Chapter Eleven
Japan opened his eyes. He blinked at the harsh light. He looked around. He couldn't tell where he was. He sat up in his bed. What happened? Then he noticed the bandages wrapped around his waist. Finally, it all came back to him.
He had charged at Romano. Suddenly he felt the bullets pierce his side. When he looked up at Germany, he saw a pained expression in his blue eyes. He didn't want kill Japan...and Japan didn't want to kill him.
Japan was snapped out his thoughts when he heard voices. He looked up to see Britain with his back to him talking to someone. But Japan didn't see anyone. Britain's insane. First, he's seeing and hearing things, now he's talking to himself?
"Um...Britain?" He called softly. The country turned to look over his shoulder, then he waved his hands in the air front of him. "Shoo! Shoo!" He whispered.
He walked up to Japan. "Oh good. I'm glad to see you recovered. I was quite afraid that you were going to kick the bucket." Japan looked at him blankly. "Kick the bucket?"
"Die. I got to say, I'm really mastering that healing enchantment." Japan swallowed. "Healing-Never mind. Britain, who were you talking to?"
The blonde-haired man shifted his gaze. "Ah, well...that was my Flying Mint Bunny," He muttered. Japan stared at him. Okay. He's insane. No doubt. "Ah...fling mint what-" He shook his head. "I'm sorry. Is he imaginary?" Britain thought about that for a moment.
"Well, I wouldn't say that. More like a friend that only I can see. But they're real all right." Japan nodded like he understood, but he could not comprehend that logic. That was beside their current situation. "So, what now?" He asked. Britain rubbed his neck and sighed. "Mint Bunny told me that the others know now."
"Oh." Japan didn't know whether to take that seriously or not. Well, he could be delusional himself due to blood loss. He felt sick. He was to kill but ended up almost getting killed. He rubbed his dressed wound. What a failure.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. We tried." Britain looked out the window. "We are on the run, though. So, that means no place is safe. I just managed to get home." He glanced at his friend. "Do you think you can travel?"
Japan nodded. "I'm sure I can manage." Britain nodded and turned back toward the window. "Good. Then let's get to it, shall we?"
I need your input. Should I have Britain resurrect America? Please answer. I can't decide because I want my decision to be in the readers' favor. Thanks for the support.
~Hasta la Pasta!