him some of his. They are really spicy.

stares at it, a bit unsure. His boss has warned him of this nation....

isn't trying to poison him! If he was he'd be more sly about it and cover his tracks. He just wants to see how hot he can take it.

raises an eyebrow curiously before shoving it all into his mouth. A split second later, his entire face is red and dripping with sweat.

smirks and swings an arm around the boy's shoulders. 'How is it for you, little guy?' He laughs. 'Need a drink?'

pants and attempts to breathe properly, rubbing at his eyes. "P-Please," he huffs.

hands him an empty water bottle. >D

takes it and opens it, lifting it to his lips before tasting... air! OAO "T-There's no water in this!"

pretends to be surprised by this. 'No? No water? Oh, what will we do?' He produces a filled bottle. 'I guess you could have this but...'

reaches it desperately. "P-Please! I'll do anything!" It felt like his face was going to melt off.

hums, tapping his chin, 'Alright, if you promise.' He hands over the water immediately, cackling inside.

takes it and sucks it down until not a single drop was left. There was still a faint burn, but it was tolerable.

tucks the bottle back into his pocket. 'Feel better, pretty eyes?'

can't help the blush as he takes a half step back, unsure of that... look in *his* yes. "You're up to something."

smiles at him. 'I'm always up to something, kiddo. Trouble is you now owe me.'

tenses, frowning and narrowing his eyes.

offers him more candy and laughs.

stares at his hand. "I don't want anymore candy," he murmurs, feeling his face darken out of embarrassment.

winks and tucks the candy back in his pocket. 'You will eventually. Now. What can I have you do for me as payback...'

takes a half step back, eyes widening. The other was serious!

taps his chin, then barks 'What are you good at, boy?'

jumps, flailing the other's hands away. "F... Food?!"

that's an odd thing for a European country to be good at, but goes with it. 'Food, eh? Make something delicious for me, right now!'

stares and balks at him before looking around. He didn't exactly have what he needed... and it was his citizens who could cook, not him. =3=

takes him by his ear and leads him to his home. 'You will make something using what I have in my kitchen, understood?'

flails, searching around for help. ;;;A;;; What did he agree to do?! "Áno!" (Yes)

tosses him into the kitchen. He smirks and leans against the sink. He would stay to make sure the boy worked hard-or at least panic for his

enjoyment. 'Remember, I want something delicious.'

*no* idea what his tastes are or what he prefers, heck, not even if he's allergic to anything. ;A;

enjoy anything that is spicy and hot. And because he is North Korea, he has no allergies because he is so powerful.

... isn't really known for anything spicy...