Two Sided Mirror X

A/N: Hello and welcome to Two Sided Mirror X! (Yeah, and if you're saying ut, you have to say 'ex' at the end. :P) I have a thing for Snapped! characters, don't I? How long has it been since I updated anything? Gah, sorry about that. This, I guarantee, is a story I can continue for a long time. If not, feel free to slap me.

Anyway, this fic is NiChu and will have some... action, fighting, all that good stuff. BTW: Three forward slashes (/) means a flashback, and three fullstops (. . .) means some sort of time skip.

The next chapters will be longer. I won't give too much away or ramble on, so please read on.

Kiku POV

I sighed and rested by head on the large meeting table. 'Why does every meeting have to be like this..?' I scanned the rest of the nations at the table. Francis, Arthur, Alfred, Ivan, Ludwig, Feliciano... everyone (including the rest of the nations) were there, but there was no one of particular interest. As I brought my eyes back to where I originally started, my sight caught on to one person across the table. China, or rather Wang Yao, had his flowing dark hair pulled up into a low ponytail like usual, and looked just as disappointed as me. His sparkling, amber eyes were off in another direction, as he muttered to himself in what I made out to be Mandarin. Sometimes I wished his eyes would look in my direction so I could look at them longer, but whenever he did, I felt the urgent need to avert my eyes somewhere else.

As if he heard my thoughts, Yao turned to me, with a normal expression. It only lasted a second though. He smiled at me, showing his kind personality. I immediately became flustered, and averted my gaze elsewhere. I had no idea why I did it everytime... we weren't even that close, and even when we did talk, he tried to refer me as a little brother (which I'd always deny). Plus, he probably still hasn't, and might not ever forgive me for that time..

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"W-Why are you pointing that thing at m-me, aru!? P-Put it down, aru!.."

"I'm sorry, I cannot do that, Chuugoku-san."

"R-Rìběn!-"

"N-No more!"

"..AAaaah!"

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I shook my head, releasing the memory from my current thoughts. 'No, I musn't recall t-that terrible night ever again!...' I had tried so many times to forget about it completely, but it always failed. Even when I tried to approach Yao I couldn't bring myself to formally apologise. To keep my mind off those traumatising events, I decided to try and listen to whoever was giving their speech. It just happened to be Arthur, so I luckily I could actually focus on something intelligent.

"And as I was saying before a certain American interrupted, this dispute between Greece and Turkey can be solved if we all just think rationally. It should be no trouble if we just..."

. . .

Nearly a whole week had passed since that obsurd yet normal mess of a meeting. I sat in my living room, enjoying my warm cup of national tea. Out of curiousity, I decided to switch on the television Alfred had dumped in my house (the one that I eventually fixed and arranged properly). At first, the current report didn't strike me as interesting at all. Something about the American baseball teams...? It wasn't until it changed topics that it caught my full attention.

'Breaking news! A bombing in China has recently been reported! The damage is yet to be fully investigated, but from several sources, the damage is currently very severe and has destroyed many buildings! Half of Beijing is said to have been destroyed, and many lives are estimated to have been lost. We now switch to our live reporter, who will give us more information on this disaster.'

I nearly spilt my tea as I watched in awe and worry. China had been.. bombed for the first time in years. Consequently, that meant Yao was probably at home in immense pain. A million dreadful thoughts shot through my head, all of them sending a chill down my spine. Desperate for information, I tuned into the news once more.

'The possible attackers are suspected to have been the Americans, as rivalry between the two countries had been pulling tighter and tighter as of recent. All flights to Beijing and nearby cities have been blocked off, as the country begins to enter a lock-down state. This warning is-'

In a mixture of rage and panic, I switched the television off. I stared down at the table in front of my in complete silence, thoughts spinning around me. I needed to visit Yao right now, but I knew that wasn't in my power at all. While reviewing the information I just gathered, I began to develop an intense feeling, or connection.

That bastard. I could never forgive Alfred for what he had done. Ever. I thought he was my friend, and we had finally put bombs and attacks behind us. Apparently I was wrong. I had misjudged him and his true colours. I stood up from where I was sitting before any more terrible memories of bombs and America came to mind, and headed for my bedroom.

As I reached my room, I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I desperately wiped them away, not wanting to break my long non-crying streak. However, as I tackled my bed, more thoughts clouded my head.

Yao would not be alright after something like that. No one would, even if he was a strong nation. He needs help, but his people have refused it. It would take months- or depending on the damage, maybe years- to recover from something like this. Why can't I be there for him even once? Why do I have to be held back even when he needs me the most?

Just before more tears formed, my thoughts switched to America again. Instead of depression, the emotion quickly changed to rage and hatred. I needed to show that damn bastard just how much this had affected me. At that moment, it finally hit me.

The following day another meeting was going to be held. Knowing all too well that Alfred was going to show up, excitement mixed in with absolute anger welled up inside me. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll show him and his immature, oblivious face exactly how something like this can backfire.

A/N: Is it okay so far? Please don't be afraid to review. I accept any criticism and advice I get, and love to see people enjoying what I read.

Sayonara!