Chapter 5

"Japan! What happened to him?" asked Germany. I looked over at Italy and saw him not smiling for the first time.

"We don't know. He hasn't woken up yet. At least the fever broke." I sighed. He looked so pale just lying there. His face looked so cold and clammy, like it needed to be warmed up. I put my hands on his cheeks, they were surprisingly warm, but I left them there anyway. I just kept staring at his face and then his lips; the perfect curvature of them. Before I knew what I was doing I was already kissing him. Germany gasped in surprise.

"Aw! I wanted to kiss Violet too!" whined Italy. I felt Japan gasp in surprise as he woke up. I pulled away, slightly ashamed of what I had just done.

"M-miss Violet. What are you…doing?" asked the shocked Japan. All eyes were on me. The blush on my face was building up and I couldn't take the pressure.

"You did the same thing last night!" I blurted out. My eyes were squeezed shut and I could feel the heat radiating from my face. I also felt their gazes move from me to Japan.

"What exactly happened last night?" Germany asked me.

"Well, I was kidnapped by Prussia who tortured and almost raped me. Japan came and saved me. I passed out so I don't know all the details. When I woke up I was in the hotel and Japan walked in so we talked. He was wondering if I was okay. Then he left. I went to his room a couple of hours later and found him collapsed on the floor, bleeding. I stitched him up and had him rest on my lap. He suddenly woke up and then kissed me. Although, he was quite feverish. Then he passed out again and I brought him here." I explained. I looked around at everybody worriedly.

"Well….I'm not saying….I didn't…like it…" muttered Japan. That made the both of us blush even more.

"Germany, Italy, could I have a moment alone with Miss Violet?" asked Japan.

"Sure, let's go Italy." ordered Germany.

"Ve~ what are they going to talk about, Germany?" Italy asked.

"Adult things. Now go." When the door closed, Japan looked at me.

"Please, sit down." He said. I did so.

"Miss Violet, I….don't know how to explain this…." He said, "What happened last night, I was fully conscious and aware. I….really do love you, and I would be honored if…" He was really blushing now, "If you would…date me…" His eyes were down looking at his lap. I carefully grabbed his chin and held his face in my hands.

"I would love to." I said, looking directly into his dark endless eyes. He did something I did not expect him to do. He hugged me. He just held me there for what seemed like hours. When he released me, he leaned back into his bed.

"You can come back in now." said Japan. Germany and Italy walked back in.

"Ve~ what did you talk about?" Italy asked. I blushed slightly, now realizing that he was my boyfriend.

"We were talking about our relationship. She and I are now…..dating." Germany looked at us as if we were Tony. Italy just stared off into space.

"Um, I have a more pressing matter. I have to go back to New York."

"EHH!" said all three of them in sync.

"Yeah, I was only intending to be her on a short trip. I also have to go back to college."

"Please, Violet-"

"Oh! Losing the 'Miss' now are we? Good job, Kiku!" teased Germany.

"Kiku?" I asked.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you. We all have regular names. Most of us prefer to go by our country names. My full name is Honda Kiku." said Japan.

"Kiku huh. Ki, ki, ki, Ki-kun….that's it! Ki-kun! I'll call you Ki-kun." I said excitedly. Japan looked as if he wanted to protest, but didn't. He then sighed and said, "Y-you could…come live…with me…" This utterly surprised me. Blushing, I said, "Um…I don't know…if…would it really be okay?" "Of course. You'd be safer from Prussia there too." He said with an inviting smile. "Well, I still have to go back…" I said nervously. After saying goodbye, we left the hospital and went to the hotel. As I gathered my things, tears started rolling down my cheeks. So much had just happened and I didn't know how to deal with it all. Eventually, I couldn't even continue packing because I was crying so hard. Apparently Italy heard me because he came in and sat down next to me on the floor. He started talking about pasta and pizza. Strangely enough, it comforted me. I finished packing and walked out of the hotel. The long plane ride back to New York was dreary and depressing. When I walked into my apartment, it felt cold and empty. The only thing that comforted me was the scent of pasta still lingering in the air. I unpacked my stuff and slumped down on the couch. I turned the TV on. There was nothing interesting enough to pull my thoughts away from him. I needed some fresh air. I went and stood out on the balcony of my apartment. As I looked down I swear I saw the flash of red eyes and ashen hair. Come to think of it, I saw glimpses like that at the airport too. Then, at that second, it all clicked together. I ran to the phone and called the hospital Kiku was staying at. "He is resting right now." "Please wake him up, it's urgent." "I'll see if he wants to talk. What's your name dear?" "Violet." A few seconds passed and I heard the click as she handed him the phone. "Yes? What is it Violet?" He sounded pretty tired. "It's him, he's back. Prussia followed me home." "Are you sure?" "I'm almost positive. I keep seeing his red eyes, even if it's for a split second, I know it's him." "I think you maybe you're just in shock. You should get some rest." "No, I know it's him! Please-AH!" This time Japan heard the click of someone picking up the phone.

