Warnings: Angst, Evil!America, Rape, Character Death and war.
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
AN: Also very sorry for the slow updates, I'm very lazy and a slacker by nature.
It was cold up here, when the sea had started to rise they'd had to build up, higher and higher. Japan was no longer the land of the rising sun, it was the empire in the sky. Kiku couldn't decide whether it was the sort of sub-plot you'd find in a mecha-anime or a really high-budget sci-fi movie.
Kiku had once again returned to seclusion, something he'd never thought he'd go back too. But not because he didn't want to talk to others, but now because others actually scared him. The war had been going on so long, it'd felt like a century (In fact it had only been a few decades) since Alfred had slaughtered his friends, his family...since Arthur had sacrificed himself in vain to save Asia from a mass bombing... but Alfred had simply travelled personally to each country...he missed his family, he was all alone now, apart from China...yes...Yao had survived, or been spared.
In fact Yao had been trying very hard to build new nations and fix the climate, get Gilbert, Francis, and Romano independent from Ivan. Had of course fighting with all his power against Alfred's psychotic rage.
So he rarely visited Kiku, but then, they weren't the most talkative of visits.
Kiku didn't talk any more.
Click~
He lifted his dark eyes towards the door, at which a weary Yao stood, but still he smiled and sat down opposite to him and started to talk.
"How are you feeling today, aru?" he asked, Kiku tilted his head and smiled back, "I see...well...Francis and Romano aren't feeling well, I think it's because their people are getting ill and dying...Gilbert's fine...which is a mystery as..." Yao trailed off, "The fight is going slightly better, Ivan says he's fully backing my army now and we took out a whole force of American troops." Yao perked up trying to give some better news, but Kiku started to whimper.
"Took out? As if you act like killing the brainwashed masses is a good thing." Kiku croaked hoarsely, before falling silent again.
Yao looked shocked that Kiku had talked He was even more shocked at what he'd said. "...I see...I...shouldn't of said that...I apologise." Yao hung his head, "But...please talk again." he added quietly, getting closer, he opened his arms wide and hugged Kiku, who didn't resist.
"Yao...I wish you'd...not talk about the outside world in such a way, each time you visit it's always just bad news. It makes me scared. You should visit more often too. I get lonely, I know that...we haven't always been on the best of terms." Kiku understated hugging Yao back, "But I only have you left now." Kiku held tight, "You're visits should be longer too." he lowered his voice and spread his fingers across Yao's back.
Yao pushed Kiku away gently, he chose to ignore his little brother's advances, "I'll stay for tonight then, but I have to leave early in the morning." he promised. The two went to talking, about everything before the floods, before the war, before the death, before America's warning and before even then.
But it didn't last long, "I wish sometimes...that we had listened to him. Maybe then this wouldn't of happened." Kiku stated knitting his fingers together. "Maybe He wouldn't of went insane"
"Maybe he hasn't went insane. Maybe he knows what he's doing." Yao replied darkly, "Which might be worse than if he's insane because that means he's got a plan."
"Insane men can have plans" Kiku reasoned "Also...Alfred wasn't like that, everything he did he always did it for his people. What he's doing now doesn't make sense, there's no possible explanation except...madness."
Yao agreed with a nod before yawning, the two agreed that it was time for bed, Kiku unrolled a futon for his guest before tucking himself in for bed. He hoped for a dreamless sleep, but Kiku knew it was stupid to hope. But it was even more stupid to even dare to dream.
It was warm, pleasantly so, the wind softly teased the grass and poppies. They were lots of poppies. Kiku could feel the soft plant life under his bare feet, and to his delight they were lots of friendly little bunnies, kittens, and puppies. He knelt down in the sea of red flowers and picked up a rather docile and friendly rabbit.
"Enjoying yourself Japan?" came a familiar voice, but in an uncharacteristically perky tone, the English nation sat beside Kiku and fawned over the various cute critters with him.
Kiku sighed "You're dead." he stated sternly at Arthur.
The Englishman shrugged and smiled, "This is a dream." he pointed out standing up and dusting the dirt of his white cloak, "It's nice here, don't you think? What will yours look like?"
