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this is my first fan fiction. nuff said lol
I actually woke up one night at 3:30 AM with this on my head so yeah... I just HAD to write it down.
It was a pleasant night, one that had everything a romanic evening could possibly have. The moon was out, shining as strong as ever. The only sound came from the crickets who were hiding in the shadows on the grass, singing away the night. But something else could be heard out on the distance. Screams? Shouts. Coming from the Honda residence. All you could hear from outside was Germany's deep voice yelling while Japan would raise his voice all he could in a failing attempt to talk over Germany.
Inside, a hell had broken loose. The reasons why the argument had started had long been forgotten and instead they had been consumed by anger, which led to new arguments, small ones, but at this moment, in these feelings they seemed big. Japan tried to yell as strong as he could, trying to make his point, but it was useless against Germany's overwhelming voice, still he continued. They never expected a small discussion to get this out of control. But when Germany heard something he did not want to hear coming from Japan, he did the unthinkable.
Japan felt a blow across his face that knocked him on the floor. Scared to even move, he stayed there, his black raven hair covering his face, save for the red bruise on his cheek.
He hit me... he hit me... Japan thought to himself in disbelief while staring at the wooden floor under him.
It was quiet now. Japan could feel Germany staring down on him, he wondered what kind of expression he'd had. Would he be just as shocked as Japan was, or was he still in that fit of rage. He did not dared to lift his head, more less look at the german over him. He just stayed there, letting out quiet sobs, and trying to hide them. Minutes later he heard the front door open and close.
He left me... Japan couldn't still believe what had just happened. It felt like a dream. But it was real. Germany had done something terrible to Japan, and then walked out, leaving him sobbing on the floor. Perhaps he didn't want to deal with the consequences of what he had just done, or perhaps he was tired of it all. Japan had no certainty that Germany would ever walk through that door again. Just thinking this made his chest tighten, it hurt. The thought of loosing him hurt more than any physical injury.
"..Ludwig... ". His heart clenched when he said his name, softly between sobs.
That night Japan cried himself to sleep, even though he was stubborn at first. A part of him wanted to stay awake, hoping he would hear the front door open and close once again, hoping that it would be Germany who came back, willing to make things better. But in real life, one is not given such moments, so he finally gave in to his tiredness.
Oh gosh I'm so sorry Japan DX
This was rather short, I'm aware of that .;; hopefully I will upload more chapters, if I have the drive to keep writing for this story and if I have the time.
:) smiley face!~