So I decided to do another short one shot thing with this fic. It's based in the same world as the first one shot, where Japan lost his eyesight in the second world war. It is also based after the first one shot. Also this is probably historically inaccurate and is strongly based on my own head cannons. Please enjoy!


I made my way up the front walk, counting my paces as usual.

America had invited me over to watch movies, though I know it's just because he's to scared to watch them alone. The only thing about these movies that scares me is when the volume suddenly increases without warning, the rest of it is, honestly, rather predictable.

Also I can't see all the blood and gore surely happening across the screen, so that's a plus.

Since I can't see the screen, all I do is comment on something being horrifying in a deadpanned voice, which normally makes him angry. The is, before he starts crying into his pillow again.

Rolling my unseeing eyes as I mounted the steps, I knocked on the door.

It unlocked and opened.
"Sup dude! Thanks for coming!"

"Not at all, America-san, thank you for inviting me." I replied as he walked inside. I followed along, paying careful attention to where I saw stepping.

I slid my feet slightly across the hardwood, and it paid off, seeing as I knocked several balls and papers I could have slipped on out of my path.

"So, bro, I was thinking, you've been chilling with China a lot lately."
I shrugged, looking in America's direction.

"Well, they are my siblings and I had not spent time with them for quite a while."

Ever since Yao and the others had found out about my secret, that I had been blind for seventy years, I had been spending a lot more time with them, we often wore casual clothing and went out to new places, something I'd not had the luxury of doing without a full military guard for sometime. Even if it did mean one of my younger siblings, or my older brother, had to keep a nearly constant hold on my arm to avoid me wandering into a brick wall, it was still very nice, a sort of family outing.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, that didn't even cross my mind. That's cool, dude, it's good for you to be hanging out with your kin more often."

"I suppose. Though I don't think you've ever had the pleasure of enjoying a meal with six asians all sitting around a table. It gets very...hectic, very quickly. And several firecrackers go off. It is not rare for the twins to get into a fight. Mei Mei will try to break them up, and only ends up starting to fight with them both. I normally just sit and try to talk everyone into calming down. It normally takes China pulling his bamboo rod out for everyone to calm down. For no reason whatsoever he'll end up hitting all of us. He insisted when we were younger that if one of us screwed up, all of us got punished. It's what made us get into trouble together, because no matter what, we'd all suffer for it. Anyway, we've already been banned from several restaurants."

America laughed loudly, and my small smile made it's appearance.

"Hey, what did old China do to you when you screwed up as a kid? Iggy used to lock me and Canada in our room and then France would cook the most delicious thing possible, and the two of them would eat while all we could do was sit there and listen to our stomachs rumble. Though of course he'd always give in to our begging and crying and let us out after like fifteen minutes."
"China was much...stricter." I couldn't help but be a tad jealous of America's laid back caretakers in comparison to my older brother.

"If any of us did something he specifically told us not to do, he'd take a bamboo rod to our heads. And it was never lightly, never just a tap. If we were home past dark he'd send us to bed with no dinner, no sneaking out for snacks in the night either, and believe me, he never gave in to any sort of begging. Then the next morning we'd have to wait for everyone else to come to the breakfast table before we could eat. That's another thing he insisted upon. We ate all together or we didn't eat at all, that's half the reason we all showed up for dinner on time, because we knew that we'd hear it from the other younger nations later. I recall, once, I was twelve or so, and I was over two hours late for dinner. When I finally arrived, I tried to go inside and the door was locked."

I couldn't help but let out a humored huff.

"I slept on the back porch."

"Man! I'm never complaining about England and France's parenting ever again, China was terrifying!"
I laughed softly.

"Perhaps, but I still remember his soft side. He didn't have to deal with all of us. It wasn't like you, America-san. Discovered in a new world. Precious, so many nations fought over you, Canada-san, and Mexico-san. Not to mention the countless lands of South America. My siblings and I weren't discovered. We were abandoned, no other nations wanted us the way we were. We were alone and we didn't even know we had a family. China took us. Took us when no one else would. He made us a family. Turns out it was meant to be. For when the technology came about, Mei Mei convinced us to get out blood tested. We're all full blooded siblings. Incredible, hmm?"

I sensed America had nodded, I could envision a pleased smile on his face.

"So, bro, what will it be tonight?"

"I'm guessing horror?" I already knew this, America never called me over without specifying a reason for anything other then movies he was to scared to watch by himself.

"Yeah...sorry dude, I guess we always watch horror, huh?"

"Nearly always, America-san. Excluding that time we watched that movie with the ice queen and the singing snowman."
"Haha, yeah, I remember that, it was fun!"

I smiled softly before coming to a stand and moving to get a drink from the refrigerator I knew was only a few steps behind the sofa.

