TEN TEN NE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN~! The me has returned and updated! I am awfully sorry for the VERY VERY VERY late update and without warnings, I went on hiatus. That's because I lost and forgot my password for FF. Awfully sorry, guys. Anyways, I hope this chapter won't disappoint you~
Chapter 7: Revenge, Despair and the Manly Talk
In Alfred's tent were the medics, him, Aussie, MacArthur and Arthur. The main doctor was checking her heartbeat once again. They also did some check-up until the doctor dawned on a conclusion.
"Good news and bad news, sir." He told Alfred. "What's the news?" He asked. The doctor checked his files. "The good thing is she's alive. But the bad thing is she's in a state of comatose." Upon hearing this, a spark of hope was felt by Alfred.
"So, she is still gonna live, right?" He asked the doctor but the doctor only gave him a sad look. "We are still unsure of that, Mr. Jones, since it is coma. No one can predict nor know her certain status for now. Plus, she has a heart failure so there's a possibility that she won't make it." Alfred frowned again. "So, it's like 50:50, right?" The doctor nodded. "More or less."
Then, MacArthur thanked the medics then left. Australia and Arthur walked over to Alfred. Patting his back, Arthur calmly gave him his look of sympathy. Alfred smiled weakly at him. "Thanks." He muttered. "I am so gonna squish him." The two nations heard the American mutter. He was referring to Kiku, the two nations thought.
LATER~
The Allied forces minus Francis and Ivan had a meeting in the Philippines. The infamously known big three namely; Arthur, Alfred and Yao.
"So Alfred, you called us in a meeting about defeating Japan, right? Any ideas?" The empire asked. He looked at an uneasy Yao after, "Alright, I'll ask you, Yao. Any suggestions? Or do you want to say something?" Arthur asked. Yao stared at him. "I-I think I can't fight again with Kiku aru. Ever since the Sino-Japanese war, I felt kinda powerless, aru."
Arthur nodded in understanding. He transferred his gaze at Alfred. "Alfred, any ideas yet?" Alfred looked at him. "You go first." He finally said. Arthur sighed. "I was planning to defeat every single base he has. The moment we defeat his bases, we ask him to surrender. If not, Alfred shall fire Kiku's house using them." Yao and Alfred looked at Arthur confused. "Them?" They both asked. Arthur snickered. "Little boy and fat man, who else?" Yao was still confused while Alfred gasped.
"Y-you mean..."
"Yes."
"We'll fire the..."
"Absolutely."
Alfred nodded in agreement but still, Yao was confused. "Seriously. These Westerners aru~" He nodded his head in disbelief. "Well, meeting adjourned. Tomorrow, we launch our plan." Arthur declared then left the tent. Yao went out as well leaving Alfred in. He was thinking whether to agree with Arthur's plan. He shook his head. 'Who am I kidding? Why should I show mercy to him if he didn't showed mercy to Clara?' Alfred thought.
THAT NIGHT~
Alfred sat on the ground where he can see the sky. It was a starry night. A perfect night to spend it with her, he thought. Out of disappointment, he simply sighed.
Out of the blue, he felt a hand pat his back. He turned around to see Arthur. "Want to spend this view with her, right?" Arthur guessed. Alfred laughed softly. "Yep." he replied. Arthur sighed and sat next to him "Me too, you know." Alfred gave him a shocked expression. The empire laughed.
"Not Clara, you dolt. I was referring to Seychelles." The American sighed in relief. "Speaking of Seychelles, where is she now?" Alfred asked, breaking the silence. "At my house in Europe, where else?" Arthur replied still his eyes fixated in the sky. Alfred cocked an eyebrow, facing him.
"Why in your house? Can't she stay alone in her house?" Arthur faced him too. "Idiot. Do you think I would leave her alone in her house? And out of the blue, that bloody Frenchman will come and molest her? Common sense, Alfred. Common sense." Alfred glared at him.
"Don't you think that Francis might go to your house and molest her there? Or maybe you're the same old man that is so overprotective!" The Brit laughed sarcastically and spanked the American's back real hard causing his face to land on the ground flat. "He can't since my military power is protecting her. And, I am only twenty." Arthur smiled in victory while Alfred sat up again, cleaning his face with his hands.
Again, silence invaded them. "You seem confused, no?" Arthur asked, breaking the silence. "Confused?" Alfred asked. Arthur stared at the sky once more."You're confused whether to fire little boy and fat man at Kiku." He answered. The American looked down. "I am kinda confused." He admitted. The Brit looked down as well. "I am too."
