Versus
Honda Kiku, also known as Japan, stood silently as he looked at his country, his home. Once beautiful was now in shackles, after two disasters. First, an earthquake, and then a tsunami; both killing so many and destroying so much.
Kiku was so used to being in control, able to stop or do anything without problem, but… He had no control, he felt so helpless, and never had he felt so alone. Kiku felt like it was him vs. everyone.
"Hey! Kiku!"
Slowly, Kiku turned around, almost afraid to see, but what he saw shocked him. It was Ludwig, Feliciano, and Alfred, with civilians, and aircrafts landing and volunteers unloading food and medical supplies while their leaders walked over to Kiku. But they couldn't be…
"W-What are you doing here?" Kiku asked; not bothering to hide his stutter.
America smiled. "We thought you could use some help," he said.
"After all," Italy said, next to Germany, "It's us versus whatever the world throws."
"And vhat ever they throw, ve'll counter," Germany finished with a slight smile.
"They're with me…?"
Kiku bit his lip as tears pooled in his eyes; he couldn't cry, he had to be strong. However, America didn't agree; he pulled Kiku into a hug, while Italy patted Kiku's head and Germany squeezed his shoulder. Finally, Kiku let go, he hugged America and Italy as he cried and put his hand over Germany's. They were here for him and his country.
"Got room for more help?"
The boys pulled apart and turned to see the speaker; Kiku smiled as he wiped his tears. It was everyone: France, England, Spain, China, Russia, Prussia, ASEAN, everyone! They all came and with help and supplies.
"Don't vorry wittle badger," said Russia. "Ve'll make it new."
"Like that ugly earthquake and tsunami whore never came here," France added confidently.
"Because it's us," started England.
"Versus the world," Spain finished.
Kiku smiled as happy tears collected in his eyes. The pile of debris just became home again. And his brothers and sisters were here to make it better.
Arigato for your Prayers.
Honda Kiku,
Japan
