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Chapter 4
Where am I? What am I doing on the floor?
She stood up from what seemed to be Japan's bed which in Japanese style was on the floor. She thought of what had happened earlier.
That's right, the bastard Japan drugged me! Where the hell is he? Where is-
He..?
She stood staring at a Japan in a curled up cat position at the foot of the bed with a thermometer in his hand, and near him was a basin with water and a face towel.
Sick, who was sick? Me? Must be, but he took care of me..? Why? Or this maybe some trap, he wants me to think I was sick. But still…
The figure in front of her moved a little, moaned slightly.
"Firi-chan, Philippines-chan, Please for-give… me…" he said while he was asleep.
Firi-chan? Is that what he calls me, or wants to call me? Who is he kidding?
She tried to remain indifferent but she soon noticed that she was actually stroking the Japanese man's hair. She took her hand away and took notice of what the he was wearing now. A white undershirt and some boxers..? She certainly did not expect to see the day when Japan was not in fashionable attire. But this was his home, she was the visitor this time not he. Then she looked closely at the figure noticing markings on his back. Scars? On his back?
Remnants of war, she was not the only one hurting. He was as well.
He was actually a kind man…
It was war…
-WAS war.
It's over now, nobody really won. Everybody lost something, should ties be destroyed because of one war?
NO.
She wrapped her hands around the Japanese man and positioned him on his futon. The end was the end; she should suck it all up. At least she felt better now, because of whatever Japan did. Her thanks to him was expressed when she tucked his sheets and knelt beside him.
"I forgive you Japan" she said as she stroked the man's hair.
Tina's blah blah corner:
This is /not/ the end yet~ D: That's just the title~