Kimchi jjigae chooseyo? [OPEN]

[Im Yong Soo]

The Korean was sure of it. This was some creepy ass Alice in Wonderland situation, except he wasn't in Wonderland but in Tokyo city. All he needed to see were white rabbits with pocket watches and talking card soldiers. Okay...maybe it was nothing like Lewis Carrol's novel but hey, he was in an Alternate Universe with no sense of what happened before he came here. Hell, he was just thankful he wasn't in a blue, frilly dress. Though, the blue plaid uniform could be said to be a variant.

Yong Soo just knew this whole thing was fucked up in so many ways. But when he happened to spot a few familiar faces dotted around the city and the Academy area made the stress of the ordeal lift off his shoulders.

But now, he had to deal with the fact that he was no longer an immortal human personification of a country. God, it felt like he was going to have a heart attack when he found out. Knowing that nations human biology differs from that of a normal humans it was easy to tell. Yong Soo was stunned at first when he awoke in the school district and in his panic, tripped over his suitcases and sliced his palms on the pavement. Now, he knew that nations healed faster so those cuts should of cleared up after a few minutes. That was not the case. That was marker one, after that he also took note of the lack of a heavy burden of economics and his people but most significantly, marker three, Yong Soo didn't have the scars of the Korean War on his body. After his brother declared war on him he had a pale triangular scar on his hip. Now there was only undamaged skin.

Im Yong Soo, personification of the the Republic of Korea now a normal mortal human? Fuck, it was hard to handle that sort of news.

And now, he had to attend some Academy? World Academy W? Finding the note his his back pocket confused him, yet it also made sense...somehow. Reading the address over and over and over again in his head seemed right. Yong Soo had never heard of such a place but deep inside of him he felt like he knew it so well, like he belonged there.

The black haired boy stopped trying to make sense of things. Yong Soo was tired, confused and most importantly, hungry. He was happy to find out that the cafeteria of the Academy was serving lunch at the moment. Best of all, it seemed to contain lots of different foods. If he could he would go in, grab some food and eat outside in the currently warm and sunny weather. That would give him some great time to explore the campus and see if he could find anyone he could talk to.

"Please have Kimchi jjigae! Please have Kimchi jjigae! Please have Kimchi jjigae!!" he said repeatedly in his head as he ran down towards the warm food. "I shall hate this school if it has no kimchi jjigae!" Smelling the Gochujang which was part of the dish Yong Soo broke out into a full run, only to collide with someone who happened to be standing in the way of his precious food.

"Augh! Out of the way! I want my delicious kimchi jjigae!!"

[Basch Zwingli]

This was some stupid joke, some very bad and stupid joke someone had pulled on him. He had woken up in the middle of a airport shop, resting up against a suitcase. A suitcase packed with all his stuff, and somehow he had gotten himself into some sort of uniform. Someone working in the shop had woken him up, and then he had nearly got arrest for pointing at them with his gun. Good lord, how he'd gotten out of that mess was a mystery to him.

Then - after changing the blazer to a more comfortable hoodie, or rather a hooded jacket - he had spent a lot of hours walking around in the city, wondering how the fuck he had ended up in Japan of all places. And more importantly; where was Lili right now? His brain working overtime while he wandered around sending everything and everyone suspicious glares. Though after some pointless wandering around, he decided to go to that school thing there was on a paper in his pocket. Only because he didn't know what else to do. So he spent some more time on trying to actually get to that school, which was a bit of a challenge too since he didn't speak Japanese.

But he got there. Somehow.

The first thing he did was going to what apparently was his dorm, normally he'd bring his belongings with him when wandering around in a place he didn't know, but... he had been carrying that thing all day now, and he was getting a bit tired of that. So he left it in the room. There was three beds, and he wondered who the others there might be. He left his stuff at the empty bed, and agreed with himself that he soon would teach them how to keep away if they got as much as a centimetre too close.

With the rifle faithfully secured on his back he left.

Now Basch had somehow managed to get in the area somewhere near the cafeteria. Now knowing where he was going. He'd seen a few of the other countries. How many of them was here? He kind of hoped to see his little sister here, in another way he didn't. Because what couldn't happen to her here, she'd probably have it easier to take care of herself at home than here.

