Hey! Well, heres the reason I'm doing another of these, it's for a reviewer who's read many of my stories named Jean. They really like my East Asia fics, and even requested several ideas. Since they're a guest and I can't talk to them through PM, heres my reasoning behind not doing the other two they suggested.
The suicide fic? Well, not that I can't write things like that, but I write for pleasure, and I don't really enjoy writing things like that. I'll still keep it in mind if I ever feel like trying my hand at that type of thing. As for the earthquake idea? Well, I never said I wouldn't do it, and I have actually been thinking of doing a Japan earthquake fic for a while now. Now, I know this is a very touchy topic for a lot of people, this does circle the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. So if this is something you don't want to read about, don't read, and don't troll. I do not take this incident lightly, and nether should any other author writing on this topic with the Hetalia fandom. Also, I know that the attacks were three days apart from each other, I did my research to make sure everything was as historically accurate as possible, but I am taking a bit of creative license in this. Ok, here we go...
"Sir, we have too."
Kiku stood at attention in front of his bosses desk, and the man didn't even look up from his desk, covered with debts, strategies, and other documents.
"We have to continue. We will not accept defeat." The man growled, fisting one of the papers in his hand.
Kiku gritted his teeth, gloved hands held behind his back tightly balled, "But, sir. I can sense it. Support for the war is waning, everyone is tired, everyone is finished. There's nothing left for us to gain by continuing! Germany and Italy have already surrendered. The remaining allies will crush us. Five of the worlds greatest super powers, that have been the worlds greatest for hundreds of years, and I have only recently gained super power status, I just cannot hope to compete."
"I can't believe this!"
The man slammed his palms down onto his desk.
"Even our countries representative is giving in! Well, I refuse! We are not backing down!"
"But..."
"Get out! You will fight this war to the finish! That is my final decision!"
Kiku swallowed hard, his throat was closing up, fear was clouding his mind.
"Something is going to happen. Something that isn't necessary. I know it will come to be so...we have to stop before it can come to pass. Please..." The representation began, hands shaking from where they were still hidden behind his back.
"Never!"
Kiku had returned to his home after this argument, and was sitting out on his back deck, drinking a cup of tea and trying to calm his nerves. The night was crisp and clear, the stars were shining and the moon was gleaming brightly. There was a slight breeze blowing through, fanning through Japan's bangs.
Does that man not understand I can feel the will of my people? I know something bad is coming. America came to me last I saw him and begged me to give up. I said I would speak to him about it. He looked so disturbed. Something is going to happen, America knows and that is why he tried to convince me to surrender. In my heart, I already have resigned myself from this war. But I don't know how to convince that man to put it down on paper.
Kiku sighed and lifted the cup to his lips again, taking a slow sip.
I've done many wrongs personally during this war. After what I did to Li Xiang, to Yong Soo. Even all those years ago to Yao. I don't know how to make it right.
Kiku made to refill his cup, reaching for the teapot set up on the deck next to him, when he heard someone coming down the path.
He nearly fell from the deck when he recognized the now solemn blue eyes, and the brown bomber jacket.
"A-America-san? What are you doing here? How did you even..." Kiku made to get to his feet, but before he could America put up both hands, showing he was unarmed.
Kiku settled carefully, eyeing the young nation distrustfully.
"My plane is almost there. But I can still stop it. I'll call it off in a heartbeat. Last chance. Surrender." America said simply, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kiku sighed, feeling a tug at his heart. America had come out here because he still wanted to resolve this without anymore bloodshed.
"I cannot." He admitted, shaking his head. America opened his mouth to retort angrily when the nation thousands of years his elder spoke again.
"You know that I want to, that the majority of my citizens want to, but my boss..." Kiku trailed off as he came to his feet, looking down at the ground gravely.
"Dammit!" Alfred barked suddenly, tears coming to his eyes, he stomped his foot on the ground as if to drive his anger to into the earth.
"Nani?" Kiku looked confused as Alfred reached into the inside of his jacket and produced a radio.
"This is America. Do it."
America looked back up at Japan as he shoved the device back into his pocket.
"I hope we can still be friends, dude. I really wish there was another way."
His voice cracked and he turned and ran, the number 48 on the back of his bomber jacket visible in the night for several moments before he vanished down the forest path.
Kiku stared after him with growing worry causing his heart to thud strong in his chest. America had to have had one of his warplanes drop him here, to get so close to his home. Kiku was no fool, he knew America was quite possibly the most powerful of the Allied forces.
He decided to retire to bed, not wanting to remain outside after that grim visit from the western nation.
Kiku had just shut the door behind him when his chest tightened, causing him to stumbled and drop his teapot and teacup to the ground. They shattered, and the liquid remaining inside pooled across the wooden floor.
Hacking, Kiku stumbled past the mess and leaned heavily against the hallway wall, looking into the decorative mirror hanging there.
Twin mushroom clouds were reflected in his dark brown eyes, and it was then he was hit with the most unbearable agony he had ever endured.
America was still sprinting, tears flooding down his face as he made for the point he would be picked up by a returning warplane, and he heard Kiku's scream. He covered his ears and gritted his teeth and tried to block it out but he couldn't. His friend was in pain, it was all his fault.
He truly wished there had been another way.
Kiku's flesh felt as though it had been lit aflame, the edges of his vision were twisting. Kiku could feel burns shooting across his back and shoulders, he could feel the pain of thousands of his people being slaughtered, all at once.
Kiku's throat felt as though he'd just been breathing ash for hours. He'd just sprinted a marathon. He'd just swum across an ocean. Exhaustion and agony weighted his limbs.
After the first of the wounds began to stop coming, the burns stopped forming and the ash clogging the air all around him was thinning. There was no ash, but this was how taking even a single painful breath felt to him.
Leaned heavily on the wall opposite of the mirror, and, panting, knees shaking, he looked into the glass.
No surrender.
He felt the strong thought echo from his bosses mind.
"P-Please, d-don't, n-not again..." Kiku gasped, clutching at his chest.
His boss wouldn't give after that blow?
The agony ripped through him again, a second bomb had been dropped. Pain at such a level no human could have survived with going mad in it, clawed it's way up Kiku's throat.
Choking and coughing, Kiku spat blood onto the floor of his home, he felt wounds tear apart his chest, blood seeped into his kimono, he managed one last look into the mirror.
Mushroom clouds were again vivid in his chocolate brown eyes. Burning pain tore up his spine, wreaked havoc across his chest, he could feel the burns, the same as the ones his people were now suffering, scorching his body.
Kiku felt consciousness flee him, as everything he saw was painted red.
This will be a short three-four chap story, maybe less, but all the same, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Also I had the number on America's back be 48 because the war happened before Alaska and Hawaii were inducted into the union, so I figured it would make sense. Thanks for reading, please favorite, please follow, please review!