AN: I'm sure this will confuse some previous readers, so allow me to explain. I had to repost the chapters (and edit a few things, too). There is a reason you always log out when you're accessing any account on a public computer. I can't find the first chapter anywhere, so this will probably be a bit different. Sorry about that. Hopefully it will be better now.
To new readers, I'm so happy that you're reading this story, or at least giving it a chance. Thank you so much. I hope everyone enjoys this story.
Yao was frustrated.
The war in Europe was over, but there was still the war in Asia to contend with. Japan was putting up more of a fight than anyone had expected. America had ordered the European countries and China not to get involved in the war with Japan, saying that he would end it. He didn't explain how he would go about ending the war, only that it was his duty as the hero to do so.
Despite everything Japan had done to him, China couldn't help but worry for the younger nation. He was still so naive, and he didn't understand truly what the North American nation was capable of. Yao remembered the ferocity with which the Americans had fought each other during the Civil War.
I need a walk-aru, China thought to himself as he leaned out the window. The day was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky, and he needed to clear his head. He would be meeting with his boss soon and it simply would not do to meet with the man while he was so distracted.
Locating a hair tie, he pulled his dark hair back into the ponytail he preferred while walking out the door. A soft breeze brushed the bamboo shoots that surrounded his house together, creating a calm, whispering sound that seemed to follow the ancient nation.
I'm getting too old for these wars-aru, the Asian nation thought grimly as he stretched, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear as he leaned against a brick wall before continuing down the dirt path.
The sound of coughing and gasping quickly pulled China out of his thoughts. He stopped in his tracks, looking around for the source of the sound. It started up again to his right, and, fearing the worst, Yao started pushing his way through the bamboo shoots until he reached a small clearing, a very familiar clearing..
"Kiku!" At the far end of the clearing lay the Eastern nation. China raced to the smaller man, falling to his knees at Japan's side.
There was so, so much blood. Japan's pristine, white uniform was soaked in the scarlet blood. In some areas the fabric had been burned away and Yao could see bone. The raven-haired nation coughed violently, blood dripping out of his mouth. He whimpered quietly as his Western neighbor reached up a shaking hand to brush back the dark bangs. His skin was so hot to the touch. What had America done to him?
Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, Yao lifted Kiku as gently as he could, his heart almost breaking as Japan cried out in pain.
"Shhh" he whispered before hurrying back to his house. He would need to call someone.