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Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Yao dragged a hand through his rumpled hair, sighing loudly as he listened to the annoying sound of the heart monitor. Well…maybe it was okay, since it was the only way that he knew that Kiku was still alive.
Yes, sitting in front of him was his little brother. Kiku. Japan.
In the hospital for a stupid mistake.
Honestly, Yao didn't blame Alfred, especially after seeing how guilty he looked after sending out the atomic bombs. It was obvious that the big nation hadn't wanted to hurt his Asian friend, but with his country screaming for Japan's blood it had been inevitable: there would be retaliation. Yao had known the day it happened; just seeing Alfred come in with his bloodshot eyes was enough to let him know. Suddenly he felt a flare of anger; America had no right to bomb his little brother! Curse him! Kill him! Then, the anger drained out of him, leaving him feeling slightly exhausted, and he slumped into his chair, watching Kiku with baggy eyes. He couldn't blame Alfred; he just wanted to end the war, and the only way was to beat Kiku down. However, he felt that Alfred had gone overboard, but that was the American's style.
Japan should've known not to press America; when put in a corner, he followed his instincts and lashed out, and America lashing out was especially dangerous, as the boy had freakish strength. Yao sighed again. Yes, America had lashed out, and had hurt Japan badly in the process. If only there wasn't a war going on. If only they could go back to the days where Japan would smile up at him and take his hand, and they would go walking in the bamboo forest without a care in the world. If only, if only…
Japan stirred quietly, letting out a soft moan, and Yao immediately leapt forward and grasped the injured boy's pale hand. "Japan?" He asked quietly.
The boy opened his dark eyes, letting them travel aimlessly before landing on his extremely worried brother. "China…?" He murmured, squinting as though he couldn't quite believe his eyes. "Wha…What happened?"
"Two nuclear strikes, in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, aru. America." China explained breathlessly, watching his brother's eyes wander around the room again.
"How…long?" Japan winced slightly as he tried to sit up, but China immediately pressed a hand to his chest and forced him back down. "Two months." Was the quick reply.
Japan's eyes widened, looking alarmed. "How bad? Tell me how bad!"
China looked away, avoiding Japan's piercing gaze. "Over 100,000 in Hiroshima and over 60,000 in Nagasaki, aru." He decided not to mention what the radiation was doing to people. As he stared at Japan's lost look, China cleared his throat. "You, uh…surrendered, aru. No more pain, Japan, aru. You're free."
Japan stared blankly ahead, obviously unsure what to say…or even think. Though Japan had never been the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, it was easy to tell what he was thinking: confusion, hopelessness, betrayal, anger, understanding, and then just plain weariness. Again, China felt another flare of anger at America for making his little brother like this. He had no right! No right at all to just bomb him and—but no, Yao felt the anger drain out again. America just wanted the war over as much as he did, which made him reckless.
"I…see." The boy spoke so softly that Yao had to lean in just to hear him. "Have…Italy and…Germany…stopped in?"
China felt relieved that he could finally share some good news. "Oh, yes! Italy stops in every day, and Germany gets in when he can, aru. See? All those cards are from him. He wouldn't stop worrying about you, aru." He continued babbling, feeling pleased with the thought he was cheering Japan up. "The flowers are from Taiwan, and all the hats are from Vietnam, aru. Korea dropped in with the free…kimchi… coupons…and all the stuffed animals are from America! He also said that when you got better he was going to give you so much ice cream your brain would turn into a brainsickle, aru (what a freak!). I brought in the balloons, aru. Aren't they nice? I think they really brighten up the place, aru. I mean, it's so boring and white…" China trailed off when he realized that Japan wasn't paying attention. "Er…Japan? You don't like the balloons? No, I'll bet it's America's damned stuffed animals, aru. I'll send them back to that asshole as soon as I can…" Again, China trailed off when he noticed Japan shaking…as though he was crying.
"J-Japan! I'm so sorry, I never should've let America in here, especially after what he did, aru! Look, I know that his ice cream is a scary thought, but you can always refuse it, aru! Please don't cry…"
Japan pressed a hand to his face, trying to hide his tears. "I…apologize. P-Please excuse me for a moment, I…"
And China knew he'd never have been able to resist it when he reached over and pulled Japan into a tight, almost desperate hug. He pressed Japan's wet, teary face to his shoulder, wrapping his arms gently around the poor, injured boy. Japan was, after all, just a boy. "Don't hold it in, Japan. Let it out."
Japan froze, teary black eyes peeking out from behind China's thin, bony shoulder, before he slowly relaxed into his brother's arms and just started to sob.
"Sh, sh." China murmured, stroking Japan's hair and planting a soft, gentle kiss on his brother's forehead as he cried. "I won't let anyone hurt you, ever again."
D'aw… fluff 3! Anyway, this is a request from cross-over-lover! (No, loyal reviewer! It would not be too much to ask to do a Japan/China fluff after the bombing in WW2!) Oh, and if any of this is wrong or anything, don't blame me. I'm not a history buff. Well, maybe I am, but...
I didn't really focus on the fluff, since I'm horrible at writing that sort of thing. I hope this is considered fluff…^^'.
Thanks!
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