Alfred watched as the world around him crashed to the ground. He fell to his knees, arms flung over his head. The explosions.. Oh, the explosions were too much, they were right in his ears. He yelled out a wordless yelp.
Why?
He kept asking this. Why was this happening? Why did he deserve this? Why? Why? Why?
After hours that passed like days, it stopped. Just like that. Alfred dared to lift his head.
He wished he didn't.
The boats were in ruins. The ocean was dark. There was the scent of death in the air. He saw remains of a plan near by. Alfred slowly stood. He noticed he was bleeding, and his left leg felt like lead. He stumbled over to the wrecked plane. Red was the first thing he noticed. A proud, bright red circle was on the side.
Japan.
Why? Weren't we friends? Didn't we fight together at one point? Why..?
But he knew why. He knew why Japan did this to him. He grasped his hair in his hands and sank to his knees. He felt the tears drip out of his eyes and crawl down his cheeks. A sob escaped his lips.
He sat there, shaking, sobbing. Alfred had failed to protect his people. He chanced another look around before he was engulfed in darkness as he felt his consciousness leave him. His body sank down, still shaking, the pain of his people weighing on his heart.