Hello!!!!
I had a free couple of hours, and have been wanting to update so bad for so long, so here I am!!! It was so weird going back to writing, randomly. I literally sat screaming at the screen for so long saying 'what the hell do I write' XD I've forgotten everything!!!! So I'm afraid it's not very good, but still.
Hope you enjoy!!!
MiddleEarth4eva
Dedicated to AshleeQuintian who has been asking for another Asian chapter for so long!!!! Sorry it's taken me so long XD

Kyung Soo picked up a piece of broken plate which had been crushed under someone's foot at some point and tossed it over his shoulder into a bin bag Yong Soo was holding up in one hand, the other clutching the bloodied grater.

"Did you actually grate his face?" Yong Soo glanced up at where Kiku was sat on the bottom step, elbows rested on his knees, head in hands. "Like, skin shrivelled and stuff?"

Kiku didn't look up but nodded. "Eyes too."

"Good hit" he said without the slightest touch of the jokey part that used to swarm everything he said. "Who knew a cheese grater could be such a handy weapon."

"Who knew what useless rubbish you could find in a house when you're desperate enough" Kyung Soo said blankly, chucking something else over his shoulder, it nearly hitting Yong Soo.

"Hey!" he shouted, dropping the bag. "That could have hit me."

"Sorry" Kyung Soo muttered in the same tone, not really sounding it, but not being sarcastic about it either.

"You did that on purpose" Yong Soo hissed.

"No I didn't" Kyung Soo snapped.

"Shut up" Batukhan roared, grabbing them both by their heads and slamming the together. "Don't you think we have enough on our hands without another Korean war?"

"I guess" Yong Soo shrugged, rubbing his head and wandering over to where Kiku was still sat. "Y'okay?"

Kiku drew in a long breath and looked up, nodding. They'd moved Mei's body upstairs, leaving it lying on her bed and covered with a sheet of a Taiwanese flag print. None of them really wanted to look at the corpse: the thin line of blood snaking out from slightly parted lips, a larger quantity of the hellish red liquid covering her middle, eyes open, slightly bloodshot, staring in shock as though being killed all over again. Leon had walked off, murmuring something about needing a moment alone, and none of them had thought twice about it when he'd closed the front door behind him until he was halfway down the road and out of shouting distance. Although it unnerved them all, him being out there by himself, the recurring thought was that the counterparts wouldn't return in a hurry.

Batukhan gave a sideways glance in Kiku's direction then busied himself with clearing the table of their make shift weapons, putting them all back where they belonged in cupboards and drawers. Kyung Soo, despite Yong Soo's abandonment of helping him, had continued attempting to sweep up the floor, or at least clearing the majority of the largest bits of rubble. Now, he gave up, throwing the bag to the floor in what could only be described as a 'toddler strop' and cursing in Korean.

"What are we doing?" he muttered, kicking the bag a couple of times before turning to face them. "I mean, look at us. They ran off worse than us, and won't be in a sorry state like we are at the moment. Come on, we need to pull ourselves together and deal with it. Humans deal with this all the time. They don't go around feeling sorry for themselves like we do. Okay, maybe they mourn a little, but it's always for the dead person, and then they continue and get on with their lives. If they came back now, I think we'd be easier to get rid of then... I dunno... something." He glanced at them as though expecting some huge change in the way everyone was acting. Kiku stood up, sighed, walked over to the bin bag and started putting large clumps of things in it.

Yong Soo gave Kyung Soo a weak smile. "Good try" he said, patting his shoulder as he walked past him into the living room.

"Why do you have fabric scissors in this pile?" Batukhan held up the object. "They blunt really easily you know. They should be kept somewhere safe."

Kyung Soo gave him a long, hard glare as Kiku slowly, unsteadily got to his feet and wandered over. "I'll deal with them" he muttered, trudging upstairs.

"What?" Batukhan glared back at Kyung Soo.

"They were Mei's you know" Kyung Soo said as though it was obvious. Batukhan formed the letter 'O' with his lips but didn't say anything before looking down again, busying himself with the table again.

As Kyung Soo headed into the living room to regroup with his twin, the door burst open and Leon sped in, coming to a stop and glancing around.

"What happens when both counterparts die?" he shouted. "What happens?"

Batukhan shrugged. "I don't know. I guess, something happens to the country like it did last time? I haven't got a clue why?"

"China's gone" he cried, watching as Kiku came down the stairs.

"We know" Kiku sighed. "We were told, it's not like it's a shock to you."

"Why wasn't I told this would happen?" Leon stared at them. "You're acting as if it's obvious, and as if, like, you've always known. I haven't. You told me just then, you didn't know." He pointed at Batukhan who frowned, confused.

"I think this is all getting to your head" Kyung Soo said calmly, putting a hand on his arm. "We were all told when Batukhan came in that Yao was dead."

"No" Leon groaned, exasperated. "I don't mean Yao, I mean China. The country, not the nation. China. It's gone. Off the maps, off the world, vanished into thin air."

"What do you mean?" Kiku blinked.

"Where China was, it's now just an extra bit of the Pacific with this tiny island that's me" Leon said. "China's dissolved."