(Japan – The void)

Japan choked back the tears that where running down his face, his eyes swelled as let out a sob. The younger version of him looked sad and set down beside him, pulling his head close to him.

"You've been through so much… Why don't you just say no and let them work for themselves? You always put them first, even though it seems as if you don't." he asked the grown nation, a look of confusion on his face.

"B-because they are my family…" the older Japan choked out. The younger one smiled a sad smile and leaned sat down, Japan's head in his lap.

"In the world in America there is a girl like you," the child started. "She always sacrifices things and time if her own, and when she wishes to be selfish she is looked down on and yelled at. The difference between you two is that she is alone, looking for someone to care. She trust the wrong people and cant be herself even around her friends. Her life has been terrible, her mom without work and a mean step father. She tries to smile through it all so that they wont get hurt, and every night she cries herself to sleep." The child stopped and looked at Japan, who's eyes where open and where filled with tears. "Why can't the two of you say 'No' and not get looked at as selfish? Why is it she has to alone while you have the entire world on its feet. Why is it she never cries for herself, but for the pain she causes. Why is it that you and her have to suffer!" he asked. Japan closed his eyes and thought.

"Because we will take the pain for the ones we love." Japan said. The child looked sad and touched Japan's hair.

"I'm sorry… its time for the worst of you memories… please…. Forgive me." The child said, closing Japan's eyes. As they shut, he saw the child walk to the body of a teenage girl with tears running down her face, screaming sorry.

(England – August 5, 1945)

"America! You can't be serious!" England yelled at the blue eyed nation. America turned around, his eyes cold and filled with hate.

"He bombed my harbor! Killing thousands! I'm returning the favor! Now go away!" America said, pushing the brit down. The last thing he saw before slipping unconscious was America's shoes walking out of the room.

(Japan – August 6, 1945)

"Yes… Yes Italy-kun I know…. Yes I will be carful… Hai… Caio." Japan said, placing the phone in its holster. He walked to the back and sat down, looking at the blue sky, happy that the day was peaceful. "Pochi? Where are you?" he called, standing up and walking towards his garden. He stopped suddenly in front of a kiku and saw it was dead. Suddenly, he fell to his knees as a great pain crashed on him. Cuts appeared over his body as he fell into his rose bush from France and coughed up blood. In his mind he heard thousands of cries from his people, the wails of children, the last 'I love you' between couples, and slowly stood up. Above him, he saw a airplane and then sobbed. He turned to go inside when a little boy appeared. His breath caught in his throat as he became more pale.

"H-Hiro…" he said, reaching for the already fading boy. The boy smiled and tears ran down his face. He hugged Japan then… was gone.

(England – Present Day)

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BLOODY TAKE HIM OFF LIFE SUPPORT!" he yelled at the doctor.

"Nations cant stay on life support for more than a year. He has six months. Im sorry."