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"And no matter how much she prayed, Nothing could bring back, Those Innocent Days"

Through the pain, Japan opened his eyes slowly. He sighed, only to gasp and wince from the pain. What had happened? He had been relaxing in his house, enjoying a nice dinner. But...everything had gone dark...and pain surrounded all.

Japan tried to reach his hand to his face, but the pain made his hand weak and it felll back to his side.

What had happened?

What? What? What?

He had closed his eyes in pain and exhuastion, but opened then wide when his other senses kicked in.

Smoke...was that smoke? And...what was that horrible stench? It smelled rotten and burnt...decaying...He, alarmed by the smell, pushed himself up, wincing a bit as he did.

He first looked down to his clothes, now tattered and ripped. His pale smooth flesh was ravaged with terrible wounds, some still bleeding fresh. He gasped at the sight of the wounds, only to stop and and grab at his torse in pain. He coughed horribly, having great difficulty getting air into his lungs.

After a few moments in silent torture, he finally was able to stop, and was able to correctly sit up. When he finally looked up, he froze.

"No..." He silently said.

He had never, never in his life, his god forsaken long life, seen such a horrible sight. Tears brimmed at his eyes, and he brought his hand, ignoring the clinging pain, and put it to his mouth in shock, trying not to yell out, scream out to the gods.. Why? Why would this happen?

Before him, buildings were destroyed, fires still burning everywhere, junk laying on the floor, dirt mixed into everything, small puddles, and toys and materials, furniture all about. It was like a giant mess, that no one had bothered to clean up.

But the worse, were the corpses. The bodies lying about. Skrewed and messed up. Dead, and some alive still, but unfortunately, not for long. Some reached out, gasping for life, not death. They wanted to live.

Never.

NEVER.

Will Japan ever forget such a day. The day the floods came, the day everything ended. The day everything was destroyed.

Japan looked away. He couldn't look at this anymore. He leaned over in saddness and grief. and prayed for the dead. Once he was done. He hunched over, and silently cried. Cried tears for the people, for the children without a mother, for the mothers without a child. For the ones who still wished to live.

For the dead.

"Nihon?~aru"

"China-san, I'm perfectly fine, I assure you."

China looked over to the weakened Asian, who was laying in his bed.

"No~aru. You're not~aru." China said firmly.

Japan sighed. China had gotten here just moments after the initial accident. By then, Japan had gotten help, and was wrapped with gauze and other ointments for his horrible wounds. But still, China remained firm on the idea that he couldn't leave. He would help Japan, cook for him, clean his clothes, do anything for him while he was regaining his strength.

"I am-"

"No~aru." China walked to him, and towered over him. "You aren't~aru."

And Japan, had to admit, he liked having China here. He had grown up with the man as a father, a brother...He was the wise mentor, the one who made sure they never felt pain, never worried. He had been the world to them.

So with him in the room, taking care of everything, even doing his work, made Japan feel safe. Protected. He felt like he could get through this. As long as China was there.

So that's why he gave in, dispite his nagging feeling not to.

"If you so wish," sighed Japan,"you may stay and help." He smiled a weak smile to China. China grinned widely back.

"You won't regret it Japan~aru!" He was about to walk out the room, to give Japan time to rest, but he stopped himself and walked back to Japan, crouching low to his height.

"China-san?" Japan asked questionly. What was he doing?

China ignored him, and reached out to Japan's face, touching it gently. He frowned and silently whispered to Japan, "Don't cry. Never cry Japan. I don't like it..." he sighed and looked away for a second, before continuing his serious talk, "I'll make everything okay again." He smiled back to Japan and then got up, walking out of the room.

Japan just sat there, slightly surprised, but also red and blushing. China had just...touched him? Hadn't he? He knew this was a serious moment, but he couldn't help but just think of that one moment. China had touched him...He blushed to himself, and laid down fully. Ah~ And how nice it felt too...China's hands were always so soft, ever though he had gone through centuries of war, and battle. Japan closed his eyes in soft content. He smiled happily to himself for a bit, but then soon turned sad, China only saw him as a brother. And nothing more.

But he had been worried for Japan! He didn't like seeing the tears that long since dried! But...again...it was only a brotherly worry. Japan turned over, and sighed. If only...

The next few days went passed in a great way. All the countries had heard of what happened, and had started instantly helping Japan, though America somehow turned it into a contest, which Japn will never understand how... But, that was besides the point, America really did sincerely help out too. More so than most! And Japan would forever be greatful for that.

"How are you doing Nihon~aru?" China asked as they sat down for dinner. True to his promise, he had done everything for Japan that he could. From buying things to cleaning the whole entire house. He was unstoppable. And he made sure he kept on the top of his game. He had even started to do his work in Japan's place, going to the meetings with his boss, and doing the paperwork. China had many centuries of wisedom with him, so he was easily able to hadle all of Japan's work.

"I'm quite fine, thank you China-san." Japan replied back politely. And he truly was. Because of China, he was in much better shape. He wasn't entirely better, but much better than the past few days. China had told him he had looked like, "A souless ghost, with darkened eyes, pale skin, and empty motions." He often wondered if he HAD looked like that, but he would never know. But China had reassured him he no longer looked like that.

"That's great to hear~aru!" China could sense the honesty behind his words, so he believed him right away.

Japan simply smiled to China, and then went to his food. If there was one thing, ALL Asian countries agreed on, was good food. China had rasied them to always work hard on food. Make it perfect! So Japan had no complaints with China's food. However, it awakened certain feelings within him. Memories look since forgotten.

Japan sighed, and China looked over to him for a second, worried something was wrong. Japan, noticing China's gaze, just waved him off, "I'm fine China-san. Just thinking about somethings..." He said. China looked at him for a second, before going back to his food. Japan needed time alone with his thoughts. If he choose to tell China or not, was his decision.

However, even though China looked away, Japan still looked at China, who was unaware of Japan's gaze.

Oh~ How he these feelings of unrequited love hurt him so. Japan frowned. Would China ever see? Would he? Japan didn't want to be a brother. Nor a son. But a lover. He really did. He loved China so much. From his beautiful physical features, to his cute '~aru's'...

Japan sighed, and looked to his food, no longer hungry.

Would he ever see?

XD And there is the chapter~! XD I was looking at my traffic, a LOT of ppl like ch. 8 don't they? XD Hahaha! XD Anyways~ :D I wanted to put in a flashing flash back of Japan and it's earthquakes~ And of course add China in their as well :D Thank you~!

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