AN: My first little drabble-ish thing. Sorry if it sucks, I'm not a good author xD
"Germany-san?" The small man whispered, peering through the doorway of the room in which he knew his comrade was in. Only a barely audible groan was heard in response.
Japan walked into the hospital room, in his palm a single plum blossom. He slowly advanced towards the bed, keeping his eyes on his feet. Once at the bedside, he dared to look up.
Germany, his ally, was in shambles. Glassy blue eyes were staring at the ceiling, and bandages covered his chest, abdomen, and arms. It was possible that much more of the blond man was bandaged, but the thin bed sheet covered the Germans lower stomach to his feet blocked his view. Kiku felt a pang of guilt hit his heart, sadly wondering what Ludwig must think of him.
He was snapped out of his guilty stupor when he noticed that blue eyes were locked on his face. His eyes widened and he looked back to his feet, feeling the guilt bubble in his stomach. If only he hadn't been so brash as to attack America, a neutral party, without thinking of the consequences. Germany may not have ended up this way.
Of course, Japan had been attacked, too. He remembered the intense pain and, even worse, the pain of his people. Oh, how he had messed up.
Japan gradually brought his brown eyes back to Ludwig. The man was still staring at him, eyes blank. He felt uneasy at this fact, glad that he could not see Germany's anger and pain, but worried that he was hated by the man he so fondly adored.
Without a word, Japan gently placed the plum blossom in the Germans upturned palm and hastily left the room. He did not know this, but as he left, the German let his shield crumble and cried. Cried for his people, his victims, for his allies, but most of all, for Nihon- the land of the rising sun.
Well, I hope you enjoyed! If you didn't, give me some constructive criticism. Or something. xD