A/N: Hiya! Sry for being kinda late on this. So I realized I couldn't make this story work by putting the events in chronological order. That's what I get for not planning. *shot* But I am getting to the dark stuff. This is Yao's/China's POV on a little thing that didn't go down well (no offense intended to anyone). If ya know ur history you can probably guess what. And yes, he does use full names, since apparently many Chinese do this in real life. And he doesn't go 'aru' unless I give him dialogue when Japan's narrating (which won't happen in this chapter, sry). And most of it is a flashback.

Do I even have to say anything about how I don't own Hetalia? Again, there's a reason this site is called Fanfic.net.

Warning: This chapter contains talk about imperialism and is about a controversial part of the Sino-Japanese War. I don't like either. Some gore at the end. Not for the faint of heart.

Bitter experience has taught us how fundamental our values are and how great the mission they represent.

Jan Peter Balkenende

What madness is this, Honda Kiku.

That's the first thought I think as I wake up. Have you lost your mind.

Kiku Honda.

I remember he was a sweet child. Treating me like the uncle he didn't technically have. Maybe he still is. Maybe that encounter was Japan harming China, not intended for me as Yao.

Urgh.

I shut off those thoughts. I couldn't be distracted at a time like this. It gets you killed (faster) during war. Granted, if you're a personification, you can't exactly be killed. Instead you go into a seemingly comatose state of mind while your body heals from that nasty wound that would kill a human. You can still die, but for successful countries this is very unlikely. A lot of personifications have also seen things happening in their respective country. It's true and I know it. Believe me, live 4000 years and you can prove a lot of things.

But that was beside the point. I needed to focus on a military strategy. Being a personification naturally means helping protect your borders from invading countries. If you had a political, economic, anything problem you were involved. If you were the invading force, you invaded. Chances are, you'd meet the personification of the country you were fighting with.

And a good chance you once had a healthy relationship with him or her as a person. Not necessarily as a country, but nonetheless you hurt a little.

But it's not important. Now, let me tell you what happened.

The former capital was captured. I was standing there at the edge of the safe zone set up earlier.

How could they do this?

I stared out at the devastation surrounding the area. It was horrible! Massacring left and right, ruined buildings...
Not to mention the lewd things his soldiers were doing to the civilians that I couldn't possibly go into detail about without raising the rating on this story.

I gazed angrily and eventually saw him. Him. The one who had brought the men who were committing these crimes in the first place.

Damn him.

I was having a talk with Japan if it tranced me, as I'd nicknamed the aforementioned healing process. And it did.

"If you would excuse me, please. I have some...business to take care of."

"But Wang Xiansheng Yao*, you can't seriously be going out there! You've seen the destruction and what the enemy is doing!"

"Exactly. I'm going to see if I can run some sense into him."

"Him?" he asked with the confused look I expected from such a person.

I knew I would have to explain, of course, so in a serious tone I responded, "You as a higher-up are aware that I am a personification of this long-lived nation. All nations have such, including the enemy. I am going outside this safe zone to see what I can do to make that personification clean up his act."

He thought for a moment, then answered, "I suppose then you can leave. But if anything happens to you..."

"I assure you, I shall be fine."

"Well, go on then, I suppose."

I nodded and walked off.

"HONDA KIKU!" I shouted angrily.

"We need to have a talk!" I continued screaming, albeit not as loudly.

"Wang-san," he simply stated.

"How could you do this?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "You invade my land, ruin my capital, and look what your soldiers are doing to my people!" I gestured to a group of Japanese soldiers eerily surrounding a little girl for emphasis.

Kiku Honda looked on at the scene and sighed. "I suppose those men will be charged for war crimes."

"You suppose? They should be! Along with all the other fellows doing similar things!"

Just as I said that, a man stuck a bottle up...ew...I wish I could forget that.

"And," I continued, "how could you start this war anyway? No, I should say 'why' so you can't avoid my question. Why, Japan?"

He turned in my general direction, not making eye contact. "I will respond in reverse order. I want an empire. As Honda-san I have other reasons, but as Nihon it is simple. And what is wrong with conquest, anyway? Every powerful country has done it in some form, including you, of course, which renders such a point hypocritical."

The final sentence hit me in the stomach like a brick, but harder than any physical wound I could expect to sustain.

There's a reason I'm such a large country.

"Uh..."

"You do not need to answer that question, simply to think it over as you seem to be doing. And if this horrifies you, there is no need to pay such attention," he responded, cutting me off before I could retaliate. But the second sentence...

"If?" (A/N: I really wish this site allowed more than one punctuation mark. This one would've been so much better :/)

Kiku Honda stood and leaned toward my ear.

"I do not like it either," he whispered. "That is why I as Kiku am not participating. When this war is over, I will refrain from speaking of it. Even if it angers you or others."

I stopped. As Yao Wang I could appreciate that answer, but...

"As the personification of China, this will not be tolerated nonetheless," I stated more calmly than my earlier statements, but still with a burning anger obvious in it.

"Do you care to look away?"

What?

"What kind of a question is that?"

"I will consider that a no. Shall I make you not see it?'

It wasn't very hard to see what he meant...I couldn't believe this. He couldn't...

"Have you gone mad!" I shouted almost instinctively.

Have you gone mad?

I realized that I had just summarized every single thought that had been going through my head. Japan was crazy. Kiku Honda was mad. The soldiers committing atrocities around us were mad. This man was mad.

"If that is how you wish to put it, yes. But in my eyes, I am fulfilling a truth." He began to unsheathe his katana.

"Whoever told you you were was either lying or mad himself," I said bluntly, preparing not nearly fast enough to defend myself.

"Well, I suppose you won't understand then."

He unsheathed the rest of the katana and stabbed me in the chest.

I sighed. I was utterly exhausted in every way I could think to use the word. Maybe I shouldn't have thought about the incident. I warned myself, after all.

"Wang Xiansheng Yao, someone wants to talk to you."

Oh, fantastic. I was so very much in the mood to talk. "Send him in," I said dully.

I faced the door and watched a certain European with memorable eyebrows walk in wearing army wear.

Ooh, it's everyone's favorite Englishman right after I serve a nice dose of WTF fuel. So what's next? Even I don't know as I double between this and having a PM conversation w/ Maniac's Maniac about a fanfic idea for another fandom I mentioned like last chapter. Hee hee.

*Xiansheng is a Chinese honorific, if you didn't guess. Used for men, such as ones of respected stature. (This may be inaccurate, since I plucked this off the internet :/)