Checking on your health [Japan]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2015 23:28:21 GMT -5
He walked up to Alfred’s door in a brisk pace and knocked on it in quick succession. He did not expect Alfred to open the door. He had already spoken to him on the phone, and he apparently was in a meeting with the President this morning. He took no offense. The visit had been planned in haste, and he had not come to intrude on Alfred’s business affairs by forcing the boy to play host. Besides, Arthur visited the Washington, DC area enough that he did not need an escort.
When the door did not immediately open, he continued to knock in frustration. He knew of the circumstances between China and Japan. Everyone within the United Allegiance heard of the terrible actions implemented on their ally. If they had somehow missed Alfred’s outright rage, they certainly caught onto Arthur’s more than usual unpleasant mood. As expected, at the news of Kiku’s returned, he instantly made arrangements to visit. He hoped the man had not suffered to cruelly under his brother’s torment. He knew Yao well, and suspected the man did not turn to torture methods. It did not make the situation any easier. He wanted to look at Kiku and see for his own eyes that man was alright. They should have known this would happen. Arthur’s own tunnel vision had blinded him to the battles outside of Europe. Each inch Russia took only served to further distract him from his allies abroad. He should have supplied Kiku with men and weapons. He should have been there to fight by his side, yet his own selfishness had kept him away. Foolish! It had been foolish and short sighted! Words he usually only reserved for Alfred.
The door opened, and there stood Kiku, looking fairly healthy considering his past circumstances. “Oh, thank god,” he breathed out, taking him in quickly before leaning forward and hugging the man tightly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 14:16:59 GMT -5
Japan blamed no one for what had happened; not his allies, at the least. They were all embroiled on the European front and with the United States close to Russia too with its northernmost state, Japan held no grudge against them. Germany and the United Kingdom? Ludwig had been captured and Britain was the front. Russia had distracted all of them and none of them had believed China would such a thing. Even Japan. There were days where he still awoke to choking, agonizing pain in his heart, but it was no bullet. Panic? Perhaps. Heartbreak for sure. It would be a long time before he would heal, longer still he thought to ever forgive the nation he valued so highly, but who never saw it. Yet he wasn’t sure he’d ever understand how he could have attacked when Japan had come peacefully.
That Alfred and Arthur reacted so strongly soothed him, though. Over the years it was them and Germany who had become very close to the island nation. He regarded them with affection and respect. The former two had quickly welcomed back after he recovered from World War II and he could never feel he did enough to deserve their forgiveness.
Japan had been expecting the British nation’s visit, Alfred had told him of it and so when Kiku heard the knocking, he made his way to the front door as hastily as he could. And then he was being embraced.
Most of the time such abrupt actions made him blush and shocked him, but now he leaned into it. His own arms came around Arthur. “Asa-kun,” he whispered. “Gomen for worrying you so. I did a foolish thing.” Because he should have known China would do it. He should have, but he’d been blinded by feelings. As enraged as he was, he could stop the tears that gathered in his eyes and the pain as his heart pounded again. And yet amid all that was appreciation for Arthur checking on him. “Arigato, Asa-kun…for coming.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 0:24:26 GMT -5
Arthur had never been known as an overly affectionate person. His colonies grew to know a different man than the man other nations met. He coddled them, spoiled them with hugs and supportive pats, read stories, and kissed them goodnight after he tucked them in. To his allies, he could be abrasive, cold, and blunt, but underneath that hard shell laid a vulnerable and large heart attaching to those he cared for. The Japanese Empire had been a feared enemy during the Second World War. He’d seen darkness and hatred in Kiku’s eyes that had sent shivers down his spine, and yet he recognized it for his own face held a similar appearance when he had been an Empire himself. If he deserved forgiveness for his many years of torturing France and Spain, for the terrible war between Alfred and himself, he recognized others deserved the same. Through such forgiveness their friendship truly blossomed like a beautiful white rose that had been prevent before by harsh weeds.
He held him closely, breathing the man in and his familiar scent. It relaxed his usually tensed shoulders as his mind wrapped around the fact that Kiku was indeed safe. He pulled away, keeping a hold on his shoulders as his eyes read over his face. His heart twisted into an uncomfortable knot at the tone of his voice, and the worry he had felt during Kiku’s captured returned. “What the bloody hell were you thinking, Kiku!” he snapped, “The man might be your brother, but he is as ruthless as Ivan.” His own features twisted into his sharp anger. He wished the man would have discussed this nonsense plan with him before, he would have called it rubbish and told him against it. Instead, Kiku had placed himself in unnecessary danger.
