Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. He tapped the end of the paintbrush to the rice paper. He was Nanjing, one of the eldest cities inside of China. He had recently been born because of the sudden need for help. Mostly from China. He may be a great fighter but even then, he need help. Anyway, the young boy sat at his desk, writing out his characters when he heard a loud crash. He was in an underground room in his city so the noise was dimmed a lot. Afterward, the sound of petite footsteps showed from a young girl wearing a a side braid much like his own and long pink robes, just because she was a servant didn't mean she had to look like one. Although, He paid her no mind as he finished his small letter and wrote the date at the top.

December 13, 1937

It wasn't a special day, he just felt like writing. In all honesty, he wrote the letter so he could tell Yao (China.) that he was leaving so he could run his city on his own accord. Little did this young teenager know that this day would be a stepping stone to the hell he would have to endure soon.

The young girl caught her breath and she whispered so many apologies for interrupting him.
"M-My lord, many apologies but the city is in danger!"
His violet eyes widened in shock. What?!
"What do you mean, young one? Speak urgently." He commanded her.
"J-Japan has attacked Nanjing!" She kept her eyes lowered, respectfully.
"Where is Yao?"
"Out on the battle field, my lord."
He frowned deepened. "Why was I not informed immediately?!"
She squeaked. "My apologies, Emperor Yao had told me not to!"
His eyes narrowed in anger, not at the girl but at Yao. "Dismissed."
The young girl bowed her head and whispered another apology before running off to inform as many as she could. They needed everyone together if they were to fend off Japan. Not like China couldn't fend for himself and that was exactly what he was doing. The chinese nation was fighting Japan. But at the same time, he had to keep the people of Nanjing safe from terrors. What's more is that he knew the servant girl had gone to tell Nanjing of the mishap. As much as he wanted his son by his side, he didn't want the boy to be hurt in any way. So he kept fighting off Kiku (Japan.) in hopes that this would end soon.

Nanjing was running up several flights off stairs to get up to his city. His legs going as fast as he possibly could because with every moment that passed he heard another scream. When he finally crawled from the sewers, he looked around to see his city damaged and broken. He took a cautious step forward as he looked around the once beautiful city. Tear brimmed his violet eyes as he looked to the Yangtze River where many victims of this hell were piled up like a bunch of blocks and a Japanese soldier stood by them. He took in the man's face but mainly his ice cold glare. With a heavy heart, he ran away from the riverside shore as tears began to fall down. With every step he took, he saw misshapen and broken bodies. He saw babies crying for their mothers right before the soldiers cut off their voices. Women, some no older than him were sprawled out around the streets and covered in cuts, bruises, and blood. One woman had several knifes sticking out of her body. As merciless as that sounds, it actually had gotten worse. Many of his own people had turned against each other and some even helped the japanese soldiers, only to be killed after their purpose was up. So he ran to the center of his city to where he could think for a moment even though his entire city was in ruin as men ran in and out of homes and some were still raping females like they had gone out of style. Sickening. That's what this all was. Simply sickening. And what's worse is that he could do nothing but hide like a spoiled child. Ever since Japan came here in January, he had been deep in hiding because China told him to be there and not to get out of hand.

Behave yourself, aru. I'll be back soon.

Yao had told him that at the beginning of this, but he never got to see his father this entire time.
He missed him dearly but wouldn't show it out fear that he would treated like a child once again. As he reached the center of the city, he saw Yao covered in blood, looking quite broken and sad. He had taken it hard when Japan decided to leave like that and this was not easy for him. He was fighting his own brother to protect his son. How much more messed up could this be? Yao had not yet noticed his son standing there watching as they fought.

Helpless, spoiled little brat.

Kiku sliced at Yao quickly and lightly grazed him. Fu-Han (Nanjing.) Noticed that Kiku has barely a scratch on him and seemed to actually be enjoying the fight. He had a dark smirk on his features and his eyes were brown with a red tint, he seemed almost demonic. And now, those demonic eyes had suddenly looked toward him. And a fake and sugary sweet voice called to him.

"Oh? Konnichi wa Fu-Han. I hope you like my redecorating of your city."

Yao's amber eyes dulled a bit as he looked over to his son. He looked back at Japan who's eyes were lightened and excited at having the city see the destruction taking place. Next thing he knows, the japanese man has his child on the ground. Fu-Han is panicked as he tries to fend off the sword coming down on him several times. He tried to shield his body but the japanese nation took his arm and flipped him over and gave him a good slash through his back. A long reminder of this day so to speak. But was the japanese nation done with the poor boy? No. Not in the slightest. A strangle cry ripped from Fu-Han's lips as he was struck, blood flowing freely down his back. And Yao sprung into action just as Kiku was bringing the sword down on Fu-Han's back. So instead of the city being hit, Yao took the blow and man, did he take it hard. His usually bright eyes dimmed a lot. He seemed almost lifeless and Kiku kicked the chinese nation away, sending him into a wall.