He was pulled out of his thoughts more suddenly than he had expected, when he suddenly bumped into someone. Per reflects he grabbed his gun, and pointed it directly at the person, who in the collide had said something getting out of the way of wanting something Basch had no idea what was.

"Watch where you're going!" He barked at the person before him. The guy looked somewhat familiar. Wasn't that someone from the Asian family? Basch didn't lower the gun while eyeing the person, he didn't seem like a danger; but you never knew what could happen and he wasn't going to take chances at a foreign place.

OOC: First post with Switz ever actually, so sorry if it sucks B: Also was too lazy/tired to read it through second time.
And another sorry for there not being much to reply to OTL *shouldn't write while tired*

[Im Yong Soo]

"I want my kimc- AUGH!!"

Yong Soo leapt back in sheer terror. Who in fucking hell brought a gun into a school!? He just bumped into the damn blond kid!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! Nal jug-iji maseyo!" he yelled, shielding himself with his arms. Like that would help save him from a practically point blank shot.

Wait...he knew this blond European who liked guns. He saw him with a girl, who the Korean assumed was a younger sister, at World Conferences and always getting on at Kiku-hyeong to 'state his own opinion'. What was this guys name?

"A-are you Seuwiseu-- Eh...Switzerland? Umm...Basch-Seonbae? That guy who yells at Kiku-hyeong?" quickly clearing his throat and waving his arms he added; "Not that anything is wrong with that!! Heh heh..." God...now most of the students were standing a staring at the scene, or hastily backing out of the now dangerous cafeteria. Ah Yong Soo had found himself between a rock and a hard place; if he moved he could get shot or if he said the wrong thing he's be shot. Actually, everything equalled to being shot.

"Okay Yong Soo...keep your cool. Just...Just try and reason with him? Ah but I was never so good at this kinda stuff! Wait? What about..."

The Korean boy straightened himself up and put on his serious business face. Indeed the topic he was about to set was a serious one to him. "I'm sure you remember me from the Korean War, right? You are one of the two countries representing my interests at the Demilitarized Zone. We also share economic and political values, yeah?" Ah ha, he just knew that the Swiss boy liked economics and politics! All the Asian hoped for was that he would remember about his relationships with him. Yong Soo, of course would never forget June 1950 to November 1954, when his brother invaded his after the North-South split of their nation. Man he couldn't believe how many nations were there to help him, even ones which he'd never met before. Urghn, he'd better stop thinking about that time as he was threatening to burst out into tears at any second.

"Umm...Umm...Yeah so. Name's Im Yong Soo! South Korea~" He gingerly outstretched his hand to shake.

[Basch Zwingli]

OOC: Sorry for the wait!

Basch just stared at the Asian, who seemed to be figuring out who he was. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the 'That guy who yells at Kiku-hyeong?', what kind of description was that? It was not his fault the Japanese didn't state his own thoughts as he should. Shooting the guy an unimpressed stare, seemed to make him pull himself together. Putting on a more serious face, as if they were going to talk business. That caught the Swiss' attention a lot more, and he lifted his head a little as if showing he was interested in whatever the Asian was going to say next. Lowering his gun in the same movement, he wasn't going to point at someone who putted themselves like that. Going to speak something, that based on their body language, obviously was a serious matter. Though he didn't put it back in its usually resting place on this back, instead he held it vertically.

The subject that was brought out in the light was not the one he had expected, and definitely not here of all places. Switzerland was standing face to face with South Korea. Of course, the war had to be used as a reminder. He mentally hit himself for forgetting a face like that, and gave it the excuse that he had been looking at too many yellow tanned, black or brown haired and eye coloured people today. How could he miss the ... whatever that curl of hair was. After all it was pretty hard not to notice. It had always freaked him a bit out - not that he'd ever mention that - he could swear it was looking at its surroundings.

The Korean went from a serious face, to a moved face, and now he even seemed on the edge of crying, as he spoke. It made one of Baschs eyebrow twitch irritated, he didn't have the nerves to have the other guy crying right now. Heck, did he ever have that. The only person he had ever been able to tolerate crying from, was probably his sister. He almost worked a scene up in his head, before it even happened. Which it never did. Korea kept his face controlled.