"You should have listened. Now the awesome me is going to finish what I started. But this time it won't be rape." "Why is that? " "Because she'll want it." Prussia hung up. He had me in a headlock, and dragged me inside. I was flung on the couch. Then he locked every window and door and closed all the curtains. I'll never do anything with the guy, I thought to myself. "I'm ever so sorry, madam." He said kissing my hand. He looked so charming and humble like that. For hours he just sat there and looked at me. Then he sat next to me on the couch. Before I had a chance to move, he was kissing me. His lips were soft and open. I tried to keep my mouth shut but he grabbed my jaw and forced it open. His tongue rushed in, exploring every corner possible. I was trying to hold back but my strong instincts took over. The power shifted from him to me. I was now forcing my tongue into his warm mouth. His red eyes blazed as my purple eyes sparkled. I was so distracted by the kiss that I didn't notice him unbuttoning my blouse. I did notice when he started to feel me up. I broke off the kiss and glared at him realizing the weight of the situation. I didn't have much time to think before he flipped me onto my back, holding my hands down. He started kissing my neck and collarbone. Then he found my spot. The area below my right jaw is extremely sensitive. After he found that, I couldn't resist anymore. We both started panting; the kissing became hotter and longer. My blouse was unbuttoned, my bra was unhooked and just as Prussia was lifting up my skirt, something happened. In my head flashed the picture of Japan bursting in to save me the first time. Then I thought of all the slashes and stabs he got from saving me. And what was I doing? Throwing it all away. "St-stop…I mean it…" I started to say. Prussia interrupted me with a rough kiss. I heard the soft sound of the door unlocking. Then it opened. "Violet! Did he do…anything…" Japan had gotten the landlord to unlock the door for him. He saw us lying on the couch. I was in a position where it didn't look like I was resisting. He didn't say anything else after that. He just walked out and closed the door. I struggled from beneath Prussia and ran to the door. I stood in the doorway and yelled out the door, "Kiku! Please come back! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Don't leave…" But he was already gone. I collapsed on the ground, crying. Prussia whispered into my ear, "Shall we continue?" "Get out." I murmured. "What?" "GET OUT!" I screamed, with tears streaming down my face. I guess I scared him because he left.

I was so shattered that I couldn't do anything. The grief was eating away at me. I just sat on the couch, staring at the wall. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. For days I just sat there, looking at the wall, filled with self-hatred. Then, the phone rang. I didn't move. I heard the message left on the answering machine. It was Germany. "Violet. If you want to talk to Japan about what happened, he is willing to meet you somewhere. Call back at this number." I didn't feel like doing anything. They called back many times, each time the voice sounded more and more urgent. But the only thing I wanted to do was to die. I kept sitting there. I didn't eat, I didn't drink anything and I hardly slept. When I did sleep, I was haunted by the look of betrayal on Japan's face. By the fifth day of sitting I was on the brink of death. I didn't care. I deserve this, I thought to myself. I could feel cold creeping up my spine. The edges of my vision were going black. I felt myself falling but I was too weak to catch myself. "I'm…..sorry…" was the last thing I could choke out. Before I blacked out I swear I saw Japan rushing in, but I knew it wasn't. I closed my eyes and accepted that my life was over.