Chapter 2! Duh duh duh! D were you able to miss me in that small time frame? No, you didn't? Aww.. Haters XD No I'm just kidding. Anyway, yeah. Abusive Ameripan thingy. Yay, who doesn't love that, right? Russia that's who. Kolkolkolkolkol…..
Anyway yeah CHAPTER 2! Enjoy! P. S. Sorry for OOC America and Russia. Jesus what is it with me and OOCness?
Japan's POV
"R-Roshia-san isn't my b-boyfriend…" I murmured, pleased that I could sound so calm when in reality I was terrified. Alfred didn't like that, which of course resulted in him hitting me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as his fist collided with my skull. He hated the fact that I was being resistant as always, crashing his foot into my stomach and kicking upward so it would hit my ribs as well. I blinked back tears, being in more pain than I'd ever been before. He growled as he held my wrist, jerking it back and forcing my shoulder out of its socket.
I didn't so much as whimper, fearing that if I did it would only mean more pain for me. Thankfully Alfred let go of my injured arm, which now hung limp at my side. "What are you doing here, you ungrateful bitch? You're lucky I took you in the first time. You were so upset about Taiwan cheating on you-" I cut him off there, glaring. "You cheated on me to!" I winced as he smacked me. "You know better than to interrupt me, darling. And you know you aren't allowed to speak about that." I nodded softly, looking away as a tear slid down my cheek. There's that emotional breaking I was talking about. He smiled, and I knew he was smiling at how much pain I was in. "That's better. Now, tell me why you're here."
I hurriedly explained that I was here to settle things between us, as Russia and my brother had earlier, but he seemed uninterested. In response he simply jerked me up by my injured arm, causing me to whimper slightly. He ripped the key from my right hand, making sure to give me a few new bruises before shoving me out the door.
The last thing I heard from him was a muffled 'Tell your boyfriend I said hi' and the sound of him slamming the door. I sighed, stumbling my way to my dorm again.
Russia's POV
I noticed a few minutes after Kiku had left that we were in fact no where near out of tea or Ginjo, but strangely we were out of Vodka. I haven't been drinking lately and Kiku claimed to hate the stuff. I also found it strange that Kiku had lied to me, since he never does. I listened to a loud 'thump' at the door, hoping it was Kiku and he wasn't lying to me.
I walked over, opening the door to find a curled up Kiku at my feet; I picked him up, ignoring the fact that I was probably hurting him with all the new bruises which I could clearly see. I figured he must've gone to see Alfred and my suspicions were confirmed seeing as though he was whispering his name in-between whimpers. I sat him on our bed gently, examining his right arm which was bent at a disturbing angle. I tried to be as careful as possible when I lifted it, knowing immediately it was broken from the shoulder down. After a few minutes of checking over all the bones, cuts, and bruises I'd figured I could handle everything other than his arm. I would take him to England later, seeing as though he was Kiku's teacher in med. class. I held him to my chest, ripping his right sleeve off so that I could slip off his shirt with out hurting him.
For once he didn't protest about how 'improper' I was being. That disappointed me because I thought it was pretty cute. I laid him down on his stomach, sitting on his legs so I could put the alcohol on his wounds which were rather deep. He hissed in pain as I began dabbing it on. I sighed, thinking of something I could possibly do to make it hurt less. After a few minutes of silence I leaned over, kissing over his shoulders and down his back, just enough so that I could get him to stop squirming. I smirked when I felt his skin heat up, but ignoring the obvious fact that it was probably turning him on I rolled him over, inspecting his arm again. I called England, waiting for an answer. After the third ring I listened to him pick it up.
"You've got Arthur Kirkland." I laughed, thinking the way he answered his phone was rather stupid. "I need you to come see Kiku." I said softly, looking at the curled up boy who was now lying in my lap. England scoffed on the other line. "Why..?"
I rolled my eyes. "I think his arm's broken."
"How'd he do that..?"
"Alfred." Was all I had to say before I heard the click of the receiver.
I sighed, waiting a few minutes and hoping England would get here. Sure enough I heard a rather loud knock followed by my door being slammed open. "Where the bloody hell is he?" I smiled faintly, moving Kiku to the bed. I walked swiftly to the side of the room England was on. I waved him over to where my Kiku was lying, sitting down next to him and stroking his hair.
