Written in hopes that Japan will be okay. [:
Honestly, I don't really care about reviews for this one; I just hope that everyone prays for the safety of Japan and everyone there.
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On this day, the heavens let out its relentless cries of fear and anguish. Each breath of air was filled with sadness and panic. Each step taken was one full of doubt. The rain fell from the sky heavily but silently; each drop a tear fallen from every corner of the world.
Every drop that fell on his back made him wince as he dragged his feet through the open field; the dull green grass stained with voiceless screams from the past. His head felt light and he was sure he'd broken an arm, his entire body suffering from injuries of all sorts.
His dark eyes were half-lidded; his mouth pressed into a thin line, as unnoticed tears left a trail across his cheeks. He could feel his legs starting to give out beneath him and pained gasps passed his lips as he tried to look around the field.
He was alone.
The field was completely void of life of any kind; no trees, no plants, no buildings. But the crumbled remains of a once bustling place were not far ahead of him; the result of an earthquake that left nothing but destruction in its wake.
He wanted to cry out, but he couldn't find his voice. He wanted to give up, but what can you give up when you lost it all?
The buckled knees holding him up gave out and he fell to the ground with a small thud. The pain he felt was immense, but it had disappeared as quickly as it had come. He outstretched his hand, feeling the mud and grass, and let out a shaky breath. At least something finally felt like it was supposed to.
Rain continued to fall on the battered and beaten man as more tears slid down his face and into the mud beneath him. He would die here, he had decided. There was no point in going on when he was alone. There was no sound. There was no life.
His eyes slowly slid closed as the cold air around him stung his dampened skin like small needles. His flushed cheeks began to lose their color as the shallow puffs that passed his lips began to fade to nothing.
His cold skin was growing colder with each passing second; and then he felt something warm cover his hand. "Kiku?" a voice called, quietly. The familiar tone made the man's heart beat loudly and he opened his dark eyes.
Light brown eyes met dark ones instantly, and Kiku could feel his cheeks flush once again. The brunet before him smiled, his characteristic swirl bouncing with the turn of his head, and the man tightened his grip on his hand.
Feliciano.
More familiar faces surrounded him, each one having eyes that were filled with hope and smiles of reassurance. All of his friends were there with him; his heart ready to burst at all of their faces.
Bright eyes met his, one after the other, and a small smile played on his dirtied lips. Alfred, holding an umbrella that resembled his flag, also knelt at his side and gave him a small pat on the head. The American moved the umbrella over where Kiku's face was, and his smile grew ever wider.
One after another, each man present moved until their umbrella's covered the injured Kiku. The Japanese man smiled again and his eyes closed as he felt at ease for the first time in days.
Arthur, Ludwig, Francis, Yao, Ivan, Matthew, even Vash, Roderich, Tino, and Berwald; all of his friends were there.
"See?" Feliciano said, his eyes lit with happiness. The Italian removed his jacket and tried his best to cover Kiku with it. Kiku opened his eyes again to look at his friend, and the Italian gave another bright smile.
"You're not alone."
Stay forever strong, Japan.
You're not alone.
Much love~