Alfred stared at him. "Really?" Arthur on the other hand, kept his gaze down. "He was my ally. An ally that accepted me and did not betrayed me for another nation." Arthur was now looking up. Alfred stared at him, trying to remember their alliance. "He was my ally too, you know." Alfred told the nation at his side. "I mean, I helped him and he helped me in a lot of things. I just can't understand why he's hungry for imperialism." Arthur nodded in agreement, still looking up. The two kept looking in sky for a while until Arthur spoke up. "So what are your plans when the war ends?" Alfred, still dazed in the sky, thought for a while. "I guess I'll take care of Clara. When she... l-lives..." Alfred said then transferred his gaze down, feeling a bit blue. Arthur sighed and gave his look of sympathy.
THE NEXT DAY~
Alfred F. Jones woke up with his 'not-the-usual-morning' routine. Actually, there are two reasons why it's not the usual morning. First, he did not eat burgers and second, Clara was not there to cheer his day up. Instead, she was at the other bed, lying lifelessly, hoping to live. He walked over at her bed, observing her if there was any changes. Still nothing, he thought. Just her pale skin that didn't fitted her at all. And the lifeless closed eyes that were covering her beautiful hazel-coloured eyes.
'This all my friggin fault. I left her with that fucking Japanese who totally screwed Clara's economy and also her heart.' he angrily thought, thinking of ways to take his revenge. After taking his short observation, he left the tent. His destination was to meet Arthur, Australia and Mac so that they can start with the plan.
"Yo punk brother! Lookin' gloomy today aye?" Aussie asked in his cheery tone. "Oh, don't bother asking. He is really gloomy ever since the day before yesterday." Arthur told or more like, scolded Aussie. Alfred looked at Aussie, giving him a weak smile. This 'weak' smile shocked the two nations. "B-bloody hell! H-he didn't even gr-grinned or something!" The Briton exclaimed. "Hell right!" Aussie added.
While discussing the meeting, Australia's troops brought some American supplies with them when they fought in the West. And luckily for Alfred, they've bought burgers for him. Alfred was the one lecturing the meeting since he's the one proposing this plan.
"Mate, here is your burgers that you always crave since you landed in Philippines." The Australian offered. Like everyone expected, he would smile sheepishly and eat the burger in a second but instead, "No thanks, bro. Still lecturing' here to defeat Japan."
This statement of his made Australia faint, Arthur petrified in his place with an odd shocked expression and Mac giving him a shocked look. Alfred, a person that can't read the atmosphere, gave them a goofy smile.
"Well, what's with those faces?" He asked like an idiot would. Australia, being shocked and has not recovered yet from his initial shock, sat up hurriedly to face the American. "Why not eat the burger, bugger? Are you sick? Bro! Speak to me!" Australia yelled at Alfred in a really dramatic way. And Arthur is still frozen in his place by the way. "Dude. I am alive. And as for the burger, I think I will still be gloomy since Clara's still... in her death bed."
He replied seriously. Australia still having the shocked look on his face did not believe this. Quickly, he turned to Arthur. "Yo bro. Ya think that's Alfred talking?" Arthur, regaining consciousness turned to him to reply. "I don't think so too. But he seems sincere, since it's about Clara and all."
ON WITH THE PLAN~
Arthur and Alfred's troops successfully entered the bases Kiku has. Fortunately for them, Kiku's military power is getting weaker by the moment. But that doesn't mean they didn't lose something. Because of the kamikazes, they lost some of their men and a few battle ships.
But still, Japan is losing a lot of military power. Days had passed; they finally defeated almost Kiku's entire base all over Asia. This time, like Arthur planned, they proposed a peace/surrender treaty to Kiku. Surprisingly he agreed unto this. Upon agreeing to meet at the Potsdam, they also agreed to meet tomorrow.
THE JAPANESE SURRENDERS OR MAYBE NOT? [DRUMROLLS]~
Arthur, Yao and Arthur were waiting for more than 20 minutes. Still waiting and hoping for Kiku to surrender. An hour or two had passed, Alfred was getting bored.
"Man. Why's he taking a long time to get his butt here?" He complained. "Patience, git. He must nervous enough to face us." Arthur told him, keeping his cool demeanour. "Sigh~ you better keep your patience aru!" Yao told Alfred that was looking bored. Arthur nodded. Another hour had passed, a soldier came inside, and a letter was seen in his hands.
"Sir! A mail was sent to you, Sir Jones and sir Kirkland." Arthur grabbed hold of the paper and signalled the guard to leave. The guard saluted and did what he ordered. "What's it say?" The impatient Alfred asked. "Stay still, git! I am still opening it." Arthur opened the mail and read it carefully. He let out a soft gasp, making Alfred curious about the letter. "What does it say?" Arthur slowly turned to look at him.
