Well here's my new fic about Japan! I was actually planning on doing a very long oneshot, but I decided to make it a multi-chapter story since it was already divided.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I only own the japanese characters who are not Japan himself.

On with the story!

Chapter 1

In the mountains of Muroto

Yamada Misaki

Campsite, Shikoku, Northeast of Muroto, frontier with Tokushima.

August 6th, 1945, 2:15 am.

Six hours before Little Boy.

We are in the middle of the mountains in a little campsite established at the entrance of a cave. We have food, shelter, medicines and ammo. Everything you need to survive when you are hiding and a war is taking place just around the corner. We are all deathly soldiers who specialize in one area and know how to take care of ourselves. We are among the best of what we do and when we work on a team, we are invincible. My comrades were assigned to guard Honda Kiku, a high ranked general who intervenes in most of the military decisions since the beginning of the war, while I was assigned in 1935 to protect Kiku Honda, the personification and soul of Japan. It's been ten years since I first met him, ten years of working and, most importantly, being with him. The first year was to accept his existence, the second to memorize his preferences in everything, the third to learn about him and the rest to understand him. All this time I've been protecting him and wanting nothing more than his well-being, but ever since the war started, I've watched him grow weaker and weaker, knowing I could do nothing to stop the progress. I wish the war would end for his sake, and I'm not saying this only because of my job, but also because wishing for his sake, is wishing for all Japanese people sake.

"...mada-san, Yamada-san!" my train of thought was interrupted by a voice coming from behind me. I turn towards the origin of the voice and find one of my comrades: Nakamura Hideo, a man who surpasses the average Japanese height by far, his body is nicely built and his factions are a bit crude.

"Yamada-san, you've been acting weird lately, what's bothering you?" he says walking up to me, his voice filled with concern.

"It's nothing" I answer knowing that my comrade won't believe me, but also not wanting to start a conversation that will end up annoying me.

"Liar. You seem troubled, why?" he stares fiercely at me, demanding a satisfying answer that I am not willing to give. He is one of my few friends in this war, but still, I cannot tell him about Japan, it is forbidden.

"Troubled? Why wouldn't I be troubled? There is a fucking war going on! I'm just as troubled as anyone else is" with this, I turn my head to him and find myself stuck in his gaze, wondering if he really cares. He is obviously taller and stronger than me and officially he is my superior because I don't really hold a rank in the military, I'm commonly known as Honda-donno's assistant, but anyway, he has always treated me as an equal and respects me.

"I'm no fool; I can tell that your problem is a lot more personal and if you are not willing to tell me then at least get some sleep" he puts his hand in my shoulder and squeezes it lightly, trying to reassure me, or so I think.

"I'm not tired at all; you are the one who should return to sleep. What are you doing here anyway?" I ask, beginning to get annoyed and stepping away from him, causing his hand to fall off my shoulder.

"I was checking on you. You have been on watch since midnight" he is still glaring at me with the same force. I'm starting to wonder if I have monkeys in my eyes. "You really should get some rest".

"Thank you for your concern, but I am fine" I reply dryly, making sure he gets that I don't want to be bother.

I hear him sigh heavily. Without a word, he walks to a nearby rock and sits. He takes out a cigar and light's it without offering me one. Nakamura inhales deeply and then lets the smoke out of his mouth; his shoulders relax and then he returns to stare at me. An awkward silence falls upon us and we gaze at each other for a few seconds before he speaks again.

"Your shift was over a while ago, plus, some generals are coming tomorrow at 0630 to speak with Honda-donno and since you are his assistant, you should be in good shape" he looks away from me and takes another drag of his cigar.

"You should have said that sooner. Wake me up at 0600" I know this is important and I am totally getting some rest if the generals are coming. Also, I'm relieved to have an excuse for getting away of my comrade, since he won't go away. I start to walk back to the cave where we all sleep but stop when I hear my name being called.

"Yamanda-san, you only listen to commands. You should also listen to feelings" I don't even bother to look back and I just keep on walking, trying to ignore my comrade comment. He could never understand the situation I'm in. When you look at your country like an object and you see how the war is affecting, you feel sad and angry, but you never truly understand it. But me... I see how the war affects Kiku Honda as Japan himself and it's mentally scarring witnessing the suffering and the actions that are taken and for once in the life, understanding what they really mean.

With that in mind, I crawl under my sheet and curl against the cold rock of the cavern, hiding myself in the darkness and shutting myself from the world for protection.