most part.

The one big thing that prevented her true dream from becoming a reality was the division of her people's land between America and the USSR, both of which had been taking drastically different routes for her people's government and future.

A route that was most likely to lead to her people's division.

Koreans understood that it was no longer a matter of if but a matter of when.

And that when seemed to be today.

Koreans' most apparent clue was when she shrunk. She also felt that side of her people vanish as her thoughts and opinions became more uniform, but she had shrunk, as part of her land was taken to form a new country. From her estimates, Koreans had shrunk about five inches.

The southern part of the peninsula was where the new Korea would be; Koreans knew that, as she had been in Seoul the past few days, the land here was no longer hers. A new country had appeared there, most likely replacing her son, United States Army Military Government in Korea.

Was this new country the son of that government, or was it instead the child of America?

Even though she had asked that question, Koreans already knew the answer, the familiar tugging that signaled that she had a child. If this new Korea were her grandson, she would not feel that. This was her child, one that she most likely had with America. (Koreans would not think about the possibility that this was a child she had with her son. The world was cruel, but it wasn't that cruel).

Koreans followed the tugging until she saw the familiar face of America down the street, a smaller figure in front of him. One of his states was also one of the ones with antlers. Koreans could not tell the figure's age from where she was, and America's height was not helping.

"America!" Koreans called, walking over. America spotted her and smiled, waving a hand.

"Hello Koreans. I assume you're here for the same reasons Idaho and I are?" America asked as the state, Idaho, waved shyly at her.

"Hello, Koreans," Idaho said. America leaned down beside her.

"If you want to say it in Korean, it is 'hello Koreans.'" America said.

"Hello, Koreans," Idaho said. Koreans smiled slightly at Idaho's attempt at greeting her in her language and decided to return the favor.

"Hello Idaho, it's nice to meet you," Koreans said before turning to the girl's father, "Now, I would like to meet my child, not yours."

"Well, South Korea is mine as well. Both our peoples played a role." America said.

"And now my people are divided between you and Soviet," Koreans said.

"He's not my colony. He's his own republic." America insisted. Koreans scoffed.

"And you won't have any influence on his decisions at all." America was silent before he jerked his head to the building behind him.

"South's in there with his people." America said, "Come on, Idaho, let's let Koreans speak with her child."

America and his daughter walked away, and Koreans watched them go before going inside. She saw her child, a boy with a youthful face and the world's weight on his shoulders.

"Hello, son," Koreans said, unsure how to address him. Her son and his people stared at her as a hopeful gleam appeared in her child's eyes.

Her son looked back at his people as if asking for permission. Upon the nod of one of the men at the table, her son ran forward, slamming into her as he pulled her into a hug.

"I thought you were already dead, Mom." Her son whispered. Koreans shook her head.

"Not yet. I will not pass until Soviet decides what to do with his half of the land." Koreans said. Her son pulled away, looking at her with wise eyes that betrayed his nature as a country and the position he would now hold in society.

"Mom, we both know that he will make another Korea." South Korea said. Koreans sigh deeply, a deep sorrow in her soul.

"I know. And I will most likely pass upon their birth and not be able to meet them." Koreans said, her mind drifting to everything that could go wrong. She was aware of Soviet and America's growing rivalry and knew they would also influence their children to adopt it.

Koreans knew her death would be used as a tool in that.

"Son, make sure your northern half does not think I loved them any less because I died and never got to meet them. Make sure they know they are still loved and still a worthy successor to my land." Koreans said, a hand on her child's cheek.

South Korea put his hand on top of hers and held it tight.

"I will."

September 9, 1948
After 38 years, Koreans of the Empire of Japan was dead. She had now been replaced by her children, America's bastard child, the Southern Korea, and the child of Soviet, the Northern Korea.

Ultimately, one of them would have to assume their mother's legacy and become the entire peninsula. Soviet hoped and would ensure that it would be his child.

North Korea would be the successor of the Korean Peninsula and the kingdom that preceded the Japanese colony.

"My son, I hope you understand that your counterpart to the south may threaten your existence," Soviet said. The young boy, barely a few hours old.

"I know." He said, "He's met Mom, and I haven't."

"That's not what I mean. This isn't a monarchy. Meeting one's parents doesn't qualify them to govern a nation. That's an outdated notion from the days of tsars." Soviet explained, feeling annoyed at that long seated notion in countryhuman society. "I mean that eventually only one of you will be allowed to be the personification of Korea. This division can only last for so long."

"One of us will die." North Korea said, voice sounding tired. Good. That meant he understood the way the world works.

"Don't let it be you. I will do my best to ensure your survival, but you must also do your part." I instructed. North Korea straightened.

"Understood. I will, Father. I will not let myself be killed." He said.

"I know you won't. You are my son, after all." Soviet said, before turning to leave. He had things to take care of back in Europe, and trusted his new child to take care of himself for now.

Soviet knew that he would eventually have to come to his child's aid, whether to save him from America or correct misbehavior, he didn't know.

But very few of his children and wards could be trusted alone.