Hello, again. SakuraLetters here with another oneshot/drabble. This one focuses on another OC, Hawaii, and Japan. Yep, that's right folks, it's a Pearl Harbor story. ^_^' I love my History teacher; discussions in class always turn into stories like this nowadays.

Anyway, I've been working on fine-tuning Hawaii lately, because she is just so much fun to write! Especially at this point in time for her, as you'll soon find out why. As far as warnings go...not much outside of some America bashing and quite a bit of blood.

Disclaimer: I, SakuraLetters, do not own Axis Powers - Hetalia, and therefore, I do not own Japan. However, the Hawaii featured in this story is of my own design.

Enjoy~!

Her beautiful islands, a perfect paradise on earth, had never felt more like a prison. The modest little house with a breathtaking view of beach where clear blue-green waves crashed onto the pristine beaches in a blaze of white foam and a roar had never felt so cramped.

Hawaii tugged at the collar again. She hated it, the symbol of her status as a U.S. territory. She, who had once been sovereign, had become the slave of another nation. Bitter hatred simmered in her like the lava of her land's volcanoes, red hot and awaiting the perfect moment to burst forth and destroy everything in its way. She tugged at the collar again. It was humiliating.

What was even worse than her abject humiliation was the fact that America had banned her from having contact with the nations that had cared for her when the rest of the world had been more interested in using her. Especially Japan. She had missed him terribly when he had put himself into isolation, and now that she could finally be with him again, America had come in and ruined everything.

"I will never forgive that egotistical idiot," Hawaii muttered darkly as she sat down on the porch of her little house, her knees pulled up to her chest.

Half-heartedly glaring at the early morning sunrise, Hawaii stewed in her anger. She wouldn't be a territory forever—one day, she'd be sovereign again, and then she'd make America pay for the years he'd kept a territorial collar around her neck!

Hawaii's eyes suddenly focused on a figure walking along the beach, towards her little hideaway. The figure was very familiar, but it didn't look at all like the superpower that had imprisoned her. She could then make out the hair cut. She only knew one person who wore his hair like that, and he was the one person she thought she would never see again.

"Nii-chan!"

The island territory jumped up and raced down towards the beach, her thick black braids flailing behind her.

"Nii-chan! What are you doing here?" Not that Hawaii wasn't happy to see her big brother, because she was elated, but America tended to drop in unannounced whenever he pleased and she knew he wouldn't be too thrilled to see the Asian superpower on "his" land.

Not really waiting for an answer, Hawaii flung herself at the nation and wrapped her arms around his waist. She had always greeted him in such a manner, even though he was never very big on hugs. Japan had always responded in some way, though—usually he would remind her that it was rude to nearly tackle guests to the ground (no matter how well she knew them) and she was offer a small apology and life would go on. This time, Japan said absolutely nothing. Hawaii knew right away that there was something on his mind.

"Nii-chan? Is there something wrong?"

"Gomen nasai, imoto," Japan whispered, his voice so soft that the gentle roar of the waves nearly drowned out the words. \

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" Hawaii was starting to become scared. She stepped back, watching the older nation with sharp eyes.

Before Japan could answer, the first wave of pain rippled through her small body. It wasn't immensely painful, but it was definitely enough to grab her attention. Before she could utter another sound, more pain began to radiate through her body. She looked down, and saw a wound appearing in her abdomen, just below her heart. Blood was seeping out, staining her jumper and slowly dribbling down the fabric. Hawaii slowly covered the growing wound with her hands. She looked back at Japan with desperate, pleading eyes.

"Nii-chan…what's happening? What's wrong with me? Help me, please!"

Japan turned his head. I cannot help you, because I am the one who caused it.

Hawaii's bright cocoa-colored eyes widened as Japan turned his back to her.

"Gomen nasai. Sayonara."

Hawaii watched him walk away, the blood staining her hands and dripping onto the pretty beach sand. She fell to her knees; the pain coursing through her body was numbed by her brother's refusal to help her. Shocked and growing very dizzy from the loss of blood, Hawaii collapsed to the ground and tumbled into unconsciousness.

The waves continued to gently crash against the shore, seemingly unaware of the bloodied shore.

I've always kind of pictured Hawaii and Japan as having a brother/sister relationship before Hawaii becomes a U.S. territory. And yes, Hawaii was NOT a state when Pearl Harbor was bombed. Hawaii did not become a state until 1959, a year after Alaska gained statehood. Hawaii was also technically sovereign before falling into U.S. hands. Becoming a territory after being more or less your own boss has got to be rough, which is why Hawaii is so angry with America.

Now for some translations (if you need them):

Nii-chan: "big brother" (Japanese, as apparently Hawaiian does not have a word for big brother. _ )

Gomen nasai, imoto: "I am sorry, little sister." (Japanese)

Sayonara: "Good-bye/Until we meet again." (Japanese)

I'm already thinking up a sort-of sequel to this, about the aftermath of the attack. Should I do it, or no? Please review!

-SakuraLetters