A/N: I realized too late that I had uploaded the wrong document as chapter one, so this is small intro. Enjoy~
I sighed as I sat at a small cafe table, under the warm, Grecian sun. I fiddled with glass before me. I looked to the endless blue sky and felt a pang in my chest. Blue. The very color made my chest ache.
Had it really been so long?
I shook my head and banished my sad thoughts. The light breeze ruffled my dark locks and my golden eyes narrowed, looking at something in the distance.
I rolled my eyes and groaned.
Greece and Turkey were fighting over Japan's, my brother's, attention. I could hear a few words. Mostly Greek and Turkish swear words.
I resisted the urge to laugh at my older brother's discomfort.
My amusement is cut short when I realize they are getting ever closer to me. Before I know it, they are before me and my brother is ranting Japanese to help him.
I bit my lower lip to stifle my need to laugh. I nod and shoo him away.
"Now, Greece, Turkey," I saw looking at them both, "Give Kiku a break. Why don't you boys sit with me for while."
Turkey agrees immediately and Greece agrees after he does. I smile and and order two more cups of coffee, one with a huge amount of sugar for Turkey.
Turkey smiles and turns on his charm, "Now, Jin, so need to be so formal. Please, call me Sadiq." He says seductively. I laugh and nod, knowing he is only joking. He pouts a bit.
Greece looks at Turkey with distain.
I look the two men, my best friends, but to each other, they were bitter rivals.
I sigh and look at the blue sky and my chest aches again. God it had been so long. I feel tears build in my eyes. I laugh bitterly and wipe my eyes, startling the men from their argument.
Turkey's eyes fill with worry and concern, "Hey, Jin, you alright? We didn't mean to upset you."
Greece's eyes are wide as saucers as he watches me cry a bit. He puts his hand on my shoulder and looks at me questioningly.
I shake my head to tell them it was alright, but they were having none of that. Each on of them pulled their chairs closer to me and tried to comfort me.
Turkey started to panic and I heard his cursing in Turkish under his breath.
"Hey, c'mon now. Don't cry. Tell me what's wrong." He says in his deep, accented voice.
I take in a shuddering breath.
"D-do you really want to know?"
Both men nod vigorously. I smile at their concern.
My golden eyes look at the table and I start my tale, "It all started just after the bombs hit in World War II..."