"My what?" Kiku replied.
England paused, "Oh that's right, you don't know yet..." he sighed and smiled, "It's doesn't hurt you know. Well it does, but then it stops, you stop being cold and it becomes warm. Russia will like that won't he? Being warm. But I'm not saying give up! Because...that ungrateful brat can't just stop being the hero!" the blond nation paused, "I guess none of this makes any sense. Actually...but we felt bad about you."
"We?"
"Yes...it'll all make sense, I'm not really allowed to tell you much of anything until you know..." Arthur began to ramble on and it began to grow cold and fade out...darker...darker...
"KYAAAAAAARRRGGGH KIKU HEL-" Yao's screams.
Kkkurrrgh – the sound of tape?
"Shut up, Oh stop crying China, you're distracting me." America's voice. No time was wasted. Kiku grabbed his Wakizashi (A Katana was just to big to fight with indoors) and his pistol, hid in a darkened corner and tried to stay as calm as possible. A few silent tense moments passed, the bedroom door slid open and a wheelchair flew in, skidded and smashed against the wall. The occupant of the chair was a terrified China who had be duck taped to the chair and gagged. He spotted Kiku and his eyes grew wide. The Japanese nation shushed him.
America made his way into the room, a smirk across his features. "Oh Japan, hiding in the dark won't save you now." Alfred grinned turning his head and looking directly at Kiku, "Go on, shoot me." he took a step closer...closer...closer, he grabbed Kiku's wrist and guided the gun to his own chest, "One shot. That's all it'll take, you've looked people in the eye and then killed them haven't you?"
Kiku wanted to. He really wanted to, but he was frozen...he couldn't move...
America let out deep guttural laughter that shook the room. He tore the pistol and sword from Japan's hands, "Kiku," he purred sinisterly in the smaller nation's ear as he grabbed a handful of dark hair and threw him to the floor in the middle of the room, "You make this too easy."
"Alfred-san...please..." Kiku shivered at the chilling predatory look in America's eyes, "Don't look at me like that." he pleaded politely.
Alfred grinned and placed his foot on Kiku's chest and pushed him down, so gentle it felt even more sinister than anything forceful could of. "Hmm, I hope you scream and beg me to stop with that look in your eyes." he turned to China, "Don't you dare look away either, I want you to see me do the things to your little brother you never had the balls to do." He stood over Japan. "If you look away I'll just kill Kiku. And-" he looked down at Japan, "You run away or resist, I'll kill you both. And then have my way with you. And I really don't want to fuck a dead body. I've got standards." He grinned and unzipped his pants, freeing himself from the constraints of his trousers. "Now. Suck it." He dropped to his knees so Kiku wouldn't have to get up.
Kiku didn't want to...he'd rather be killed or kill himself than doing anything for America, but Alfred just grunted and grabbed Kiku's hair and forced his cock into the smaller nation's mouth. He started to thrust his hips roughly, Japan gagged every now and then as Alfred's cock hit the back of his throat, but he wouldn't react.
Yao was sobbing now, he couldn't intervene or fight, all he could do was sit and watch.
Alfred pulled away and pushed Kiku down to the floor hard, "YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FUNNY?" He yelled smacking Japan across the face, "Fuck it." he growled wrenching Kiku's legs apart roughly and dragged his yukata open, "Ready Sweetheart?" he smiled with fake sweetness as he softly ran his hand down Japan's cheek, who kept stoic.
It had hurt when America had tore into him almost ripping him in half. It had hurt so much, it hurt when America laughed, "Oh you're bleeding! Cute, almost like you've never done it before!"It hurt as Yao's sobs grew louder. It hurt when America had climaxed and then smashed Kiku's head on the floor. It had hurt so much. But he never cried, or screamed, or sobbed, or begged.
America stood up and gave a smirk, as if he'd won, but then he scowled as he saw Kiku's smiling face.
"I forgive you, America-san," Kiku smiled weakly, "I almost pity you. Because you know what?" he sat up, it hurt. He reached for his sword, "You won't win." he beamed as he drove the blade into his chest.
It didn't hurt anymore.