"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!"

Your first thought: Hey, that's Korea.

Your second thought: It's two in the morning, and I'm going to kill him.

You rolled out of bed and almost fell a dozen times on the way to your front door. You slammed the door open, making Korea jump backwards in mild alarm at the crazed look on your face.

"What do you want?" you barked.

"I want to ask you out!"

You blinked at him, your early morning brain still moving in extra-slow motion. "Ask me out where?" you mumbled groggily.

"Well . . . to dinner?"

Your thoughts finally clicked. "Oh! You mean like on a date!"

"Yes!" He gave you puppy dog eyes. "Say no, and I'll never be happy again."

"Don't worry, I'll go out with you." You wrapped your arms around him, smiling sweetly. "And if you ever wake me up at two in the morning again, this relationship is doomed to failure."

He laughed, and before you knew it, he was kissing you.