Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This was written for all of those affected by the Japan earthquake.

In an instant, everything was lost. The very foundation he stood on shook beneath him and began to crumble. His body screamed for relief from the suffering of his people. He quickly became submerged in water, unable to move through the crashing wave. The sea became tinted a deep red as he sank deeper and deeper into the unforgiving sea. His body was caving from the shock, he felt as if he too was crumbling to bits.

He had experienced this before, but it had been a while since it had shaken him so intensely. He knew that he wouldn't be the only one affected by it. Every the water seemed to be receding, he was assaulted again by another wave. He remained still, knowing this horror far too well. The world had come to know this catastrophe as a Tsunami, meaning harbor wave in his own language. The water was icy and stung his developing wounds.

The whole world would feel his pain. This strong of a blow couldn't be carried by just one person, it would affect so many more people. America, Europe, the rest of Asia, they could all hurt by what happened just off of Japan's coast. He shouldn't feel responsible for this, but in the end he knew that he would end up feeling guilty. Why did this have to happen?

After what seemed like an eternity, the final wave receded and left Japan lying in the wreckage that was his home. He opened one tear stained eye to find that he wasn't alone. America, England, Greece, Germany, Italy, all of his friends were there, looking down at his broken body in concern.

"Don't worry, I'm a hero and I'm here to save you." America weakly smiled. He had been hit too, his knee appeared swollen and he was leaning on a single crutch for support. And yet he was there, worrying about Japan. Like a hero would be, forgetting his own pain and trying to fix other people's problems before his own. That idiot was always doing that, and it didn't work out that great for him in the past.

"Baka." He weakly croaked, a smile spreading across his face. Italy took off his shirt and laid it across Japan's shivering body. That screwy kid loved to be naked way to much. Greece took a kitten out from his pocket (…? Did you expect anything different?) and placed it next to Japan, it promptly curling up next to him. England placed a bowl of liquid that was possibly some sort of chicken noodle soup next to him too, although no one in their right mind would ever eat it unless they wanted some internal bleeding and explosive diarrhea.

They all had problems, they were all hurt by the events of the past and present, whether they were hit by the tsunami or not. Yet they care about Japan so much that they would give up what they have to show their support and to help him get better. Because they loved him that much. People from their countries were helping the people in his even though they would never meet. Through all the pain, Japan felt a sense of joy he would never be able to explain.

No matter where they came from, what language they speak, what type of government they have or religion they follow, people all over the world were coming together to help Japan and his people to recover. Because in the end, we are all people and are all capable of loving each other. We could choose to hate and bring people down for things they can't control, or we could care for those who can't care for themselves, because pain isn't eternal and one day, you will be repaid.

In memory of all of those lost in the 2011 Tsunami's.