Japan's POV
I went wide eyed, half clinging to Russia as I watched England approach me. I thought he was here because America had sent him. I tensed, feeling him lift up my arm. I realized he was here because Russia had sent him, probably to take care of my arm since there was no way he could do it on his own. I winced, allowing him to turn and twist it as I buried my face in Russia's scarf.
I sighed in relief when England finally let go, only long enough to pull my way from Iv—I mean Russia, and set my arm on the table in something weird and squishy. I remembered this is what I had put Russia in when he had volunteered to help me in England's class. We were working on bones and England was teaching us how to fit a cast. I allowed him to size me up as necessary, pointing at Russia's eyes and claiming purple when he asked what color I wanted my cast.
I waited patiently for England to finish my cast and the moment the Brit left I went back to the fetal position I had assumed the moment I got back to the dorm, my shoulders screaming in protest. I ignored how bad it hurt me, simply sitting there motionless. I was aware Russia was watching me, hoping he wouldn't ask why I went to Alfred in the first place.
"Why'd you do it..?" I heard him whisper, and I tensed. Damn him and his ability to do exactly the opposite of what I want him to do. I ignored the question, not in the mood to think about Alfred. Sure enough he sat me up, forcing me to look at him. Sure you can say I was stubborn, but it's hard to be stubborn when you're staring into eyes as purple as his are. "Kiku?"
I looked down, shaking slightly. "Werr… You made up with nii-san… I figured I courd make up with Arfred… But… H-He's a rot more viorent than I remember… I-I'm sorry if I caused you any troubre, Russia…" And I was telling the truth. Alfred was a lot more violent than I had remembered. I was only expecting him to hit me once or twice, or maybe three times. Never would I have expected him to hurt me this badly. I heard him sigh and I looked up again, surprised to see he actually looked hurt.
"Why would you do that to me…?"
I blinked, confused slightly. "W-What do you mean…?"
"I mean what the hell do you think you're trying to do, getting yourself killed by an idiot like America? Do you have idea what I would've done if you hadn't come back from that damn room, huh Kiku?"
I shook my head, wondering why he was freaking out at me so bad. I mean big deal, he'd probably just move in with China or live alone again if I hadn't come back. It really didn't seem like a big deal to me at the time.
Russia's POV
I sighed and moved closer to Kiku, leaving the "I would probably kill myself" thoughts to myself. I pulled him over, forcing his head to lie on my chest. "You'd better not do anything stupid like that again, Japan…" I laughed when he tensed, knowing he thought I was angry. I only ever called him Japan when I was angry, which has happened only once or twice. I found it actually pretty hard to stay angry at someone like him. It's like being angry at…. Angry at Vodka! I love it, but I admit that I take so much of it, it makes me sick. Its annoying how I act like a stupid love sick puppy around this kid. I cuddle him 24/7, I sleep in the same bed as him, and I'm really the one who started the rumors about me… and him… together and stuff. And I don't regret it either. I'm just glad Kiku thinks it's America who started it. I laid Kiku down on my stupid feathers and playing with his hair. I turned so I could see what time it was on the clock and confirmed that it was way past Kiku's bed time. Yes, he has one. I was the one that set it. I did it because he's nerdy, but lazy. He doesn't do his work in class so he has to cram at night and since I gave him a bed time his grades have been improving. And the dark circles under his eyes are gone. I don't miss those, they take away all the pretty in them. I lay back, putting an arm around Kiku who was dozing off slowly. "Go to sleep…" I whispered, nuzzling his neck as I did when he didn't do what I said.
I smiled when he finally closed his eyes, kissing him and freezing when I heard scratching at the door. "Oh big brother Russia? I'm here! Did you miss me? Come on big brother, let me in!" I pulled back just in time to notice that Kiku had kissed back and that his eyes were now wide open. Shit. Now Kiku knows I like him, and my crazy little sister is here…
Oh look it's Belarus..! o.o GO AWAY! Anyway, yeah. Kiku kissed back, Belarus is here, Alfred's a MURDERER. England's a doctor? Yeah. So, don't really have an idea of what will happen next. This chapter ws really late because I had total writer's block and my birthday and I was rewatching Hetalia AGAIN. Because I got every single season available in English including the movie and then there's the whole school thing and I'm sorry I'm soorrryyyy!
