Japan sat quietly at his table, staring at a picture of his friends Germany and Italy.
"I hope their ok..." he mumbled to himself as he remembered what Italy had told him
"Ve~ Nippon! Doitsu got hurt! He was burned by Russia!" The Italian had sobbed, "He can't die now Nippon! I didn't get to make up with him or tell him I love him! He can't die! He just can't!"
Japan sighed. "I'll call Italy later" he thought. He wandered over to the stove and began making tea when the phone rang. He quickly answered, hoping for it to be Greece or Italy with good news. Instead, a dark voice came from the other line
"Japan...you have to surrender...and unless you want to face server consequences i suggest you surrender now" Japan stared at the phone
"America?" there was no response. Japan chuckled. "What could you possibly do to me? I managed to survive an attack from RUSSIA! There's nothing you could POSSABLY do to me"
Japan listened closely waiting for an answer
" Fine" America growled coldly "but don't say I didn't warn you" The phone clicked as America hung up
Japan put his phone down on the counter and returned to his tea
"Warn me about what" he thought. He quickly brushed any doubt for his safety aside. Not only could America not defeat him, but it was also a beautiful August day. Something about the weather made Japan feels safe. "Maybe that's why Russia is always fighting? Because its so cold there?" His thoughts drifted from Russia to this "brother" China, and from China to the other Allies.
"They'll never make me surrender. I'm too-" His internal pep-talk was interrupted by the sound of planes. That worried him slightly. What were they doing? There were no airports nearby?
A sharp wave of pain shot through his body. He could hear people screaming nearby. He could hear his phone ringing, and he knew it was his superior calling to state the obvious.
They were being bombed.
Japan ignored the pain and ran outside. He darted down the road to the center of the town. Several times h was forced to stop as pain shot through him again and again with every explosion. Blood seeped from wounds caused by the bombs. Japan could see his people running and screaming and in the air he could see B-29 airplanes. They were American. America was here.
Kiku continued running, searching for a sign of the fellow nation
"I will not surrender" he told himself "But maybe I can convince America to leave"
He ran for a few more moments, but as the explosions worsened, so did his wounds. After several minuets he fell to his knees, coughing up blood. His shaky arms could barely hold him up. A pair of brown boots stepped out in front of him.
"Giving up already Japan" America asked cheerfully "but I still have enough bombs for another city."
Japan looked up
"never" he growled fiercely. He stood up and lunged forward in an attack, but America easily blocked him, knocking the wind out of him in the process
Japan could only stand for a few moments before he fell back to his knees. His vision was blurry from blood loss and tears and the stabbing pains were constant now, like a fire burning him from the inside.
Japan could still hear the terror coming from whatever was left of his city. He could feel the pain of each and every person as the land was leveled and destroyed.
"Give up Japan. What choice do you have? I'm already bombing two of your cities. I could easily do worse. GIVE UP! Or I'll make sure you never see anything ever again!"
Japan could feel himself slipping out of conciseness.
"If I surrender will you leave me alone so I can die peacefully" He thought. He looked at his hands, refusing to make eye contact with America
"F-fine...you win...i surre-"
He couldn't even finish the word before collapsing unconscious in a pool of his own blood