"I sent a letter opener back home, to Mr. Roosevelt," America smiled.
Japan, hunched over and bloody, wondered where this could possibly be leading.
"I haven't heard back from him yet, but I'm sure he'll love it, Kiku." Alfred's voice had a teasing, sing song tone to it. He laughed softly, blue eyes flashing cruelly.
"Why do you say that?" Japan couldn't keep the venom out of his voice no matter how wounded he was. This earned him a savage growl from America, who drew closer to the Japanese man. Japan felt the cold metal of America's revolver against the side of his head, and he shuddered.
America knelt down behind him, still laughing.
"You see, it was made of something special. Something different." Japan could only imagine the delighted expression sprawled across America's face. He felt the gun dig a little harder into his head.
"This one's gonna last Franklin a damned long time. He'll never need a new one. He'll never want a new one." Japan winced as America increased the pressure on his gun, ramming it right against his head.
"What is it made of, America?" As soon as Japan had uttered the words, America laughed a high pitched laugh, and Japan felt the gun jostle against him as America shook with laughter.
"Bone, Japan! Bone!" America's voice was drowned in hysterical tones. Japan bit his lip, feeling tears in his eyes.
"And I'm telling you, it ain't no American man who's died for the president's letter opener." Japan couldn't contain his tears. He sobbed gently, much to America's amusment.
"It weren't a Rusky, it weren't a Nazi, it was a Jap!" he sang, pulling the gun away from Japan's head. Japan felt relief wash over him, but only for a second. The hard metal smacked the side of his head, and he yelped with pain.
"It was one of your men's arms that's gonna help FDR open his letters from now on, slant-eye. You should be proud." America snarled into his ear. Japan reached up to touch where America had struck him. He pulled his hand away and felt warm blood stick to his fingers.
"I'm sorry, darlin', did I make you bleed? Again?" America roared with laughter as he stood up and slammed the barrel against Japan's head for a second time.
"But really now, how do you like the sound of that, Japan? I just can't wait to hear back from the president. I'm so certain he'll adore his little present. Very personal gift, If I do say so myself." He paced back and forth in front of Kiku, fiddling with the revolver.
"I hate you, America," Japan whispered hoarsely.
"Alright, Jap, you asked for it," America barked.
The revolver was shoved roughly under Japan's jaw, and America pulled the trigger.