Syonan-to...No, Singapore looks away. Not because of the looks in five men's eyes, but because she is disgusted. Disgusted that Japan was bombed for her. For nameless soldiers hat wouldn't grieve for injured, harmless people. She looks away, because she fears that if she sees the insanity in their eyes it is contagious and will infect her like they have been infected.
"What gave you the right?" She whispers, voice low and half trembling with something she cannot use words for.
"For men that would have died too early." America responds.
"For men…Men. " She gives a small bitter laugh. "They were the lords and kings of men, but what about the ladies and queens of women? Were they swathed in silk, pretty and simpering dolls, women gentle and kind with no mind or no freedom to call her own?" She draws out her frustration, her anger for wanton death. "Yes, it sounds glorious and they won. For men. Not us. Sexism was your ruler, and he conquers the conquerors of the unwillingly conquered." With those cruel words, every blade raised to kill, every word spoken with pretty lips that hurt with silken steel, her anger at her mistreatment just because she was female pouring out in unmarked flow.
"Such a wonderful tale of battles but how many women died in their conquest for more lands? How many did men rape, destroy, burn and kill?" Singapore runs rough fingers through her hair and punches the wall, thinking out her words. England taught her the beauty of words, and now she, has turned beauty in danger. Truly an art that she never knew she could pull off.
"To me, you are five mad men, hurrying and slaying in the rush for more land, more riches." She pauses, eyes never swinging to see the hurt on faces as she continues. "You're not heroes, you're the accused that steps on the pedestal, the dead that swings from the rope, the naked that has been defiled and the child that has everything snatched away from him and he cannot do anything about it."
Anger, plastered across a pretty face. She was the idea of beauty for the Asians. Silky black hair and pretty eyes, the likes that people knew. But now those pink lips where spitting out poison, those pretty eyes blank and unfeeling and the perfect skin broken with wounds.
This is how it ends. Innocence that is ruined, that is broken and flung to ground for the race of riches. Alluring gold shines in their eyes. Singapore will love the shadows and the forgotten shades of jade that has rusted, slowly but surely.
After all, isn't she a doll? A doll that's pretty, a doll that's wanted. No one ever expect a doll to gain power.
Okay, history time! Hey, don't you dare groan!
For 'Syonan-to' it was what Singapore was renamed in the Japanese Occupation. I think it means Light of the South or sumwhat like that. Singapore was recaptured by the Allied forces in 1945, and we delcared independace in 1965, not to be confused when we joined with Malaysia in 1963 or 1959 when we became a self-governing country still under the British. The doll part was about how people thought Singapore would never succeed on it's own (Even we thought that) and dolls are inanimate objectsneed to be taken care of to make sure they don't become dusty and ruined.
Okay, I know Singapore is a bit too pretty but apparently we were a 'gem' in the Asian parts of the Empire so I made her more pretty and not too mention, later Singapore becomes one of the cleanest countries in the world, so this is my headcanon. Hey, I can dream!