I yelped when something blocked me by the knees and I tripped, tumbling right over what I assumed was America's new side table and onto the floor, smacking my forehead on the hardwood.

I groaned as America cried out.
"Whoa, dude, are you ok!?"

I nodded slowly as I rolled over, rubbing my forehead.

"I am...unharmed." I said, still trying to let the pain from the impact in my forehead fade away.

America grabbed my hand and helped me up, and I stood for a moment rubbing my forehead until the sharp pain passed to a dull ache.
"Sorry I didn't tell you about my new end table, but, uh, it's kinda bright glossy mahogany. How did you not see it?"

I sighed and resumed rubbing my head.

"I may need some ice." I grumbled.
"Oh! Sure thing! I've got an ice pack downstairs, be right back!"

He took off down the stairs, and without missing a beat I pulled out my cell phone, running my fingers over the keypad and hitting the speed dial.
He was fifth down, right?

I called who I hoped was the right person and put the phone to my ear.

I could hear America rooting around for the ice pack, I was counting on his untidiness to give me time.
"Sup?"

"Li Xiang, is that you?"

"Kiku? You ok? Did you get hurt?" Instantly he assumed the worse, naturally, I rarely ever called him, much less called any of my siblings.

"No, I'm ok, but I just tripped over an obviously visible end table at America's house."

A second passed.
"Oh." He said unclearly.
"What do I do?"

"Your asking me for advice?" He asked incredulously.

"Your the only one I could count on to answer his cell phone." I replied, not about to give him the satisfaction that I was trusting his words.

I heard an audible sigh from the other side of the phone.
"Well?" I urged.
"I say you do what you feel you should do. Do you trust America?"
"Well..."
"Let me rephrase that. Do you trust Alfred F. Jones?"

"Hai. I do. He's always been a great friend to me." I said, feeling confident.
"Then tell him. Just be ready for him to start beating himself up with guilt."

I sighed and nodded, though neither my youngest brother nor I could see the motion.
"I think I will."
"Have fun, call me when you can, I wanna hear how this goes down."

The boy couldn't hide the hint of curiosity in his voice.

I shook my head this time.
"Hai, I will, thank you."

"Anytime bro, later."

"Goodbye."

I hung up and not even a second later America returned with the ice pack, I slipped my phone into my pocket and took the pack, which he'd pressed into my palm.
"Thank you." I said, pressing the coolness to my head, it felt very good against my aching blow from the floors.

"No prob." America replied as the two of us took to the couch again.

"America-san. I do believe I forgot to tell you something important, it has just come to me you may like to know." I said, this was going to, excuse the pun, blindside him.

Sometimes I worry about myself.

"America-san, do you remember the bombs you dropped on me?"
I knew the instant the words left my mouth that any lightness in the mood had died.

"Y-Yeah. Are you hurting?" He asked.
"You could say that." I said cryptically.

Utter silence.

"America-san. You know how your glasses represent Texas? And the curl in your hair Nantucket?"

"Yeah." He was confused, he didn't know where I was going with this.
"Well, Hiroshima and Nagasaki were represented on me."
"Oh." A short noncommittal grunt.

"As what?" He finally asked.

"My eyes." I said this with a certain boldness behind my words. I actually wanted to hear an apology. I actually wanted to be begged for my forgiveness.

When had I begun to feel like that? I do not recall such a feeling of resentment ever coming from my heart with such strength before. Of course, when it had first happened, I'd been shattered, I'd spent months in what has been dubbed my 'isolation mode'. But the feeling I'd felt then had been an ache, not this stabbing urge.

"Your eyes?" His voice was oddly quiet for the usually loud american I knew.
"Yes. I've been completely blind for seventy years now. That's why I didn't see the end table, because I can't see anything."
I'd just dropped a bomb of my own. Now, despite my lack of vision, I was certain that America was staring into my eyes.

I heard him move, I wasn't sure just what he was doing though.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"

I rolled my unseeing eyes.
"America-san, the world is completely dark to me. I cannot see anything. The last thing I ever saw was a mushroom cloud blooming into the sky before I collapsed. When I woke up in the hospital, my eyes were badly damaged, and I know I'll never see again."
More silence, why was I trying to make him feel so bad?

"Dude...are you kidding? When we were watching the movies, or at the meetings when I ask you about my charts? Your notes?"

I shook my head.
"The notes were a cover up, I thought this would be obvious." I said flatly.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I reached for my phone.
"I think I'll just call for a pick up, I apologize for the coldness of my news. I figured it was about time you knew the reason I don't find your horror movies so horrifying is because I've never properly watched one. Never will."
I slid my fingers across my phone and made my way down the speed dial.

Chances are he'll pick up again so soon after my first call.

I thought as I walked for the door, still carefully counting my paces. I ignored the flustered apologizing and worrisome cries from behind me, America was following me down the stairs.