Fu-Han screamed in horror as his father's eyes turned completely black and blood dripped from his pale lips. He felt so helpless as it was, but now his father, the only thing he cared about other than his city, was now lying there in his own blood. All because Nanjing was too weak to fend for himself. Or so the boy had convinced himself of.

"Father, I am so sorry."

He heard a loud laugh sound through the air. And when I turned around he grabbed and forced the city into the ground. Fu flailed against him, screaming for him to stop this madness. He kept squirming until he heard Kiku's deep voice with his thick accent.

"Don't worry, Fu. I'll make sure you never defy me again."

Fu-han's eyes widened with shock and fear as hear the sound of a zipper. No, He wouldn't dare.
Tears fell from his cheeks as he felt something press into his virgin hole. Japan was doing exactly what he thought. And a loud scream ripped through his body as he begged for the Japanese nation to stop immediately. But he did not stop. The japanese man thrust deep into the tiny teenagers body. Fu pushed at Japan to stop him but each time he was violently thrusted into, his finger nails dug into Kiku's skin. Of course the asshole took it as Fu-Han wanting this, so he continued his violation. Fu-Han was crying at this point, hot tears of pain and the growing feeling of uselessness. He felt blood trickling down his thighs and legs.

Useless. That's all he was and all he's ever be. Useless.

But the Japanese man was not finished with him. A warm tingling sensation on his neck made Fu-Han snap back into his reality. He managed to push Kiku off for a split few seconds to touch his neck. He had been bitten but why did it feel like that? His pale fingers retracted and he stared up at his rapist. Kiku had blood running down his lips. Fu-Han's eyes widened once again as he looked down at his chest, blood rolling down his chest. Kiku growled a bit after licking the blood off and took the chinese boy's wrists in one hand.

"I'm not done yet." He hissed into Nanjing's ear before biting the teenagers neck again.

Blood started to pool around their bodies as the japanese man bit deeper into his neck. Soon Fu-Han's entire body was surrounded in the sticky, crimson liquid. And if you knew any better, the groans from Kiku were slowly quickening with his thrusting. They became wild and un-aimed. The Japanese man had one hand on Nanjing's wrists and the other held his waist so he can thrust as deep as possible. Kiku released his hold on Nanjing's wrists and moved to his waist, pulling him deeper onto his member. The chinese boy was back to a reality he hated to see. His back arched as the japanese thrusted as deep as humanely possible and the place he thrusted into was Nanjing's 'special' place.

"A-A-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A loud scream echoed through the demolished ruins of Nanjing. The few woman that were still alive heard the piercing scream along with the japanese troops. They all looked to the center of the city. Everything outside of that area where Kiku and Fu-Han were, seemed almost frozen. The boy started to tremble, violently. His innocents was gone. The proof? Mixed in with his blood at his entrance was a creamy, white liquid. Semen. It was semen. Japan pulled out of Nanjing and zipped himself back up. His breathe was quick, fast paced. Fu-Han just laid there for a moment before picking up his pants and slipping them back on. Despite the intense pain he felt in his lower back.

"Y-You b-bastard, a-aru..." A voice called.

Both the no longer innocent chinese boy and the japanese man looked in the direction of the voice. Yao shakily stood up and glared at Kiku. How dare he rape his own nephew?! What kind of sick shit is that?! He took a step toward Kiku. "Y-You. M-Monster, aru. He had n-nothing. T-To do wi-with th-this." He growled and put all his energy to running at Kiku, delivering a quick blow to his chest. The japanese grunted and stared at Yao.

"NiNi? Prease don't hurt me." Kiku taunted.

Yao brought up his fist to punch the man square in the face but stopped himself. Instead of seeing the cold, calculating Japan he saw raping his son. He saw the sweet, innocent little boy that he found in the bamboo forest that one year. The boy he raised. He slowly lowered his fist and a tear ran down his face.

"Heh. You're weak." The japenese said as he quickly hit the elder chinese in the pressure point.

Yao fell to his knees and the last thing he saw was his son's crying body. Fu-Han reached for his parent's body, and tried to move toward him. Painful move after painful move, the younger chinese crawled forward. Just as he was touching the hem of Yao's shirt, Kiku picked the boy up by his hair and dragged him back toward his fleet. A small whimper escaped as Nanjing reached for his fallen parent. "Mommy." He whispered before he was unconscious from blood loss.

"Ni hao, I am Fu-Han. The once great city of Nanjing. I have fallen and now I relive this hell every night."

"Ni hao, I am Fu-Han Wang-Vain. And Welcome to My Hell."