Russia could see it in the distance. The fire that shot its way into the sky. The power that blew over buildings, destroying everything it touched. He shivered at the power of such a thing. He wanted it. He needed it.
The buildings turned to ash before his very eyes. Effortless against the power of the torch. How simple..
He looked at his boss, his violet eyes fiery "Make it better." His boss nodded, leaving the scene. Suddenly something caught his attention. There was a small port right by the water. His violet eyes widened, his skin crawled. An anger built up inside of him. This wasnt the origional target. America had cheated him.
Something else snapped him out of his purple rage, he looked around feverishly. Kiku was missing...no one had reported where he was...His spies had been unable to find him, scared of being anywhere near a big city.
"Kiku!" Russia screamed, jumping from his ledge and dashing off towards the city of ash.
Japan clawed at the ground, dragging himself along. His nails ached, his arms throbbed, but what hurt the most was the thing through his leg. There was no way he could get off the ground. There was nothing but ash surrounding him. There was no sign of anyone. Not a sound could be heard over the deafening crackle of death that the bomb still screamed. Everyone seemed gone again. Gone in one foul swoop of the hand. Erased from existence without a care in the world.
All the bomb cared about was death, taking as many people with it before it went out. Ash battered against Japan's skin, like tiny pricks of thousands of needle. It was the same ashen snow that had fallen at Hiroshima. The same ash that had made him ill, that made his skin crawl, that made his very bones weaken and ache. Blood seeped from his wound, mixing with the snow to make a sick mud that Japan pushed through.
Japan wasn't crawling to escape the terror that was Nagasaki, but towards a little raven haired girl who was shivering on the ground.
She was in the fetal position, cowering against the pitiful remains of what was possibly her home. She was grief-stricken, weeping from the agony of loosing everything she had known. As soon as she saw Japan, though, she ran towards him. Brushing the hair out of his face, she smiled, and for a moment that smile meant everything to the fallen country. It was the smile of hope, of prosperity, of security.
"The war... is over..." Japan said softly. The girl cradled his head on her lap, allowing him to fall into a deep darkness.
A tall man, dressed in dark tan, with broad shoulders ran close. Against the background of black ash, burnt people, a destroyed world, he looked beautiful. However, no matter how beautiful this country was...she would not allow him to take hers without a fight.
"NO!" The girl stood, allowing Japan to slide onto the ground limply, his head lolling over to one side. Russia gasped, was he too late? Was Japan lost? Before he realized it, the girl leaped onto him and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Wincing from pain, Russia flung her off of him, but she retaliated with out even a moments hesitation. She grabbed a piece of concrete and chucked it at Russia's head. The concrete shattered, accomplishing nothing but pissing Russia off. It was in this moment that most people would have froze, cowering before the doom they had met. But this girl was different and watched him curiously. She, strangely enough, reminded Russia of Japan.
"I AM THE STRONGEST NATION IN THE WORLD!" Russia warned, picking up the defeated nation before she could stop him. This time, the girl did not attack him, but stood there with a look on her face that could have killed him.
"That's not what the Fat Man told me." The girl said, her voice like those of lost prophets. Russia flinched, his mouth agape, shocked at how rash she had been. How did this strange child know...
"I will kill that American bastard." Russia promised, disappearing into the ash.
And so did the little girl.