"Dude! I-I..I had no idea that it would have hurt you so badly! It wasn't my idea, I swear, I just wanted to war to end! It was time for it to end!"

"I wholeheartedly agreed, I had lost the will to fight in the war, and had been begging for surrender months before the bombs dropped. I still remember the way I pleaded with my leaders. They refused." My voice had never been very expressive of any emotion, but even I was shocked with how flat and unfeeling it sounded.

"Is there anything I can do!? I mean, my place has some of the best doctors in the world, I've never dream of charging you, I can bring them all in..."

"I am not human, America-san. Human medicines will not work on me. My vision will return when the bombings are forgotten, when the pain from them fades. That will never happen, I never expect nor ask of my people to forget and stop caring about one of our largest tragedies." I said.
"W-Well...I don't know what else to say! I'm sorry! I never wanted to blind you, you have to know that! If I had known that would have happened..."

"You would have done the exact same thing. You would have felt worse about doing it then you already did, but you would have done it in the end."

I was still holding my phone in a death grip.

Before I put in the call I stopped on what I certainly hope was the bottom step and turned back up, stopping America in his tracks.
"I do not feel any ill will towards you, America-san. I know you did not want to go that far as a person. I view this burden as punishment for those sins I committed. I will bear this punishment as long as I will live, and I will continue to live. I will not allow such a petty thing as lack of sight to interfere with my continuing to serve my land as best I can and enjoy the world I've been gifted to live in eternally."

I wasn't sure what I was trying to do with those words, but I suppose it must have been something like trying to calm America down. My version of saying 'it wasn't anyones fault'. I finished my walk down the stairs and made my way outside, where I stood on the front porch and made my call.

"Any tears yet?"

I groaned at the monotone voice.

"I'm not in the mood. Can you pick me up?"

"Be right there."

The line went dead and I waited.

America was standing in the doorway, absolutely silent.

"You can say something if you want to, but if you apologize again I will punch you. I can still find exactly where you are, I don't need sight to fight."

I heard him walk up to me, then I wasn't sure exactly what he was doing.

"I really...I can't...I just...I'm so sorry."

I brought my fist around, took two steps, and uppercutted him in the gut, hard. I heard him let out a hack and I'm pretty sure I may have forced some spittle out of him.

"...I deserved that." He choked out, I imagined him wiping his chin.

"I warned you."

Was my response.

After the longest seven minutes I've ever experience, I heard the wheels of a car pulling up.

To my surprise, it wasn't Li Xiang's voice that called to me.
"Kiku!"

It was Yao.

"Goodbye, America-san."

I stepped from the deck and walked to the car, Yao took my arm for but a moment to help me find the door, after this I easily settled in and we were off.

Not the first time since 1945, I wished I could look back, because I desperately wanted to see if Alfred was upset, or angry.

Or if he looked to be anything worse.

"How did he look?" I asked.

"America, aru? He was crying."

"Nani? Really?" I asked, naturally I wouldn't have been able to tell that unless I'd touched his face.

"Yeah. He was pretty quiet. He must have taken it really hard, aru."
A pause.

"So what happened?"
"I called Li Xiang because I knew I could count on him to answer his phone. He answered and I asked him what I should do. Long story short I told America about my disability, I told him where it came from, and all I heard from him were apologies. An offer to bring together all the eye doctors in his power, and more apologies."

"I see, aru. Quite a tender moment, I assume?"
I shrugged, leaning back into my seat, feeling my seatbelt give slightly.

"Perhaps. Until I punched him in the stomach. I must still have some force to my fist, he coughed up...something. I think it was spit."

"Oh." I may not have been able to see it, but I get the feeling that my older brother had rolled his eyes.

"I don't really want to know why or how you wound up punching him, but I'm guessing your going to keep your distance from him for a while, aru?"

I nodded, "This whole keeping a secret thing it wearing on me."

Yao yawned, I could heard him.

"So, do you want me to drop you off at home, or do you want to come to the house? We could always have an impromptu party."

"Please just drop me at home."

"Impromptu party it is, aru!"

I furrowed my brow as I heard him waving one hand in the air, his sleeves flapping. It was rather difficult to miss hearing sleeves of that magnitude moving around.

"I did not say..."

"Then you should never have gotten in the car with me in the first place, aru."

I shrunk farther down into my seat.

"I suppose your right." I mumbled.

"I know. I'm always right."

I switched my sightless gaze to out the window, a blank look on my face.

Perhaps I would talk to America about this another time? I was too tired for it at the moment, not the mention that my head was throbbing.

"Your getting a goose egg on your head, aru."

"I'm aware..."


Yeah, not sure where that went. I may always do another one, like I said, these are all loosely connected one shots with the idea of Japan being blind. The only one they are all really connected to is the first one. So, please favorite, please follow, please review!