"So you want to here the story then?" the young girl before me nodded, she said she was a reporter "I was going to make an article from every countries point of view." I took a sip of my tea. "Ok then…" I started of and try to pinpoint the time when the end was near.
It was early august 1945. Much of my armies and land were being taken by America and others. I think that's when I realized I was going to lose this war. My body was in pain a great deal of the time but today seemed quiet… to quiet. So I left my house and started to walk to the beach, it was quiet early in the morning, the sun just started to come over the horizon. When I reached the beach I stopped. The beach was covered in fog and the cold breeze touched my face. The only sounds were of the waves and the songs of birds filled the air. But I didn't care at the moment; my mind was pledged with other thoughts.
'Italy and Germany are gone… I am alone in this fight. Will I live though this? Already Iwo Jima and Okinawa are taken… what's next?' I sighed "I can't go ageist Russia, Britain and America…" I said thinking about what I lost in this war, and it wasn't about to end. "Then surrender." A firm yet sympathetic voice said. I didn't bother looking back, I knew who it was. Then a silence came between us, I could feel my heart drop. "The alternative for you is prompt and utter destruction!" I turned to look him in the eye. "End this blood shed." He pleaded. "You know I can't do that." I said plainly. "So why are you here?" I asked. He paused and then pulled out a gun. It was aimed at me, my heart was pounding and my thoughts were frantic. I herd the shot, next thing I knew I was on my back with two stinging bullets in my chest. Blood flowed from my mouth as my body was trying to register what was happening. After that I believe I blacked out, thought I can't be sure… it is hard to remember.
My eyes slowly fluttered open to see a figure before me; I could hear noises but couldn't make out the words. When my eyes were open I smiled, it was Taiwan a smile grew on her face and tears were racing down her cheeks. "Kiku! Y-you're awake!" she exclaimed as she hugged me. She cried on my chest as I lifter my arms to return the hug. "It's ok…" I whispered in her ear "When t-the doctor said y-you might not make it…" she said over her tears. "Shhh… I'm here now." I said, patting her back. She than gained control of her tears and pulled back to look at me "Kiku…" she said, tears were still running down her face. I used my hand to wipe them away, she cupped my hand. We both smiled softly. "I would go though all the pain again if I'd be here with you." I said quietly. Her smile grew "Me too."
So after I started to recover and a week after the bombing I signed my surrender and was occupied by my former enemies for a wile. It would take many years before I would even talk to America, but now the war was just a passing memory, full of pain and regret, but all is fair in love and war.
Finishing my tea I putted the cup on the table "I think that should cover it." I said. The young girl frowned "Yup." I stood up "now if you'll excuse me I'm late for and engagement." She stood up and nodded "sorry for keeping you." She said. "Ah, it's ok, the world needs to know…" I finished off and bowed as I left. I walked down the path to the drive way, she waited for me. I smiled she came up to me "you're late." She beamed. "I'm sorry, but I-" my words were cut off by a kiss being planted on my lips. She pulled away and smiled, I blushed…and the rest is history.
The end