"I never wanted this to happen, Kiku." Alfred said softly, looking down with a sad,betrayed expression casted toward his former Asian comrade who was on her knees looking up at the American with her lite brown eyes lost deep in sadness, fear and disbelief. "I thought you loved me." Kiku said,her voice cracking with dryness "I did, why did you betray me?" the younger nation asked softly, holding back the tears. The women stuck her Katana into the ground for leverage and tried to stand but to no avail. Alfred frowned."It didn't have to be like this!" the American shouted angrily, his express hardening into a sneer. The Asian, taken off guard by the American's sudden outburst, lost her balance and fell to the ground. "A-A Alfred-San,'' she stuttered as she looks up at him unable to hold back the tears. America looked down at the sad spectacle before him. Kiku's small, burned, emaciated frame was covered in cuts and bruises, testaments to her braving of food shortages, abuse by her peers and the bombing by America and his allies were now clearly visible though her severely tattered bra and naval uniform that barely hung over her body. ''Kiku," the young America muttered, his expression softening into a small smile. He fell to the ground, his jean clad knees impacting with a squishy thud against the soft, wet, soil "Japan", he muttered trying to regain some formality and finally allowing his tears to flow. Japan regained her posture and looked the American in the eyes. "Alfred-San, I - I love you", she muttered, the tears streaming from her eyes. "kiku, I love you too."Alfred replied. The two stared at each other for the longest time before Alfred Wrapped his arms around Kiku and gave her a long french kiss,her eyes widen as she resisted at first before return the gesture with passionate rifling of his golden blonde hair with her long and slender fingers, with eyes never parting, she inserted her tongue into his mouth. She giggled from the throat as her tongue danced playfully around his own then, suddenly, reality returned to the two of them and they broke their kiss. Alfred looked at his love and at the burns and cuts she had sustained from him. A sudden feeling of shame had come over him, japan sensed this and brought her hand to his shoulder, he smiled in return. America pressed his forehead against hers, the former enemies shut their eyes and began to drift down memory lane. They thought about a time before the war, a time when they were free to love each other without fear and did, before they were chained by the shackles of war, A deep contrast to the giant coffin of twisted metal, ash and destruction that was Nagasaki. Japan brought her big, watery eyes up to meet the American's " I surrender America -San"