Today was a pretty average day, so it surprised me when I heard the door open and close in the other room without hearing his voice telling me he's back. What surprised me more is that when I heard him walk into the kitchen, not speaking a word to me. This wasn't really like him, and from the time I spent with him he always greeted me, it's just the Japanese mannerisms.

"Hey Japan dude, welcome back home," I greeted him before turning around to face him and leaning on the counter. My eyes widened as I took in his appearance, not much the appearance really, but how he held himself. There was this air of confidence, along with an air of arrogance and cockiness. It hasn't been long since Japan and I had started this, what most would call, a relationship, but I have known him for millenniums longer, so I could tell something was up. It wasn't like Japan to hold himself so highly.

"Hey bro, what's up? You don't seem like yourself," I tried to coax answers out of the oriental male in a nonchalant manner.

"What's up? What's up? I believe the correct context you're looking for is what's wrong, and the answer is you, you're what's wrong." I winced as I heard the venomous come from my lover's mouth.

"Dude, what did I do?" My tone was a bit defensive, but I couldn't really help it since I felt like I was being accused of something.

"Do you want to know what you did? It's not what you did, it's what you do and what you are. You're always saying you're the hero America, but who have you really saved, hm? Have you really done anything to help the world? As far as I know, you haven't, you just sit there on your lazy ass and claim you do all these big things, but when you look at it, most of our world problems are caused by you and all of us other countries are left to pick up your huge mess. You're really just a bother to us all when you think about it, England, he was trying to raise you and then you start a war with him. Also your soldiers, while they were stationed in Iraq, would be irresponsible and drink quite a few beers and then go shoot the innocent villagers they were supposed to have been protecting. And what about me, "Oh God no, he's not going there, "You bombed my country twice, you used nuclear weapons, twice on me, the person you're supposed to care about!"

Hearing those words hurt me, I thought that we were done talking about the war after we sat down and discussed it. He even said it himself that he doesn't want to talk about it because it hurts him too much to remember such a thing. What was wrong with him? Why is he bringing it up?

"Hey Japan, what the hell's your problem? I thought that you were the one that didn't want to talk about shit like that!" My voice was vicious and full of aggression.

After storming over to the oriental male, I grabbed his collar and pulled him up close to my face. I felt the warm air against my skin from his scoff and looked into his eyes, which were lazily gazing up towards me. What was this? His eyes, they weren't the same color as they always were, they had this odd reddish tint in them. This wasn't my Japan, at least not the one that I had grown to love.

My grip on the collar loosened and I let him go. Taking a step back, I scrutinized this, this man, "You, you're not Japan,"

He took a step towards me, smirking, "What makes you think that?" He scoffed, and then his grin grew wider, "But you're right, I'm not Japan."

With a wide smirk, the man who I thought was my lover added,

"I'm much worse."

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Author note: Hey! Sorry guys, I've been lazy. I haven't had time to update any other fanfictions (probably cause the minute I try I get a new idea). But here, and the other second chapters will be up by Monday, promise.