Ashes fell to the ground mixing with the white snow spotted with blood red gems. He held his sword out, blood dripping off and sizzling when it hit the red snow. His brother lay in front of him, broken, bloody, slowly dieing. A deep gash going down his back, blood soaking his lightly colored jacket. The younger brother, frozen, as he watched his brother slowly loses his grip on life. Before he slipped away, memories flashed before his eyes, Him finding his younger brother, before he was called his brother in the forest.
"Why are you here all alone?" he asked and the small boy shrugged.
"It must be lonely living here by yourself. Why don't you live with me?" he picked him up and took him home. Quickly, another memory took its place.
He could see himself carrying the bowl filled with the ashes from the fireplace. His younger brother was walking toward him, hand on the sword.
" Why are you holding such a dangerous thing?" He had asked, "Put that back." He kept on walking as his brother stood there.
"Oni-chan?" Yao turned around at his voice. Kiku ran straight at him, wielding the sword. He threw the bowl in order to slow him down but that didn't even help. It only slowed him for a second. He slashed at Yao's back as he tried to escape. He crashed into the snow, like a bull in a china shop, the snow burning his uncovered skin.
Blood, flowed in rivets down his back, dying the white snow red. Kiku puts the sword back and walks away without a backward glance.
This is my version of how Japan betrayed China. Maybe I should make a collection of Hetalia one shots.
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