Chapter 3
Japan's POV
I rushed into the large, Italian meeting room with my head down, trying my best to hide my plans. I was one of the first nations in to my surprise, but didn't stall at one point. I had entered quickly, sat down with no problems, and hoped that everyone else followed. Though I knew that was impossible.
After what seemed like was 10 minutes wasted of waiting, we finally began the meeting. I knew all too well that it was going to get nowhere- until I spoke though. At least I had something important to discuss, unlike the American jabbering away at the present time.
"I have some TOTAL AWESOME HERO NEWS THAT IS SO IMPORTANT!" Suuure you do.
"Recently I found out that half of you boring people have half the amount of parties and celebrations that I do every year! So to raise that number to what it should be, I'M THROWING A TOTALLY KICK-ASS PARTY AT MY PLACE TONIGHT, AND INVITING EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!" That was the most UNimportant news I've heard all week. And I thought McDonald's prices rising by 5% was useless enough.
"Ooohh! I love it! Won't it be too crowded though..?" Feliciano cheered from across the room.
"Don't worry about that, it's fine! Just trust me!" The American responded.
"And what about the people that are absent?" Ludwig questioned in his thick, German accent.
"Oh? I dunno, I guess they miss out, but no one awesome here is absent, right!?~" Alfred asked, somehow with a mixture of confidence, excitement and confusion. Somehow. From the beginning of the meeting, I realised a strong presence was missing from the room. I glanced across the table where I usually do, and found myself staring at a blank wall. Yup. Yao was missing of course, probably trying to recover from the incident. I raised my hand, but began to speak anyway.
"U-Um, actually there are a few people missing. T-That includes Ya-"
"Yao is missing, da?~" Ivan interrupted, with his usual, unsettling smile and pipe by his side. Everyone turned to him, completely ignoring the fact that I spoke. I used all of my energy to resist the giant urge to slam my hands against the desk in anger. Ivan was always so creepy, and to make him worse, the only person he would really stalk and follow was Yao. Despite Yao's clear fear though, most people believed they were friends, or sometimes even more than that. Even Elizaveta, who usually knew love more than Francis, supported those stupid theories. It drove me insane to just think about it.
"Huh? Of course you would notice that. I guess that's too bad then." Alfred stated, releasing a string of thoughts and complaints I decided to keep to myself. 'I noticed first! I swear you are hiding so much right now, you guilty asshole!' "So is everyone pumped to come!?" he continued to cheer, gaining a loud response from everyone else. The room was filled with chattering about the damn party, and no one was even thinking seriously anymore. Even Ludwig was caught up in conversation with Feliciano. The organised notes I saw a few nations put down on the desk have been either folded away, or just scrunched up and ruined completely.
. . .
Not too long afterwards, the 'world meeting' which was meant to be for discussing significant issues had turned into a casual meet-up about Alfred's messed up party. I had sat through enough of it. On the outside I was calm and looked a little bored, though still contented and probably thinking about later. However, on the inside, I felt a strong burning sensation in my stomach and rushes of energy from my built up rage. I felt like I was about to explode from the sheer stupidity and lack of sense in the room. Even my usually dulled eyes felt like flaming up and almost turning red.
"...ha ha, no one really needs Yao there anyway!.." I tuned in for a split second, and out of luck, heard that inconsiderate comment. I had enough. Though I could not see it, I swore my eyes faded into a deep red.
In a fit of complete rage, I slammed my hands onto the large desk with all my strength, and stoof up from my seat quickly, knocking the regal chair onto it's back.
"That is enough!" I yelled as loud as my throat would allow, gaining many surprised looks and catching most people off guard. I heard my name being whispered several times in confusion. "I'm hearing things I shouldn't be, especially nations being called useless! If anyone is useless here, it's all of you talking about this goddamn party and whatnot! This is a world meeting, we're meant to discuss important issues, not casual conversation!" I continued. The room sat in silence for a few seconds.
"Well dude, if you're complaining and all, why don't you show us some 'important issues' rather than scolding us?" Alfred asked, his childish personality setting me off even more.
"I will then! Unlike you, I don't sit and say something 'important' to get everyone's attention, then have nothing to add afterwards!" I yelled back, clearly offending the American. I didn't care. Offending him was something I was planning on doing later on, anyways. "Right, so I know most of you apparantly won't care, but this is a very large issue I would like to bring forward and draw attention to.
So recently, I've heard from many resources that the city of Beijing has been bombed, hence Yao-san's absence." I was originally going to continue, but as soon as I realised I had everyone's attention I paused.
"Bombed? How bad is it?" Ivan asked, without an emotion on his face.
"From what I've gathered, it's destroyed many surrounding towns and cities, so I wouldn't just shrug it off." I informed.
"A-Aniki, da-ze!? We have to help him, da-ze!" Im Yong Soo questioned, clearly worried. I looked down the table, surprised that he was actually listening for once.
