August 6th, 1945. 02:45 AM, B-29 Bomber – Enola gay.
About twelve hours ago, Alfred caught his first glimpse at the Atomic bomb, or what they called 'Little boy'. He couldn't believe that this was happening today. The plane he was flying took off about forty five minutes ago. 'Alfred! Where did you put the gun powder?' A British voice echoed throughout the plane.
'They're right here, Arthur.' The American pointed to the small bag beside him. 'You and I will be loading the bomb. Francis!'
'Yes!' A Frenchman walked into the cockpit of the plane, and earned a glare from the Brit. 'I'm taking over, non?'
'Indeed you are.' Quickly switching places with Francis, Alfred grabbed the bag of gun powder and gave Francis a salute. 'We'll reach Japan in about an hour.'
'Don't crash the plane, frog.' Arthur spat, only to be laughed at by Francis. Turning away, Arthur followed the American to the bomb bay. 'Strewth.' Arthur muttered under his breath. The bomb was magnificently large. Alfred stood there, gawking at the bomb in awe. He didn't think the bomb would be this big. When he first saw it, it seemed smaller, boy was he blown away.
'This just shows how AWESOME us Americans are!' Alfred grinned at the Brit. Arthur scoffed at Alfred's grin and snatched the bag from him.
'Take a picture of the bloody thing, it lasts longer.' Arthur opened the tail of the bomb and carefully began to load the bomb with the gunpowder. 'Could you pass me the torch?' Arthur held his hand out and squinted his eyes. Alfred placed the torch on Arthur's open palm. 'Alrighty then, you know what to do with the plugs, right?'
'Yes! Take the green ones out, and the red ones in!'
'Don't be so loud, I'm right here.' Alfred laughed and proceeded to detonate the bomb.
Alfred was the last man to have his hands on the bomb…
Rushing out of the bomb bay, Arthur sighed. 'I don't even know if this'll work. God, wouldn't we look like fools if it didn't work.' He ran his hand through his hair nervously.
'Don't worry about it! I bet it'll work out just fine!' Alfred slammed a hand on Arthur's back. 'You worry too much!'
'You'll be worrying about your face in a minute if you don't shut up!'
'Oi! You two!' Francis called from the cockpit. 'It was Hiroshima, right?'
'Yes, you bloody idiot!'
'Any news on the weather?' Alfred asked. Francis gave him a triumphant grin.
'I was getting to that, but yes, the weather is perfect! I just got information that it's cloudless.'
The fate of Hiroshima is just an hour away…
08:13 AM – Japan, Hiroshima.
'We've got about ninety seconds, don't screw this up.' Alfred and Arthur were watching Francis as he carefully sets his sight on the target.
'Don't rush me, I'm working on it…' Minutes slowly tick away. Alfred's heart thrummed in his chest, he felt like he couldn't bare it any longer. He looked out the window and down at the city of Hiroshima. 'Now!' Alfred whipped his head back to Francis as he pressed the button. 'I just dropped the bomb.'
'It is estimated that the bomb will hit Hiroshima in forty-two seconds!' A voice called from the back.
Hiroshima.
'What's with all the planes in the sky?' Yong Soo questioned, looking up at the morning sky.
'They're probably just weather planes.' Yao grunted. Kiku raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sun. 'Hey, I see something-'
'Oh no! Cover your eyes!' Kiku shouted. Seconds after his shouting, a bright light blinded him, following the light was a loud boom.
Hiroshima, just seconds ago was a bustling city. People rushing through the streets, making their way to work and school. Now, the once proud city was like a wasteland. All the buildings were flattened and trees destroyed, thousands dead.
It happened just like that… in that instant, my home was obliterated by those damn yanks.
'…Ku!' Kiku felt like he couldn't breathe. It felt like he was on fire. He let out a pitiful whimper. 'Kiku!'
'Yao…' He could only mouth Yao's name. His throat felt tight. His mind was racing with crazy thoughts. He managed to open his eyes slightly. He felt like passing out again. Yao's face was burned. Badly. Yao had one of his hands covering his bloody eye. Yong Soo was next to Yao passed out, he looked no better than Yao. He didn't know where Leon was. Leon wasn't even there when the bomb hit.
'Oh thank god you're still alive.' Yao forced a smile. 'Yong Soo woke up not too long ago, then he passed out again.'
'Wh-where's Leon…? Is he…'
'He's alright. He was the one that shook me awake. He's gone out to get help.' Kiku looked around him, he thought for a moment that he was in an entirely different place. It didn't even seem like he was in Japan.
'This is awful…' Kiku took in a deep breath and winced. 'How…?'
'Ah! Leon! You're back!' Kiku slowly turned his head and looked up at Leon. Leon didn't seem to look too damaged. Leon looked down at Kiku. His concerned face morphed into one of utter horror.
'Uh… I found some American troops.' Kiku flashed a smile at Yao before closing his eyes again.
August 15th 1945 – America
'… The Allied powers brought America to victory… God bless America.' The streets of New York burst into loud cheers and shouts. People of the city were all waving their flags. American troops marched down the roads. Alfred couldn't help but smile seeing all the happy faces of the citizens of the city. Ahead of him, all he could see was a sea of American flags. He could hear small kids and some adults that they were heroes.
'Bloody hell, everyone looks really happy.' Arthur commented next to Alfred. He barely heard him over the roaring of the citizens. Alfred laughed loudly.
'Of course! We ended the war, did we not?' Arthur frowned at the young American soldier. He doesn't get it, does he? Indeed. Alfred just turned 19 last month in July. Young and naïve. 'I'm totally the hero!' Arthur heard Alfred cheer happily.
'Hey, it wasn't just you!' Francis whined. 'I did stuff too!'
'Yeah, but I'm just awesome.' Alfred winked, grinning widely.
'Now you sound like Gilbert.' Bloody wankers. Arthur shook his head. He'll understand one day, one day. Alfred wrapped an arm around Arthur.
'Wha-'
'C'mon! Smile for once, Artie!' Arthur groaned and attempted to push Alfred away from him, but of course, the bloody Yank was too strong for him.
'Get off me you wanker.'
Yeah. Arthur thought. Naïve.
