A 'flashback' in Japan's mind from my friend and I's roleplay that is based off HetaOni.

HetaOni does not belong to me. And neither does any character mentioned from Hetalia. I wish I did, I just don't.

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There had been enough deaths. First France, then Canada, and then it had went on and on with the nations, one by one, until there were only four left. Even Germany, the man who had taught Japan through those serious training drills, was done, having been killed fighting for Italy, who had died anyway. A valiant effort put to shame. An effort in vain.

There could be no more, thought Japan, eyes flashing from the monster to America - or Alfred F. Jones, from Japan's dreams - who's back was back against the wall of the hallway, holding a non-moving Britain.

'No,' whispered Honda Kiku. His hand went straight to his sheathed sword, but he feared it might be too late for physical combat. The monster was closer to the two blondes than Japan or China were. It was horrifying to think, but Japan could use his curse. Could. But that would mean exhausting his stamina, leaving him weaker and more tired than he would have wanted to be...

But then he remembered his dream, where he had fought with Britain, and chanted a couple words under his breath, lifting up both his hands to do so-

-'Japan-aru, no!'-

-and then the hall lights flickered, a vibrant red light flashing violently, the monster that they had jokingly called Tony at first getting 'hit' by it before turning away from his two original prey and towards Japan and China.

For once in a long while, when America grinned at Japan, Japan smiled right back, trying to tell him simply that the two English-speaking nations had to move immediately.

Japan did not watch as America stood up with his former mother-nation ( they were in similar positions, weren't they, thought Japan sourly ) in his arms, unconscious and limp. Did not watch as he saw, out of the corner of his eye, how Alfred F. Jones carried away Arthur Kirkland, running with a sickening limp that made Japan's smile fade and a wince replace it. The blue-eyed blonde's leg had to be broken, there was just no way of facing how he could possibly stand, let alone run with it.

He would not give away the other two's escape. He would fight this monster until it disappeared like all the rest of the times. Hopefully that would give enough time to Britain and America, so they could get to safety. Hopefully the fight would end with Japan being able to stand.

He most certainly felt weak now, however. He would still fight, though. Maybe with no magick, but that was besides the point.

He pulled out his sword and glanced over at China, a sickening feeling surfacing in his stomach. He regretted having agreed to let the other even leave the room. He hadn't wanted to seem like a hero, or like he was trying to be brave and find the answer to get out of this place by himself, but he had been scared senseless that the other would get hurt and leave him like everyone else.

Japan couldn't handle being alone.

He truly couldn't. Not after finding the wonderfulness of company.

Japan had not seen the swipe of the monster's attack coming, or the fact that the monster had advanced so quickly, but suddenly his arm seared with the pain that clawed it's way up his arm and into his shoulder, and he cried out softly, glaring at the monster that was merciless in delivering it's blows. It hadn't even given time to think, before attacking. Whatever, Japan still had one arm. He could fight, he was strong like that. He just thanked whoever that the thing hadn't attacked his dominant arm.

He swung forward and felt a sense of glee hit him when he cut through the monster's chest, just as what happened to him a couple hours back. Then he swung again, cut through the monster's shoulder, suppressing - with trouble - a wide grin. He now knew why America had smiled so much, and why Italy had always seemed happy. Because it felt good to smile. To know that they weren't alone in anything.

China. China would always be here for him. Never would China leave - Japan would not allow it, hysteria hitting him. If something happened to China, if something happened that made him leave-,

Japan felt the sword drop from his hand, and looked up at the monster before him. Oh god, what was that?

Monster magick.

What had taken out Germany.

If he had believed that the pain of something slicing his shoulder at hurt, he was horribly wrong, as suddenly a dark light surrounded him and attacked him mentally with the screams of his fellow nations, of Axis Powers, of his 'friends'. The company, the people who kept him away from loneliness. As suddenly all he could see, all he could focus on was the illusion of everyone, one by one, dying before his eyes, reaching out for his help, or looking away from him. Giving him glares that left him filled with misery.

He saw things that made him want to rip his own eyes out just so he wouldn't see anything.

He heard begs of mercy, shouts of terror, blood filled screams of pain... and then what came last was the most deadly of all.

Silence.

Nothing but silence. Silence and darkness that took over two of his senses, but made him feel as though everything had been taken away from him.

It's all an illusion, he thought to himself, blinking multiple times, taking one careless step backwards. He was terrified of the things he couldn't see, wished he had been more careful, wished that he had not thought before acting. Maybe then he would be going through this much.

It's a trap.

The monster was going to attack China was Japan was left defenseless of both himself and his former mother-nation.

Japan screamed as though going through the worst torture, the worst nightmare, screamed until his throat bled, and then continued screaming.

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