"That won't be easy though. His government have started to put the whole country into a lock-down state, even without Yao's input. I think as this is not simple task for one nation, if some of us group together we could atleast persuade them to have some exceptions. At least then we could see if Yao-san is okay, and the real damage up close." I began to feel superior for once. For once.
"Nicely done. I can see you've thought this through. How can we trust you haven't made this up?" Vash casually questioned, as intelligent as usual.
"The surrounding countries have confirmed this. You can even see for yourself, if you doubt me." I replied confidently. Just as murmuring started to rise, I heard another question from the opposite end of the table.
"You left one thing out, Kiku.. Who exactly was it that dropped the bomb?.." I turned to see it was Alfred, speaking in his rare, low voice that signified he wasn't being stupid. At first, I became confused at his question. It was him after all who is responsible. But with enough thought, I avoided his nasty trap.
"Who, you ask? Well, isn't that ironic? Why are you of all people asking? You should know. I mean, you're the one guilty nation." I smirked. Being put on the spot was something Alfred always did- but not like this. Being blamed for something everyone is talking about and being the culprit behind it is hard for him to handle. I noticed him begin to stutter.
"W-What? Dude, I don't know what you're talking about!.." he tried to argue. I chuckled. I had so much evidence and sound logic up my sleeve ready for this moment.
"Oh really? Don't play dumb with me, Alfred-san. Everybody knows you have one of the largest bomb collections in the world. You wouldn't hesitate to use them, especially when you are fighting someone. I can't help but stress the fact that you and Yao-san had been arguing a lot recently too."
"W-What? I-I.."
"I'm sorry, at a lose for words already? You're lucky I'm keeping the rest of evidence to myself at the moment. Don't worry, you're 'hero' figure was destroyed a long time ago." I laughed evilly, as if I had hated him for years and was finally getting revenge. The tables have turned. No more Mr. Hero.
After my strange laugh, I felt the fire inside my eyes dim. I assumed my eyes reverted to it's normal colour. Instead of rage, the strong feeling in my stomach changed to embarassment. I quickly realised what I was doing and sat back down in my chair, confused.
'What just happened..? It's like I completely ignored what everyone thought there and I became someone else! Gah, I want to know so bad.. what's up with my eyes, too? I need to check on that once I get home. Yao-san.. I hope you're alright.. just sit tight."
. . .
I entered my room with my arms lifelessly hanging by my side. It had been a long day, and a rest was in order. I stood in front of the large mirror sitting in my room, admiring the features of my white uniform. It was nice, and made me fit in slightly more. I stared at my sleeves, soon following up to my hands, and recalling the moment I stood up.
Though I could not see it, I swore my eyes faded into a deep red.
I quickly turned my gaze back to the mirror in worry. I stepped closer, staring at my dark eyes. Earlier they had changed colour.. or at least, it felt like they did. I did nothing but stare at my eyes (and breathe) for around a minute, but nothing happened. It was just like any other day, where my dark orbs stayed the same, dulled colour. I sighed and stepped away back from the mirror.
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"I have some TOTAL AWESOME HERO NEWS THAT IS SO IMPORTANT!"
"...ha ha, no one really needs Yao there anyway!.."
"Well dude, if you're complaining and all, why don't you show us some 'important issues' rather than scolding us?"
"You left one thing out, Kiku.. Who exactly was it that dropped the bomb?.."
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Just the thought of that immature, stupid American bastard made me cringe.
'He thinks he's all this and that, "oh, I'm the herooo!" when really all he does is cause other's trouble. Because he thinks he's so superior, he doesn't know the consequences of his own actions and doesn't think about his actions. He's just a kid who happened to get a little famous. He took it too far. So, he got a little lucky and earned his independance, but that's the only strong thing he's done in his lifetime. He can't even remember he has a brother, so what's the chance he's gonna remember anything useful? He obviously hasn't remembered what bombing other countries does to them and how it can easily backfire. That idiot.. he has many lessons he needs to learn!'
As I ranted on about the many flaws of Alfred F. Jones, I clenched my fist. On a whim, I looked up at the mirror, and began to think of the things the man standing there could do to that stupid American. At that moment, the mirror changed. Instead of showing the white walls of my room, they were wiped to black, and before I could react, the image of me changed.
My white clothes faded to a black, and my eyes changed to a vivid red, that stared back at me. My simple epaulettes shined brighter with tassels, however it still gave off a dark, unwelcoming feel. Overall, the person being reflected on the over side of the mirror stood tall and strong, and with an evil smirk on his face, it made him look very intimidating.
I stepped back from the mirror in shock, immediately noticing that he did not follow. It was someone different that resembled me fore sure, and instead of being a reflection, seemed like a person trapped on the other side of the glass.
"W-Who are you!?" I shouted, staring right into his red eyes.
"I am you."
A/N: Probably a really long chapter, but I personally prefer them that way. Just saying, I actually hate America so it was easy to point out his flaws and whatnot, and is partially the reason he's the 'bad guy' in this case. XP I respect everyone's opinions though, so I don't mind if you love him or are on my side.
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