He mentally took himself to the head. Suddenly waking up in the middle of a country, on the other side of the earth had really poked his nerves. He sighed to make himself relax a bit more - or at least as much as he was able to. Heck, if Basch even knew what relaxing meant. This was just proved when he shot a watching person a glare. She had gotten too interested and close to his liking, so with a single look he told her she'd do better without coming closer. Alright, calm down. Now. he told himself. It was not often he had to tell himself to calm down, he was letting his temper carry him away which was bad on unknown ground. Yet he couldn't help but have his senses on full alarm towards anyone that wasn't Korea. At least not the Southern version, he hoped North wasn't here. That could end up pretty nasty after all.

Putting his thoughts back to the Korean in front of him he was met with a hand and an introduction. The other was clearly eager to make friends and not enemies. He gave Yong Soo a investigative look before taking the hand. Still firmly holding the gun vertically with the other. "Basch Zwingli, Switzerland." He replied shortly and prompt, not adding how some people used the variation 'Vash' for his name, nor answering if he did remember Im Yong or not. "How much do you know about this school?" He continued straight on, hoping to get some sort of information. Not mentioning that he just suddenly woke up here, and had no clue how he had been transported this long way without noticing at all. Basch didn't want to make the other think he was crazy, or had taken something he shouldn't.

[Im Yong Soo]

<sup>Yong Soo's nerves plummeted when the Swiss boy lowered his rifle. He felt more safe and less at threat, but still a little worried as the weapon was not put way out of slight, but still in the blond's hand ready to be pulled sharply back to his face or any person that may cause any threat.

The Korean flinched when the spotted the rise of stress in Basch's eyes. Okay, he couldn't help but freak out a little when he glared fucking daggers at some poor, unfortunate girl who happened to be getting a little too close for his liking. Basch was a kid you didn't want to get on the wrong side of, that was sure. Yong Soo made sure that he took mental note of this so he wouldn't get a bullet to the face for just saying one wrong thing.

"How much do you know about this school?"


Wow that was direct.

The Asian pondered for a moment. Okay..what did he know? He knew that they had to attend classes here as normal humans, which was a total bummer to him. Damn he did not want to do shitty school work. Though...History was fun...for obvious reasons. Then there were after school activities like sports clubs, reading clubs ect. Then there was the district outside of school which Yong Soo occasionally visited.

"Well I know a bit about the school! We just go around and do our subjects like we are normal people...there are other nations here with us! Like...I met Hungary-Seonbae...and I spotted a few other nations here and there..." Yeah, he was sure he had spotted a few others dotted around the school, but seeing as he didn't know them very well, he kept his distance. "Then we have after school clubs, lunch clubs and stuff that we can join. Then there is the city centre where people go shopping and stuff! Umm...I think that is all I know about right now."

OOC: Jesus why the bloody hell does this look so small!? >:U</sup>

[Kiku Honda]

This whole situation. . .was weird to Kiku. Sure it was probably weird for everyone but Kiku was simply having a hard time adjusting. The first little while he just sort of avoided people. This was something right out of one of his manga. . .MAYBE THIS WAS TOKYO 2. . .AND. . .AND HE WAS A NEW EVA PILOT.

Alas this theory was distorted and put to rest by the lack f a transforming city. He'd never admit it but countless nights he watched the sun go down JUST WAITING for the city to change. What? It would make things make sense again. . .mostly. . .maybe. . .

The morning had began as tame and isolated as usual. Drawing mostly and 'studying' whatever was to be studied. . .not that he didn't know most of this already. He'd taken to eating packaged ramen in the confines of his room but ramen supplies run out when one rarely leaves ones room. So on this most glorious of afternoons, Kiku emerged from his isolated cube of a dorm room.

When he reached the cafeteria, he didn't get it at first. Why were all these people standing around outside the cafeteria? The food was inside how stupid could they be? Kiku was small stealthy enough to make his way through the crowd only to behold his friend rival, Yong Soo. Kiku wasn't one to make obvious displays of displeasure towards others but, with all that frustration and tension building up, an obvious display of displeasure was reasonable in. . .some. . .aspects. . .

Hormones.

So Kiku grabbed a tray, walked up to Yong Soo, shoved him out of the way and started scooping up kimchi onto his plate. It's a well known and favoured JAPANESE dish after all. "You're holding up the line." Kiku said plainly as he slid his tray down the way only leaving the tiniest bit of kimchi left in the serving basin [[thing. . .]].

Hehe.