How could you?

"How could you?" I scream, feeling the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes and onto my flushed cheeks. "How could you?"

You stand before me, your knuckles white as you grip your katana tightly. You're oblivious to the pain still ripping through my side, the half-healed wound there still fresh in my mind. Your once beautifully soft black hair is wild, scattered messily around your head. Your deep brown eyes are filled with a hate that tears my heart to shreds. "It's not my fault you picked the wrong side of this war!" you shout, your voice choked and angry.

"I had no part in it!" I retort, knowing full well that the attack had been uncalled for.

You pretty face is twisted in rage, showing no remorse for the pain and suffering you dealt me. You open your mouth to say something, but your words are stopped by the deafening roar of the gun in my hand. My heart shatters into pieces so small that I couldn't possibly collect them all as I watch the blood blossom from your chest, staining your white coat a disgustingly lovely shade of crimson. Your eyes widen in shock as you stagger backwards, collapsing to the ground with a muffled thud. Tears now flowing in rivulets down my face, I walk over to you and look down at your pained and shocked face.

"I can't believe that you'd do something like that to me for no reason," I murmur, kneeling beside you as you begin to cough up blood, the red liquid staining your lips as you convulse painfully. "I didn't want to hurt you, but you left me no choice." I lean down and press my lips to yours in a tender, farewell kiss, ignoring the taste of blood. "I'm sorry. I want to love you, but after this, I'm afraid that it would be foolish. I did love you once, though. Don't forget that, Kiku."

You blink at me despondently. "A-Al-Alfred..." you managed to choke out, causing my heart to ache at your piteous pleas.

I stand, ignoring your pathetic gurgles of pain. I can't remain in your presence any longer for fear of letting my strong feelings towards you win me over. Without a backwards glance, I walk away, determined to help defeat the bastards that took my beloved Kiku from me.

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Meanwhile, the Japanese towns of Hiroshima and Nagasaki smolder, the few survivors of the atomic blasts left to writhe in pain as radiation poisoning sets in.

Across the ocean, the Hawaii base of Pearl Harbor is still steadily recovering.

A/n - I wrote this last night at one-thirty in the morning, so it may not be one of my better stories (if you can call something like this a story). I'm actually surprised that it makes sense. Usually, stuff that I write while half asleep is just a bunch of crack.

I actually don't support AmericaXJapan, but I thought it would be interesting if something like this happened, so I wrote this. It's also probably not historically correct, just so you know.