A/N: So this is my first Hetalia story, I hope you all enjoy it! There will be several endings, depending on who she is paired with in said ending. Reviews feed a starving writer~

I couldn't lose him. I just couldn't. I had already lost my two sisters, Nagasaki and Hiroshima. They were two of Japan's most populated and powerful cities, only outranked by myself, Tokyo.

They died when that son of a bitch America dropped those terrifying bombs on us. When they hit, my brother hit the ground screaming. Burns formed on his smooth, pale skin and he bled from his mouth, eyes and ears.

"Oh, Kiku, you can't die! The allies are coming for you!" I whispered to his broken form.

Nagasaki, or Fuji, died instantly. She burned away in seconds. Hiroshima was nowhere near as lucky. Dear Hachi suffered greatly before she succumbed to her wounds.

I clenched my fists in my lap. I could feel the tears drip from my golden eyes, but I just couldn't bring myself to care.

"Don't you dare die, you tough son of a bitch. I know you'll pull through, Kiku. Little sister will take care of those Allies. I won't let them hurt you again. Never again."

I knew I wasn't in any condition to be saying that. I had my fair share of wounds. In fact, I should have been in a hospital bed, right next to Big Brother. But I had to be strong. I had to give hope to my broken people. Japan was not dead, and neither was Tokyo.

With the amount of pain I was in, I knew there was no way I could be dead. But my city was in tatters and ruins, but we were alive and I hadn't been in the city, or I too, could have been dead.

No, I was on the front lines with my troops and with my big brother. I fought with him. It was my downfall and salvation.

They called me, "The Golden-Eyed Devil" I grew fond of it.

I knew what I had to do. I smiled weakly at my slumbering, war-torn brother.

"I'm sorry-", I took in a shuddering breath, "I'm so sorry."

I stood from the hard metal chair and walked out of the tiny hospital. I looked at my destroyed city, the once shining, powerful capital city of the great Japan.

Each step I took back to my home, my body ached even more. I stumbled and fell to my hands and knees. I watched as the sidewalk was stained with what looked like rain drops. My shoulder shook.

I was such a power, unstoppable force. Now, I am reduced to a broken shell, crying like a child. I know my people watched their once great city broke down. It wasn't right, for them to have to see me like this. I had to show them hope. I had to show them that we would recover.

I pulled myself to my feet with a great amount of difficulty. I somehow dragged myself to my palace-like home. The once vibrant colored pained walls and the gorgeous murals were dull and cracked. I walked to my room, sliding the door open.

I open my wardrobe and pull out a white and gold naval officers uniform, and dressings for my wounds. I strip and clean my wounds, but I catch my reflection in a nearby mirror. I look at my naked form and see the burns, and bruises and lacerations. My once flawless, lily smooth skin, was now a patchwork of pain and destruction.

I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at the morbid mural that was my skin.

I continued to dress my wounds. I remembered Italy's "Ve~" and how the sweet country never failed to make me smile and his yells of "Pasta!". I reflected on Germany's cold exterior and his soft interior. The soft blush he acquired when I smiled and his deep chuckle.

When I was clean and my wounds dressed, I grabbed my uniform. I pulled on the Naval suit and recall the bittersweet memory of when Japan gave it to me.

"When you don this uniform, Jin", He said to my younger, more naive self, "You take on a responablility. To yourself and your people."

I still remember the awestruck look I gave him and the cold, yet soft, look he gave me.

I nearly laugh at the irony of it all. That Naval uniform was the worst thing that had happened to me.

I wasn't always this broken, oh no. I was a great general, whom was greatly respected by my men. They obeyed my every command without doubt, the very nearly worshipped me, their Golden-Eyed Devil. I commanded with a ferocity and determination unheard of in a woman.

They still called me Lady Honda, or Lady Jin, but it was with fear and admiration.

I knew the Allies would come for my broken brother, so I would have to defend him.

I dressed in the while uniform and adjusted the gold accents and metals. I looked at the mirror again, on my way out. Now, I saw a proud, powerful woman who would fight to the death, to save her people. All my wounds covered and hidden. My golden eyes were intense and piercing.

I ran my hand through my short, black hair. I took a deep breath, to steady myself. I opened my door, and walked back out into my ruined city.

My people watched as their powerful general walked through the ruins and back to the little hospital. I kept my head high, and back straight.

I walked proudly into the hospital. The staff looked shocked at seeing the broken, bleeding girl walk back in their savior and proud city.

I made my way to my brother's room. I walked in and saw he was slowly waking up.

"Kiku?" I whispered, unsure.

"J-Jin?" He croaked out.

I smiled weakly at him, and then his eyed widened as he saw my clothes and saw myself cleaned up. He relaxed then, thinking I wasn't injured.

Then, shouts resounded through the hospital. I kept my face blank, knowing what was coming. They were here. The Allies.

"Japan?", America asked confused, seeing myself. I laugh bitterly.

"No you twit, that's Tokyo!" I hear England yell.

I turned around, my golden eyes cold. I saw America stiffen and a bit of fear invade his aura. We had, after all, fought each other once. I smiled cruelly. I had defeated him. From his face, he remembered me.

"So, we meet again, dear America." I say without feeling. He looks serious for once.

"We're hear for Japan." I hear my brother's racking cough behind us.

"No." I say, " I know what you want, you can't have him. He's lost so much already. I give myself up, in exchange for him to be left alone." I lift my chin up and stare deep into each of their eyes.

"Now, Miss,-" England begins.

"Alright." America says, cutting him off. He knew what this meant. He knew I was taking over for Japan. Taking his crimes as my own, "But you do know that you won't be free, for a very long time?"

I nod, "I take his crimes as my own. Leave him. Take me instead."

England and America come forward and take on of my arms each. I can see my brother's dark eyes fill with sadness, fear, and finally a grateful look. He wants to say something as the Allies take my arms.

I don't even take my eyes off his, even as I feel blood seep through my bandages and through my uniform sleeves. America and England's hands become stained with my blood. Japan look's at me realizing that I was gravely injured. He tries to say something but it just starts another coughing fit.

I smile and the Allies begin to pull me out of the room. I feel blood drip to the white floor.

They take me out and I see a single tear slip from my brother's eye. They pull me out and then I am exposed to the cold and the gray skies of my shattered city. The wind blows my hair. My blood stains my city, even more than it already had.

"Why?" America, in a rare instance of intelligence. He looks at me, trying to understand me, the powerful woman whom had defeated him. Tokyo.

"Because, he always took care of my sister's and I. Now, it's my turn to take care of of him."