"Alfred, Yao he won't come."
"W-what?"
"Instead, Kiku is declaring another war with us." Arthur finished. Yao let out a heavy sigh "Aru~" while Alfred looked away. "Damn him. Then, we will fire little boy and fat man. Tomorrow, we fire little boy. If he will not surrender, we go with fat man." He said with a more serious tone. The Brit sighed and smiled. "Sure thing. I'll call Australia and MacArthur."
The next day, Alfred's first troop of soldiers prepared themselves. Their main plan was drop the first atomic bomb at Hiroshima. Moments later, they passed by Hiroshima and dropped the first atomic bomb in history. As expected, a loud explosion was heard. Hurriedly, Alfred called Kiku while looking at the destroyed city.
"Surrendering now?" He dared. In the other line, Kiku was about to say 'yes' and was shuddering in fear but a voice in Japanese yelled something at the poor nation in which Alfred couldn't understand. The man sounded angry. Not a moment passed, Kiku answered his reply. "N-not yet, Amerika-san." The Japanese said with fear and uncertainness. Alfred crossed his eyebrows.
"Tch. Damn it. You just better or I'll-" Before he could ever finish, Kiku hanged up. He faced his troops. "Yo guys! Japan had not surrendered yet. Please inform Arthur and Mac." The soldiers agreed unto this.
LATER~
"Maaaaaaaaac! Artiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! Aussiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! What'll we do?" Alfred whined while the three persons he mentioned looked at him. "Fire the second bomb, right?" Arthur reminded him with a hint of sarcasm. "I know! But what if he does not surrender again?" The three glared. "Make another one, idiot!" The three of them yelled in unison Alfred laughed nervously. "Chill guys!" He told the three glaring at him. "We'll give them two days." MacArthur told Alfred who agreed with this.
DAYS PASSED LOL~
"He hasn't surrendered yet!" The American yelled at the Brit. Hurriedly, Arthur smacked him hard with a book he was reading. This caused Alfred to land flat on the ground. "That hurts a lot, you know! You nearly destroyed my head!" He said, trying to get up. Arthur glared back.
"So did my eardrums." He replied with more anger showing. Returning to the plot, Arthur smacked his brother again. "Ow! What was that for?" Alfred said, while aiding his head. "Attack Japan using the last atomic bomb you bloody git! Was that not your plan?" He answered back, trying not to laugh while looking at the poor nation, massaging his head. Back on his serious mode, Alfred proudly said,
"Tomorrow, we drop fat man at Nagasaku!"
"It's 'Nagasaki', Alfred." Arthur corrected. "Alright dude. Whatever."
*DRUMROLLS* THE DAY! NEXT DAY! ~
Alfred was looking down at Nagasaki, onboard his plane. "Guys! We can drop it here!" He signalled his troops. They dropped the hazardous bomb at Nagasaki now. Then a loud explosion was heard. Alfred shielded his eyes the moment he heard it. He called Kiku again, five minutes after the dropping of fat man. "So what now?"
Kiku was still uncertain but on the other line, he's facial expression was filled with anger, pain, worried, trauma and fright. His eyes were wide as saucers. Indeed he wanted to say 'Yes! So please don't fire the bombs again!' Finally he closed his eyes then said,
"Yes, Amerika-san. I am officially giving up. Please don't fire those bombs again." Kiku said, the fear still clear in his voice. The moment Alfred heard this, only one thing came to his mind; World War Two has officially closed. But still, Clara was still in comatose. He smiled then replied, "Great decision!" Then he hanged up. The moment he planned to call Arthur for the good news, his phone rang. Coincidentally, it was Arthur.
"Yo?" He greeted. "Good news Alfred. This sure will blow your mind off of burgers." Alfred laughed. "Me too!" The other nation sighed. "I know. Kiku surrendered. World War Two has ended. NO need to tell me." Alfred pouted. "You kill joy you."
LATER~
Being a person who loves surprises, he hurriedly went to Arthur's tent. "Yo Artie! What do you-" Alfred scanned the room but Arthur wasn't there. Instead, a letter was found on his desk.
"Meet me on the bay. Your surprise lies there.
Sincerely,
Arthur Kirkland.
Alfred hurriedly ran to the bay and saw Arthur there, grinning like he was hiding something. "Hey Arthur! What's the surprise? Tell me!" He yelled while running. Instead of replying, a familiar girl revealed herself near Arthur. This made Alfred stop on his tracks with a shock expression on his face.