It was March 11, 2011, and Japan was just getting home from a world meeting. It took place at England's, so the plane ride home was a little long. He sighed as he walked through the doors of his home and headed toward his bedroom.
"That was a very long meeting. With England-san and France-san constantly bickering along with other fussing, I do not see how anyone wouldn't be tired trying to settle things down." he mumbled to himself.
"At least now I may get some rest." and with that said, the Japanese man stumbled into his room, laid down, and before he knew it, he was asleep.
The meeting today was very long, tiring, and loud. Not only was England and France fighting (surprise surprise), China was chasing/yelling at Korea for, um, 'certain' reasons, Prussia said something that upset Hungary (which lead to a loud bang and a Prussia with a red mark on his face), and America wouldn't stop protesting about 'super-heroes' saving Global Warming. Greece (who was actually awake) was fighting with Turkey about who Japan liked better, Cuba kept thinking Canada was America, thus hitting him, and Russia just sat there with that demonic smile on his face as the rest of the world fought. At first, Japan sat quietly also, but ended up trying to calm everyone down. Italy was somewhere making pasta and Romano was yelling at Spain with that "lovely" mouth of his. Germany, who was irritated as usual, finally snapped and told everyone to shut up.
The day was fine after that but still very exsausting.
Japan shifted in his sleep, dreaming about the world at peace. He was in a flat, grassy area, sitting underneath a cherry blossom tree. He gazed across the land, sighing happily. He closed his eyes and thought about his world of peace and serenity. A warm, light breeze flew through the air, moving the hair out is eyes slightly. The world stood quiet, peaceful, and still; until everything around him suddenly shook. Trees were falling and screams filled with horror were heard from distances beyond the land. Japan woke up from what he thought was a nightmare to the shocking truth; it wasn't just a nightmare, it was reality.
He sat up in a state of shock. The walls around him where now shaking violently, causing things to be tossed around. A crash from the living room snapped him out of his little "la-la land" and made him realize he had to get out of his home now.
Quickly he jumped out of his bed and started heading for the door. The shakes, however, were so strong that he was forced right to the ground. Japan wasn't going to give up that easy though. He stood back up, now pacing himself, and was out of his slide-door. Japan hurried into the living room, not noticing it was covered with broken vases and thrown around furniture.
He stood there for a second and thought, then decided to go through the kitchen, assuming it'd be too dangerous to go through scattered glass. He swiftly moved about the house to his kitchen. Dishes were broken and the sink pipe was running. Less glass then the living room spread across the area but it was very slippery.
Japan, taking deep precaution on where he stepped, walked slowly threw the kitchen. However, the powerful shocks, and a slippery floor, knocked him down. He moaned in pain for a moment then looked up to see that the only way out of his home was surrounded by broken wood and a bunch of other things; enabling him to escape.
Japan knew that the possibility of exiting his home safely wasn't much. He found himself crawling under the nearest table for possible protection. That's when things began to collapse. With his bookcase and a few of his shelves now falling, he embraced himself for whatever had to come. He was doing fine too, that is, until the walls around him began to break.
Moving his eyes up the wall, he then noticed the ceiling of the room was cracking. Japan knew that this wasn't going to end well. He realized he might not survive. Mumbling what he thought would be his final words, he closed his eyes and the roof above him gave in and collapsed completely.