I sat in a dirty cell, somewhere in the United States. America insisted that I was his responsibility.
I scoff out loud. My golden eyes burned into the cold, metal door.
One would think that three years in a dark cell would destroy one's spirit.
Hell no.
America visited me everyday. Asked the same questions everyday. I gave the same answers.
My eyes drift to the damp floor. The chains clank together softly. I look at my wrists, rubbed raw and scarred, and think, 'Thank god Kiku doesn't have to experience this.'
I think America thought I would break. But instead, he got a strong-willed General that fought his attempts to break her. I laugh in his face every time he tries. Then, he stomps out angrily and curses under his breath.
I may be chained down. I may be in the dark. I may be alone. I may be in here forever, but my brother's face keeps me going. The heartbeats of my people that I can hear in my head if I focus.
So, I guess I'm not alone, never alone.
Then, I hear the tell-tale thumps of America's boots. I plaster on a smile. He slams the metal door open, with a scowl on his face.
"Oh my, something wrong dear?" I say tauntingly. His eyes speak of murder and anger. Oh fun, I think as I perk up. I pull on a smile and half close my eyes. "Oh dear, Alfred, are you alright?"
He flushes a cherry red and sputters out some odd words. I giggle girlishly. Then, he is serious again.
"Japan wants you back, little Tokyo." He looks angry and sad at the same time. I smile in a dark way. I can use him now. I know he has a thing for me, the woman chained in his bunker.
"Oh Alfred, I would love to see him. I want go home, but I don't want to leave you alone." I pretend to look down shyly. I hear him gasp. I nearly chuckle. American men are so easy to play. At this rate, I will be back in Japan in a week's time.
"Really?" His eyes sparkle in a childish way, "Do you feel for me what I feel for you?"
"H-how do you feel for me?" I fake stutter.
His blue eyes fill with intense emotion, "I love you, Jin. I always have, since you defeated me in combat four years ago. And I loved you more when you gave yourself up for Japan. Do you, maybe, feel the same?"
I force a blush on my face and nod, "Hai, Alfred, I love you too."
He smiles and starts to undo my chains. I can feel the tremble in his muscles and smirk at his stupidity. He curses under his breath, as he fumbles with my constraints.
After a few moments, I feel the weight gone from me, and then a new weight is on me. A one idiotic American.
Next thing I notice, is the blue-eyed idiot is kissing me. I roll my eyes, but pretend to enjoy the kiss. He slips his hands around my slim waist.
Many things happened in that dank cell. Things that bought my pass back to Japan.
Thank god for stupid men.
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I was not home in a week. It took four more years. Four years of fake love and four years of an idiotic American thinking that I loved him.
I stood in front of a mirror in a room fit for an Emperor. My dark hair is freshly cut, my skin freshly washed and I am dressed in fine silks.
Today, I'm going home.
I snort at how easy it was to get America to let me go home. All it took was some fake tears, and some meaningless sex.
Fucking American idiot.
My gold eyes are liquid and fiery and seem to burn everything that catches my gaze.
I hear a soft knock at the door.
"Are you ready to go, Jin?" America calls. I try very hard not to laugh at his stupidity.
"Yes, my love. I am ready. I will miss you greatly." I lie easily.
He walks in, his blue eyes glassy. He looks as though he is going to cry. I play the worried little woman and hold his cheeks and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. I feel my silken blouse become wet with tears. He trembles like a child in my arms.
"I-I love you Jin. Please don't l-leave." He begs pathetically. I easily hid my distain for the blubbering fool in my arms.
"Shh, love. It's alright. But I need to go. My people need me, and Brother is getting impatient." I say with false tenderness.
I feel his shuddering breath on my chest. He sobs and makes what would have been heart-breaking sound, if I felt anything for him.
"P-p-please..." He begs. He knows though, that I cannot stay.
He pulls away and stares into my eyes, with his piercing blues eyes, filled with love and sadness. The look makes me sick to my stomach.
I smile gently, to falsely assure him that all is well. I wipe his wet cheeks and kiss each one.
"I love you." I say gently, lying with ease.
