Prompt was for South Korea being upset that he was banned from the show and someone comforting him. This doesn't exactly fit the prompt as there's no hurt-comfort, but it already had some nice fills, so I thought they'd be okay with this one too. Not actually a threesome despite the title, it's inspired by the "Gently Caress" storyline in the webcomic "Menage A 3".
"Good morning, sir! You are Mr Lee Chin-Hae, yes?"
Mr Lee gaped at the beaming boy on the doorstep. He didn't believe it was him, but it wasn't really possible to mistake him for anyone else; the little face in his hair was a dead giveaway. Jaw hanging open, he nodded.
"And did you or did you not sign the petition to keep me out of the TV show my brother was making?"
"Japan. Did you sign it?" Im Yong-Soo asked, not losing his friendly smile.
"Y-yes," Mr Lee stammered, backing slowly into the house.
"Now now, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't bear a grudge! I wasn't going to be in the show anyway, I refused to appear unless they put North in, and Japan said we'd never get away with that," Yong-Soo continued, suddenly looking serious. "But calling my appearance a crime against your country was uncalled for. Okay, I admit I'm a bit difficult to live with, and maybe I'm not the representative most people would have chosen. But France is openly a paedophile, England is a drunken demon-summoner with no friends, Japan's a shut-in, Russia's a psychopath, Poland's a crossdresser in a country where that's seriously frowned on, the entire damn show was named after 'useless Italy' ... I mean, seriously, man, it's not like it's personal."
Mr Lee spluttered, regaining his composure. "Look, how the hell did you find my address?"
"Uh, hello? I am Korea. I know everyone's address." Yong-Soo shook his head. "And before you bring it up, I know a lot of my people hate Japan. I don't. Nations don't work that way. If we held grudges we'd never get anything done."
"That's cute, but why the hell are you even here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to tell you that your dear widowed lady mother doesn't find me offensive." Yong-Soo smiled innocently, childlike, and reached into his pocket.
"That's right." Smirking evilly, Yong-Soo pulled a large pair of frilly panties from his pocket and tucked them into the horrified Mr Lee's unresisting hand.