The door slides open and China walks in, gazing at the curled figure on the futon.
His blank eyes were already open, dim light reflecting off them like black glass. He made no move that acknowleged the elder nation's presence. China goes to his side, kneeling and pressing a clamy hand to his forehead. Japan's only reaction is to blink, and China rolls back on his ankles with a sigh.
Japan's fever had gone down a lot. It meant hope for the broken country.
It also meant that China didn't have to worry as much, which was nice as he had his own problems. He wasn't a powerful country like America, Russia, and Japan had been, but he still faced devistasion.
Who didn't now days?
Perhaps it is for the best that I never gained such power. China decides, rubbing his aching left arm. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, correct? That seems to be the case here.
Last he had gotten word, America was still quite ill and finding it hard to continue, despite the support from his brother and other allies to his fallen nation.
But at least he still speaks... China looks remorsefully at his younger brother, who had fallen silent years ago.
He had always held an emotionless appearance, even as a child, aside from in battle and when he was flustered. But now he looked far emptier, like a discarded plaything.
Japan had lost his mind, and China wasn't sure how to find it.
This was originally going to be singled on Japan, only he facing this mystery agony.
Then I realized how unfair and flat that was, so now I am opening it up. Free pain for everyone. Come and get your countries destroyed.