Kim Jong Il is Tsundere

The Persons, Incidents, and Situations described in this blogpost are fictional.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental and accidental.  No harm was intended.

Kim Jong-Il was in a strange mood.  He felt weary.  No amount of bowing and adoration seemed to be able to heal him.  He had launched three nuclear bomb tests to no avail.  Even his Michael Jackson Vinyls didn't lift his spirits.  He took a flight in the People's Democratic Zeppelin, and found no change in his inexplicable mindset.  He rode through every single ride in Disney Land Pyongyang and yet still could not change his elusive mood.  He finally decided that what he needed was none other than a change of scenery.  Thus did Kim Jong-Il walk to the basement of his palace, step gracefully into his model of the Yellow Submarine, drive it into a hidden bunker in the middle of the Korean Bay, and boldly stride through the wardrobe that he had bought from the sets of "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe." In the flash of a strobe light, and with no lack of fog machine fog, Kim Jong-Il popped out in an abandoned toilet stall in downtown Tokyo.

Taking off his glorious clothes and putting on the maid uniform left by his attendants, Kim Jong-Il flushed the toilet, causing the bathroom stall to slowly rise.  In the hiss of pneumatics, the great leader emerged at a cosplay convention.

"Kyaaaah!  Kawaii Desu!" exclaimed Kim Jong-Il as he saw himself in a mirror.  He twirled around, causing his apron and dress to form a gigantic heart shape.  As he twirled, a crowd slowly formed around him gasping at the pinnacle of cosplay that Kim Jong-Il had achieved.  He was no longer Kim Jong-Il, he was completely transformed, channeling his maidly emotions and passions, not only through his costume, but through his actions, his being, and his very soul.  Around him, otakus fainted in multitudes, softly murmering the word "moe" as they fell.  Kim Jong-Il continued to swirl, a vortex of cherry blossoms spinning around him.  Now the whole room's attention was on him.  He rose into the air, feeling their eyes on his immaculately made bonnet, on his perfectly sewed dress, and he felt his mood starting to change.

Suddenly the crowd broke in two, as a glistening White Gundam marched through the sea of people.
"An Enemy!" Kim Jong-Il exclaimed, reaching inside his dress sleeve to press a hidden button.
"Transform!" he sang, as his white apron folded in upon itself to reveal that he was in fact a Magical Girl!  A large bow adorning his long and flowing black wig, and magical stick in hand, Kim Jong-Il swooped down in a woosh of cherry petals as the cosplayers below him gasped in absolute awe.  Before he could strike the Gundam, the Gundam pulled off his helmet, revealing the dashing man on the inside, with sparkling eyes.  Kim Jong-Il abruptly skidded to a halt, cherry blossoms erupting behind him.
"Sakura-Chan" whispered the man in the mobile suit, "you are incredible."
"Ecchi!" blushed Kim Jong-Il, pushing him away, and turning his face meekly.
"No, you really are.  There's nothing wrong with saying the truth is there?" The Gundam man asked pleadingly.  Yet Kim Jong-Il was so dazed and so suddenly out of breath that he couldn't turn to answer.  With a sigh, the man closed his glittery eyes, put his Gundam helmet back on, and blasted through the roof.
"I will return when you are ready for me! Sakura-chan!" He exclaimed.
With a collective gasp, the rest of the Otakus fainted, and Kim Jong-Il walked through his magical wardrobe back to Pyongyang, completely entranced.  He felt like he had a new purpose in life, and his feelings of ennui and purposelessness were gone now.
"We must build an army of mobile suits!" Exclaimed Kim Jong-Il to his Democratic Republic of people.