Chapter 3 – Asian Family Torn Apart…?

"How did we get here aru…?" China asked as he looked around. This place was so nostalgic.

"This place…this is where you found me, remember Aniki?" Japan asked as he looked around. The bamboo trees and fresh green grass was so refreshing. There was no feeling of war inside the two of them as they reminisced the scenery.

"Why…?" Japan whispered after he had his full of remembering. China turned around and saw Japan glaring him down. "Why would you join the Allies with England? England who tortured Hong Kong! Do you not care about your little brother? Why did you join the Allies side?" Japan none other than shouted.

"…Why would you take Taiwan away from me?" China whispered in response. Japan's heart throbbed when he heard the betrayal in China's voice. "You know she is my everything aru…."

Japan couldn't find anything to reply with. It was…saddening. Frustrating. Confusing. "…There is no more peace in this world," Japan whispered, taking out his katana from his holder.

China answered withdrawing his Wushu swords. "Whoever wins…no hard feelings, aru."

"Easy for you to say," Japan said, grinding his teeth. He charged towards China but could only defend as China was faster. Clash after clash after clash; China was on the offense while Japan had a hard time as the defense. China stepped up his game and began to slash from all around. One swing aimed towards Japan's left arm and Japan knocked that blade off balance but then ducked to avoid the other swing aimed at his right arm.

Remembering other skills, Japan tried to trip China and swiped the floor clean as he twirled in a fast circle. Unfortunately for him, China had seen that coming and jumped high in the sky. China narrowed his swords towards Japan and came down by a fast pulling force of gravity. Another clash between the two as Japan had risen his sword in defense.

There was this loud pounding in his chest―it was uneasy and unrecognizable. He felt a longing for blood thirst. Was this really Japan? He pushed the Wushu blades off his katana and jumped back onto his feet, holding the floor with his left hand for balance. The two glared into each others eyes. Leaping, Japan started to run sideways towards China's left―China ran to his right. They ran in quick circles.

China couldn't stop to fight or else he'd mess up with his own balance and thoughts. With one sword in the back, and one sword in the front, China thought quick. He stopped, rushed back in hopes he had confused Japan, stopped again, and jumped into the sky hovering above Japan. He landed quickly behind Japan and thrust one of the blades through Japan's right arm.

Or so he thought.

It was a projection. "What? How?" And before he could manage another sentence, he felt a cold blade skim the right side of his stomach. He jumped back and was lucky to leave with only a small, lined cut on his skin. The actually attack pierced through his clothing mostly.

"Tch," Japan scowled as he jumped backwards.

"Y-You're not Japan, aru…" China said, narrowing his wide eyes of disbelief. Then who is he, aru? he asked, troubled by his own thoughts.

Japan's scowl turned into an evil grin. "True, I am not the Japan you know. But you are also false because I am Japan."

"A-Aiya?" China shouted as Japan dashed forward without letting China think about it. The katana's blade shone in the moonlight and swiped for China's chest and China ducked in time, tripping "Japan" while his focus was still on above. "Japan" fell and China quickly stepped on the katana. It broke easily. "This isn't Japan's, aru," China said with no mercy―his eyes cold as winter snow. "Japan wouldn't try to kill me either." From his pockets in a quick movement, China withdrew two kunais and threw them onto "Japan's" shoulder pads. They were made out of the finest thread, but now they were pierced to hold down the fake Japan.

"I DEMAND YOU TO TELL ME WHO YOU ARE, ARU," China screamed in rage.

Japan chuckled and said, "I am Japan, aniki. I do not lie, but I do not tell the truth either. Indeed, using that brain of yours should have solved this mystery already, wouldn't you say?"

"DON'T FOOL AROUND WITH ME, ARU!" China shouted, his voice ringing in the bamboo forest. And then all you hear was a slice followed along by silence. China, with his unforgiving gaze, stared at the quiet body laying underneath him. It was another projection. All he had stabbed was the ground beneath. He inclined his head towards the moon and screamed, "JAPAN!"

And as if in mockery, an image of the evil grin from earlier stuck in his mind as he sobbed in confusion.

Thanks for reading "RomaHeta, Our Wars". I didn't notice earlier, but my friend who watched Hetalia told me my China was very different as well. I remind everybody that I did not watch Hetalia, therefore apologize for the character personality difference. But everyone wishes for a different Yao sometimes, right? Anyways, thanks for reading. Enjoy the story and future chapters to come! (His "aru"s might be different too... but i don't understand where you would put them...)

~Yui Lathens~