Chapter 4
When I opened my eyes I was back in my hotel room. Had all that just been a dream? I looked down. Nope. It happened all right. I had Hello Kitty band-aids on all my small cuts. I was also still wearing Japan's jacket. I had dried blood all over me. I decided a shower was definitely needed. Slowly, I pulled off each band-aid. The one on my stomach was bigger and hurt more to take off. The hot water stung on all of my wounds, but eventually soothed them. I was just getting into my towel when there was a knock on the door. I assumed it was house keeping so I said, "Come in."
"I hope you don't mind me being in my towel…" I said poking my head out of the bathroom. It was not a maid. Japan stood there with his eyes covered and his face blushing.
"Miss Violet! Please cover yourself up!" he pleaded.
"Oh! Of course!" I grabbed my suitcase and dashed into the bathroom. I grabbed a t-shirt and jeans and threw them on. When I walked out, Japan was sitting on the bed. He stood up and said, "Are you alright?"
"I am, thanks to you." I said , smiling. I sat on the bed next to him. I looked into his dark eyes.
"What happened to Prussia?"
"He ran away."
"Will he come back?"
"Probably."
"What do I do?" Japan turned to me and stared unwaveringly into my eyes.
"I will protect you," he said, "my princess." His words made my cheeks blush intensely. He was blushing too.
"When you said you loved me…" I said.
"EH! You heard that! I thought you had passed out!" He was blushed all over now. He stood up and quickly shuffled out of the room. I ran after him and saw him shuffle into the room next to mine. So that's his room, I thought to myself. I went back into my room and started to put new band-aids one my cuts. Feeling bored, I turned on the TV and watched something. I also ordered food from room service.
A few hours later, I decided Japan deserved a visit. I went into the hall and knocked on his door. There wasn't an answer. The door wasn't locked so I opened it and walked in. I didn't expect to see the splendor that was in front of my eyes. Japan was leaning against the wall with no shirt on. His slender, chiseled body was like art. Then I saw the blood. His normally white shirt, laying on the floor, was all red. I rushed over and shook him.
"Japan! Hey! Are you okay!" I yelled. He didn't answer. I took off the bandages that were wrapped around his stomach. What I saw almost made me sick. He was covered in slashes and stab wounds. Had Prussia done this? Why didn't he go to the hospital? Wait, is he still alive. I sighed when I found he still had a pulse, but not much of one. I ran into my room and grabbed my sewing kit along with a first aid kit. I got back into his room and laid him on the floor.
"This is going to sting." I took alcohol and rubbed his abdomen with it. Then I took some stitches from the first aid and looped it through a needle. I started to sew up his wounds, one by one. When they were all sewn up, I realized I had not more wrap around bandages. I had used the last of it myself. These need to be covered, I thought. The only option was to start tear my shirt. I tore off as much of my shirt that I could and started to wrap it around him. How do I know all of this advanced first aid? You learn a lot growing up in New York. When he was successfully bandaged, I lifted his head and slid underneath it. He seemed to have a fever and his forehead was sweating. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
"Japan! Can you hear me?" He looked at me feverishly.
"Miss Violet." he said sitting up.
"Hey, are you alright? What happened?" I asked.
"I love you." With that he caressed my check and kissed me on the lips. His warm tongue slid into my mouth. It moved adventurously around my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in closer. His hot breath made me want to moan. My hands became entwined in his smooth, black, hair. We stayed lip-locked for at least 10 seconds before Japan passed out again and collapsed on the floor. This time I just called an ambulance. He was rushed to the ER and, unfortunately, they had to take out all the stitches I had put in to check for internal damage. Luckily, there was none. When they were done re-stitching and bandaging they left him to rest. As I sat there waiting for him to wake up, Germany and Italy burst in.