He looks at me with childish wonder. I adjust his glasses and pull him from his knees. I look at the door, clearly saying that we needed to go.
He sniffles and runs his fingers though his sunny blonde hair.
He runs to the door and opens it for me. I walk through and start to walk to the exit. I hear him trying to catch up to me, but I cannot help but be reminded of the day I left Japan. I sigh and look down.
We walk to the ship nearby in silence. My things are already on the ship and America and I stand by the boarding ramp.
His eyes fill with tears all over again, but this time, he's smiling. I look into his too blue eyes and am caught by them. He reaches out and holds my cheek. The tears slip down his pale skin and drips onto his leather pilot's jacket.
He leans down from his towering height and kisses me gently. I slip my golden eyes shut and kiss him back. This one final time.
He releases his hold on me and smiles that big obnoxious smile of his, even through the crystalline tears on his face.
"Don't forget about me, okay? 'Cause this hero won't forget you!" Then his tone softens, and he says lightly, "I love you. I love you so much."
I look at him in awe. Then I smile and look down.
"Alfred," I start, " I love you too."
The ship sound it's loud call. The final call for passengers. I look to the ship and the seemingly endless sea. Then I look to the American before me, whose eye's are just as endless blue.
I smile on last time and then walk onto the ship. I am greeted by the staff and the we shove off within minutes.
I am at the front of the ship and I catch sight of Alfred and run along the length of the ship, so I didn't lose him.
Suddenly, I reached the end and I was at the back balcony. I stare at him and he waves with a broken look in his eyes, but he's still grinning that damn obnoxious smile of his.
I felt my cheeks become wet. I looked back at him and realize, in the seven years I was with him, I fell in love with him. I wave back to him and I can almost smell grease of his favorite foods.
If asked, I would say salt got in my eyes.
If you asked me if I loved him.
I'd lie.
The journey was long and tiring. On the first night, I realized how cold the bed was without Alfred beside me. On the second, I realized how much I missed his obnoxious laugh. By the fifth night, I missed everything about the American fool.
The ship's horn blared. We'd landed, I was home. I scrambled up as fact as I could. I straightened my clothes, brushed my hair and calmed my nerves.
I was home.
But then, a thought struck me. Japan hadn't been home to be in a very long time. Home had always been wherever Alfred was.
I shook my head, throwing the thoughts from my head. I'd used him for all he was worth. He meant nothing now, right?
I sighed and started to walk out of my cabin and onto the deck. My things had probably already been picked up by Kiku. I watched as people shuffled off. I scanned the crowd below us, looking for my brother.
My heart stopped almost as soon as I saw him. Japan, Kiku, Brother. I smiled so large, I thought my face would split.
I pushed my way through the people on the ramp and ran for my brother. I stopped just short of him. He stood tall and rigid. His brown eyes betraying nothing and his Naval Uniform crisp and clean.
"Kiku." I said, breaking him from his stupor. He smiled slightly and walked to me and opened his arms wide.
I launched myself at him, already crying. I latched onto him, burying my face into his chest. He smelled just like he used too. Like tea leaves and cherry blossoms. I hadn't cried like this since I'd left Japan the first time.
He pulled me by my shoulders, to look at him.
"Why? Why did you give yourself up?" He asked. The question that had nagged him for nearly a decade.
I whimpered, "I couldn't let them take you. I'd already lost Hachi and Fuji. At least if I was taken, I would know you were alright."
He looked very saddened by this and pulled me to him and hugged me.
"I am never letting you go again. Hachi and Fuji were bad enough, but watching the take you, as you bled on the floor, it broke me." He said to me, still holding me.
The wind blew and I just held onto him and sobbed.
I cried for the life I had now, and the life I left behind.
I cried because I was so happy to be back home.
I cried because I knew I would probably never see my stupid, obnoxious, idiotic, wonderful, amazing, love of my life, American ever again.
A/N: So this this the last real chapter. Next are the multiple endings. One where she ends up back with America and one where she ends up with her best friend, Turkey. I'll take requests though on who people want her to end up with!
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