Ameripan: Just to See You II
I sat, alone, in my beautiful garden that I tend to with my own two hands, enjoying the calm, warming feeling of a summer afternoon. I had finally gotten a break from my boss; he was being more demanding and precise than usual.
The stress was getting to me more than usual; why was that? Most likely because my close friend, America-san, was nowhere to be found as of recently. Every time I would ask my boss about him, he would ignore my question entirely and barrage me with busywork, usually paperwork. Still, I couldn't help but worry a bit for my friend's well being. The breeze helped whisk away those thoughts though, leaving me with a calm mind and even calmer body.
I sat down on the soft grass and began to meditate, enjoying this rare silence. The silence didn't last long though, the shrill blare of my cell phone destroying the peaceful atmosphere. I sighed, reaching into my pocket for the source of the racket. "Hai."
"Japan? Thank god you picked up! Its me, Canada!"
Something about Canada-san's tone was unusual. It had an urgency and fright to it. Had he been crying?
"Canada-san, are you alright? You sound troubled."
"Yes, I'm fine but, oh god it's terrible! Japan, you have to help!"
He started sobbing violently.
"What is wrong?"
"I-Its Alfred! He's very sick! They think he might die!"
"What!"
I almost dropped my phone into the water from shock.
"What can I do? What about the other nations? What about England-san?"
"He was the first person I called! He said that Alfred did this to himself and he deserves to die! Japan, you have to come help my brother! I can't do it alone!"
Canada-san sounded hysterical, it was frightening.
"Hai! I am on my way!"
"God, thank you so much, Japan!"
I hung up quickly, running into the house to grab my things. I grabbed everything I needed for an extended stay, storing it into a suitcase that America-san had left the last time he was here, and ran as fast as I could to the airport.
What I was doing, it was grossly irresponsible and dishonorable. I was abandoning my career. I was rebelling against my own people. I was bringing shame to my family. If this were any other issue, I would have put my own career, people, and family first. But this was no ordinary situation.
I should have cared about all of these consequences, but I did not. I did not care what my boss would think. I did not care about how my people would react. I did not care about the ridicule I would surely receive from my older brother.
All I cared about was my friend's life.