A/N: This is my first fanfiction, set after WWII. Enjoy!
Japan was lying on a futon, staring at the moon. The pale, gentle light washed over his tear-stained face as the once-grand Japan was reduced to a meek person in a body cast. The small island nation bowed his head. Memories of the previous years flooded his mind. Of war and battles, of his alliances with the Axis powers, of pasta and of hard training, of the bomb, of surrendering….
"What did we do? All we wanted to do was to be stronger, to be recognized…we didn't do anything. We were just like the Allies, only on the losing side," he said softly as he looked at a small painting of the Axis powers.
After their surrendering, Japan was forced to give up his territories, due to some Allies powers pact. Of course, Japan expected this, him being on the losing side, but not this bad. Part of this pact made America live in his house, and to take control of Okinawa. "Better than China" Japan muttered.
He wondered about his allies. Germany was in total chaos, his land, economy and people crushed. Italy went off the deep end a couple of years ago, and Prussia disappeared. The once-great axis powers had crumbled. They were no more than dust.
Japan sighed and closed his eyes. He would just have to persevere.
A/N: After the war, Germany was in chaos, Italy had and was in a turbulent state, and Prussia was broken up. America put Okinawa, a southern island, under their control. It was under Japan's control by 1972. However, to this day, there are still military bases there.
Futons are foldable layers of blankets to make a bed. They are not high off of the ground, like beds. I find them pretty confortable.
Constructive criticism is welcomed.