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A Tale of Resentment
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.:The Bombing After Effects:.
Japan lay in the rubble that was once a proud city of his land.
He didn't move. He didn't dare. Not with the the severe damage he felt; his fresh wounds seeped if not poured blood, staining the rubble below the old nation crimson. 'How ironic.' thought he, 'Red against white. The very color that waves on my flag; now paints me with it's fallen pride.'
There was movement. Not much, but it was coming closer, Japan wondered idly if he could even defend himself in his state. There was the sound of great blocks of destroyed cement being shifted and shoved, the noise becoming louder as little balls of the hardened mixture rolled away from their previous posts.
The rummaging stopped and a head of gold entered the old Japan's view. The nation tensed, waiting for an attack. After all that is what you did in war, no? Yet guns never pointed, fists never flew, but a large gloved hand rested gently against shoulder. Japan waited for something, a harsh comment, a cocky spittle, a mocking laugh, anything!
"Anata wa idō dekimasu ka?"
The Japanese was rough, like the speaker knew the language by heart, but hadn't uttered a word in years. But not only was it Japanese, what those words meant!
"Can you move?"
Each syllable spoken with genuine concern rather than gloating sarcasm. There was no, "You had it coming." or "You should have surrendered." It baffled Japan beyond reason and beyond response.
When America received silence, his eyes softened and with strong arms, gently gathered the nation in his arms. Japan struggled faintly, but America hushed the nation tenderly as though he were a frightened child.
"Sore wa daijōbudesu." He cooed, "Watashi wa anata o kizutsukeru koto wa arimasen. Watashi wa anata o tasuketai to omou."
The old nation relaxed in the gentle hold.
"It's alright." He had said, "I will not hurt you. I want to help you."
So Japan ceased his struggles, allowing himself to go limp in arms that he knew were more than sufficient in carrying him.
.:Reconstruction:.
It wasn't long until reconstruction began.
American soldiers -men who pointed guns at the not long before- were helping families recover what possessions survived the bombing, holding hands of children, and plastering the bricks of old and new buildings.
Japan watched as his people took the offered hands of the American people and finding the help they needed. He turned back to his own home, now rebuilt to it's former glory by the very hands that destroyed it. Those same hands scratched Pochi's ears as America played with the pup.
"Why are you helping us? You could have left us, you know."
A sigh escaped the blond's lips, "There's a reason I never wanted to get involved in European affairs. It's the same reason I fought for my independence all those years ago." Japan turned to his guest, the young nation's eyes held his own, the depth and color of a summer sky, "I never wanted to become like them. My people left Europe because they didn't either.
And just, letting you suffer, to leave you as just another victory in my wake. That would be stooping to their level...or at least, the level they're playing on." Pochi yipped and lept into the American's lap, wagging his tail happily. Japan smiled when the nation proceeded to dote on the fluffy canine. "I plan on taking charge from now on. Maybe then things like this won't happen anymore."
Japan's eyes softened, but he said nothing. America was still so young and his outlook was so dreadfully optimistic, but the jaded nation couldn't bring himself to shatter the boy's dreams. Especially since it was America helping him back on his feet. Instead he walked toward his guest, Pochi wagging his tail at the sight of his approaching master and licking his hand as it descended to scratch the dog's erect ears.
"Maybe."
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A/N: Heya! Guess who's back?
I've noticed a lot of stories based on America's guilt over the bombing, but never one that mentions the fact that America did in fact help Japan almost immediately after the bombing. Well at least one that wasn't a America X Japan shipping anyway...
I would also like to point out that I did not mean to bad mouth any Europeans. I love you guys ; 3 ;
And just so er'body knows, this is NOT Japame, Ameripan, whatever it's called!
I am continuing this story, but I will be jumping around time periods and what not. And if there will be any shippings at all, it will be USUK...probably some UKUS if I'm feeling up to it. Maybe some one-sided stuff, I dunno.
Expect to see some Cold War stuff, but do NOT expect RusAme! I feel the same way about RusAme as I do about FrUK. I hate it with a fiery passion that rivals the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. Yet not as much as I hate RusUK (is that even what it's called?) mostly because I see it and am like, "WHERE THE HECK DID YOU EVEN GET THAT?!"
Here's a fun fact (you guys probably aren't even reading this...OH WELL)
I don't mind different America pairings so much (except AmeCan. I'm sorry, but just, no.), but England pairings really infuriate me for some reason...(unless it's USUK/UKUS of course) I don't know why they just always have. Which is probably why I've taken to UKUS so much because America is the one usually sought after. I don't know if it's extreme national pride or some horrible desire to see England single unless it's with America (I'm really hoping it's not the last one, because I'm pretty sure I have nothing against England. That's counting the county and character by the way.)
Man, I really hate FrUK, yet I don't hate France. Granted, I don't want to be alone in the same room as him, but I don't think he's a bad guy...just grabby. ANYWAY! If you're still here.
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