This is just a little drabble I wrote about "Hetalia: Axis Powers", simply Japan is walking in the woods, and sees a life without him.
I am proudly half-Japanese, I claim a place in Japan, but own neither China nor " Hetalia: Axis Powers"
It was him!
His China.
Nii-sama!
But not.
Utterly, completely, not.
Big brother, his scars, his lean body was unscathed with years of wisdom.
His brow was not furrowed.
His back.
Unsullied by anything.
I wasn't sure if I should feel joy or eternal ache.
It was not him.
I wept.
How happy, big brother was, gently guiding Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Korea through the rice patties, Japan away, the sun beginning to set.
Far away from them.
The house they inhabited, small and filled with necessities, clean and orderly.
How happy, big brother was, hand curving over scrolls, giving a kind stare to the West.
How happy, big brother was, without me!
Japan stepped back, foot hitting the sleek bamboo stalks, before he turned and ran, as if the hounds of every hell pursued him, back from where he had come, the rising crescent moon barely lighting his path, clever feet darting quickly away from the pretty scene.
Unseen, a small stone Jizo tripped him, and he sprawled to the ground, hitting his head on the firm and supple wood.
His eyes closed, and he was cold as night descended.
.o.O.o.
Blinking blearily, his eyes opened to reveal the moonlit sky, the bright full moon illuminating the kind eyes of China.
He heard his name called, the other nation moving through the woods, but China did not move, minutes passed in silence.
The elder brother turned to leave, when Japan flew forward, hands desperately thrown around his knees, weeping into his Nii-sama's knees.
'Brother, I am so sorry.'
The elder could not find the heart to deny him.