It has been a few days since the previous chapter. Nanjing has asked to see China, only to be refused.
"Japan-NiNi? When is Mommy coming to get me?" Fu-Han asked.
"Nanjing. How many times must I tell you not to ask me about this?! China is not coming to get you!" He glared at the city.
Fu-han shrank a bit and then looked to the ground, his little purple eyes filling with hot tears. He had wanted to go home for so long now but that wasn't allowed. Everytime he asked to see China, he would either be hit or yelled at.
"O-Oh...S-Sorry. I just thought th-"
"How many times must I tell you not to think?! I do that FOR you now." The elder man hissed.
"R-Right...S-Sorry." He mumbled, a tear falling down.
Japan's glare faltered. "Nanjing. You don't need China."
The elder japanese came over and hugged the young teenager, wiping away any falling tears. His lips touched the younger's cheek.
"All you need is me, Don't forget that. In your time of hell, you'll always have me. And ONLY me."
Nanjing sat on his little bed. The red kimono was still of his little body and this time, it was ripped beyond repair. He literally looked like a fallen Queen. His long chocolate brown tendrils hung loosely on his shoulders. Once again, he had been abused but this time it was by someone else. A normal japanese soldier. To be exact about 4 of them. They had all came to his room and decided to beat up on him for being chinese. All spewing harsh words and death threats everytime he cried out too loudly.
That had gone on for a long time and now he was covered in bandages. The one over his head was covered in blood. It dripped down his face and started to pool around him. Did he try to stop it? No. He didn't want to. He just wanted to die. Just for this all to end but no, it wouldn't end. It never would. China would never get him back, Japan and his soldiers would continue to beat on him, and he'd never get the pleasure of death. Unless his city was entirely destroyed and China didn't rebuild him, he would just have to relieve this hell.
"Nanjing? Why didn't you come to say hell-" The japanese man cut off and stared at the little teenager who's blood was now staining his floor.
"..." Nanjing said nothing.
"Why are you bleeding?" He asked.
Within a few minutes, the japanese had better bandages on the chinese boy. And now they were sitting together. Now, There long rips along his kimono that he had been forced to wear until they could be replaced. The bandages on his head held blood on them and his entire left arm and leg were encased in the bandage as well as he had been beaten so badly. His eyes held darker circles around them from lack of sleep and all of the bloodloss. Black and blue bruises decorated his pale skin and contrasted greatly. The boy's bright violet eyes had dulled to a deep, dark purple. His kimono was slipping off on one side as he tried to keep his eyes on the camera and the man whose lap he was sitting on. Honda Kiku. His smirk was wide and he had no scratches on any visible part of him. His white military uniform was replaced with a black one seen in the previous picture. The hat held many stars and little decorations to show how admirable he was. His eyes seemed to have a red tint to them and in his white, gloved hand was a rope. The rope as connected to Nanjing's neck as if the poor boy was some type of pet that needed to be handled like that. Said boy had his arms wrapped around the elder's neck. Kiku had one hand on the leash and the other was on Nanjing's slender hips.
"Smile for the camera." Japan whispered.
Nanjing let a small smile appear on his face and then a bright flash. Kiku held tightly to the younger boy. It was a jacked up photo but it still managed to look sort of cute with them both partially smiling.
P.O.V: China.
This was unacceptable. His own child was sitting in the lap of the that asshole that was supposedly his brother. And what was worse? The little boy was smiling. He was covered in bruises, bleeding, and covered in bandages, yet he was smiling like everything was okay. But his main questions was: Why?
Why was his child smiling?
Why did Kiku keep him away from Nanjing?
Why was Nanjing covered in bruises?
What was going on?