[A/N: Hey ^^ This is my first fanfiction! It's probably horrible, but.. I guess that's why I'm posting it - for criticism (please don't be mean ;u;) . I've rated this T for language and violence as well as yaoi. Further chapters may end up being rated M, so I'll post a warning before the chapter if it is. Also, some of the stuff in here is stretched out and beyond realistic-ness (that's not a word), but if you don't like that, then don't say anything about it please. Real names will be used in certain parts.
The Pairings: JapanxChina, Spamano, FrUk, ItalyxGermany, PolandxCanada, and hints of RussiaxAmerica.
Excuse the first chapter, it's pretty short (and childish!). I've been working hard on my grammar skills, too. So enjoy ~ !
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.]
a book of broken scars
Chapter 1 - remember the floorboards
A slick, silver katana is held in a slim man's trembling hand. Rain drips on his face from the sky (the roof was broken) and weapon, as well as the terrified man that the sword is being pointed at. The man pointing the sword looks reluctant to be in the situation, but he also seems quite pleased to be pointing a weapon at the man who raised him. Even though he owed a lot of things to the man being pursued, that was not on his mind.
"Yao," the slim man said to the older Asian man on the ground, "I do not mean to do this." His eyes were shining brown and a tear slipped down it. Luckily, the rain hid it.
"K-Kiku.." the man on the ground, Yao, whispered, "Please let me go. You are scaring me." The blade pointed at his neck seemed to be getting closer. Soon he feared he would be dead.
"But why?" Kiku asked.
"You are not being your normal self, aru. I raised you, too! Please, Kiku!" Yao said, a chill running down his spine. What if Kiku didn't allow him up?
Kiku stared at him, a blank facial expression marked upon his face. "Fine. Stand." He lowered his katana, knuckles white as he did so.
"Xie xie, Kiku." Yao stood. He wiped the mud from his pants and lightly bowed, though he had no idea why he would do this. "Japa - Kiku, are you alright?"
Kiku did not answer. He stared emptily at him. Yao shivered once again and turned around, the moon of midnight lighting the way forward.
Something was still not right. Yao sighed. "Kiku..?"
Kiku screamed and pulled out his katana. He madly ran at Yao without warning. Yao shrieked and put his hands on his head as an effort to somewhat protect himself. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion.
Kiku stabbed his katana into Yao's back and dragged it across and down, creating a vertical and slightly diagonal long, disfigured deep cut. Yao's eyes widened and he fell to his knees and whimpered. He coughed and sputtered, then threw up and slumped onto his side, shivering, whilst Kiku still cried, whilst the rain still shielded his tears. Yao couldn't cry out in pain, though. He just couldn't.
"K-Kiku..?" The bleeding man felt the world around his go whiter and more blurred. Kiku nodded and left him to die in the dirty, grassy hill, midst vomit and blood. He did feel bad, and he wanted to help him. But this was for his country! Today Kiku had to stay strong.
As he walked away, Yao kept shivering, tried to hold himself in the world of consciousness. He was immortal. 'I can't die,' he thought quickly. That's what he told himself over and over again until finally an old friend of his named Arthur had come by.
"Please, Arthur," he muttered, "Don't say a word of any of this... to anybody. Not even... not even Francis." Yao swallowed hard and spit. Arthur nodded and picked up the man, and took him back to Francis's house.
"Francis, help right now. I found Yao like this in his house!" Arthur said. It was the last thing Yao remembered him saying before he was swallowed in the dark world.
[Often I see the world through an old man's eyes and a young boy's heart.]
- Months Later -
"So, Japan..." a stern, hard voice said, "you're paying, correct?"
Japan, with his dark (too dark, some might say) eyes and black hair, looked up at the man. Keeping his normal serious-yet-soft face, he says, "Hai. Do not worry about it."
The stern man, by the name of Germany or Ludwig to his closer friends, nods and closes his eyes. His grip on his beer glass tightens as his friend Italy pokes him on the shoulder over and over again, while laughing.
Japan had finally pulled out enough money, which he placed on the table near the check. Inside, he was smiling. He enjoyed spending time with Germany and Italy, even if they were with each other most of the time anyway.
"Germany, Italy, J-Japan!" a girlish voice called from somewhere. The three at the table looked around, not able to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, though it was a familiar voice.
Out of the blue, a man with dark brown hair in a ponytail and beautiful, green, Chinese robe appeared in front of their table. His eyes were golden and sparkling, which made most attention center around his face.
"Nihao everybody! Funny how we all ended up here, aru," he said happily, though there was the smallest bit of a quiver.
"Ah, China. I suppose so," Germany says. "What brings you here anyway?"
"I was just hungry, I suppose, aru. Why are you-"
"G-Germany," Japan interrupts, "I think we really should get going.
Germany and Italy stare at the slim man. They had never seen him want to leave, nor had he ever interrupted someone mid-sentence.
China quickly filled in the silence. "Right, I'm sorry to have held you up, aru. Well, goodnight, Germany and Italy! Y-you too, Japan, aru." With that, the Asian man ran off.
Japan did not sleep that night.
[A/N: There we go, first chapter FINALLY FINISHED. Sorry if the chapters are posted late, by the way, I switch between my mom and dad's house every day, so.. it's tricky to write. Thanks for reading the first chapter ~ ! Oh, and if you need translations: Xie xie means thank you, hai means yes, and Nihao means hello.]