He attempted to pull back his temper, at the man’s sweet words. He should know better than to scold, and pulled his hand away to rub it messily through his own hair. He let out a sigh. “I apologize that was quite rude,” he remarked, frustrated with himself, before his hand returned, rubbing up and down his arm as if checking for any obscurities. “You look well. Are you well?” he asked, bluntly, his eyes not on his face, rather searching his body for scars.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 21:39:13 GMT -5
There had once been a time that Japan’s boss had wished for him to make alliances with Russia instead of Great Britain. It would be more beneficial, but to see how England had reacted at that time had hurt Japan in a way he’d not felt in a long time before. Someone genuinely wanted to be his friend and of course England’s boss wished for the alliance, but it was Britain that had stolen him. Japan knew the huge heart that England hid behind his brash attitude. He knew he’d cared and so he’d made an alliance with Britain. He knew how much the nation cared for Alfred and what was more, he shared a history with Britain. They had once both been empires. Britain understood him in a way few did and for that he valued their friendship in a different way than he did others. Theirs was special for that connection. Beautiful for all the things they shared.
He remembered staring at the night with Arthur, meeting in the darkness. He breathed in the nation’s own scent, comforted by the scent of tobacco and his tea. He only tightened his grip slightly but if it brought him closer to the other than it was all that mattered. He felt the loss of contact, but did not comment and instead stared into his eyes. He knew what was coming. His face did not change when Arthur snarled at him. It was only after his outburst that Kiku averted his gaze. He let drop back to the floor. What had he been thinking? He knew why he’d not discussed it with Britain and it had nothing to do with thinking the nation would have stopped him. Still he felt guilty that he’d caused the nation an undue stress.
He was startled only slightly when Arthur searched his arm and with a glance he could see that he was searching to see if he’d attained any scars. Japan’s own hand lifted to his chest, the place where the scar he’d now carry from Yao sat. “You were not rude, Asa-kun. I worried you and did something reckless.”
His cheeks puffed out a moment before he squared his shoulders. “You and the other allies were busy on the European front, I did not want to burden you with a matter that was personal to me alone…At least I thought it was only my problem. I know now I was mistaken. I just…I did not wish to fight my family…I thought Yao would understand I came in peace and only wished to sign an Non-Aggression Pact with him.” He clasped his hands on the front of his shirt before parting it.
“I am fine and for my troubles, I suppose I am lucky this all I must carry,” he let his scar see the light. “I have a matching one on my back, but this is the exit wound and thus much bigger, but still small, right?” He smiled bright and painfully. “After all, the scar I left Yao with so long ago is much bigger than this.”
He would allow himself to cry before Arthur even as his hands shook as they continued to hold the shirt apart.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 20:50:22 GMT -5
Arthur did not make friends with ease. He held a natural suspicion of his fellow nations and suspected the worse from people. His friendship built from habit rather than active involvement. He had started to lean on Alfred in regards to friendship. The boy could make friends with Medusa if given the opportunity, and as Alfred became closer to Kiku, Arthur found himself doing so as well. The last world war had made Arthur cautious. Kiku had shown himself to be a merciless blood thirsty nation, but as he visited him more and more, he began to see another side. He could speak with Kiku in a way he could not speak to Alfred or Francis. For those two bloody idiots barely understood the English language. Kiku listened. He listened, and in return, Arthur listened as well, occasionally gaining those small sweet smiles. Kiku had become his friend, and now, they fought next to each other, not against.
He quieted himself as the shorter man spoke. An annoyed anger still lingered underneath his surface, but it was not at Kiku, rather the frustration with the situation in general. It only grew worse as he spoke of Yao and slowly revealed the scar on his chest. Arthur visibly winced at the sight. They all had their scars, but it did not make it any easier for a nation to bare one.
His hand almost reached out to touch it, but he thought better and went to cup his cheek with his hand instead. “I am glad he did not do worse,” he nodded and quickly brought his hand back, behind his back. He wanted to say more, to call him out on the foolishness of his decision, but he understood why Kiku went. Family held a powerful bond even during war, and it clouded judgement and reason.
He glanced around him for a moment, looking into Alfred’s home. “Alfred, has been taking care of you, correct? He’s always been an atrocious host,” he remarked, before his eyes landed back onto him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2015 18:23:53 GMT -5
Throughout the centuries, the two millenniums how much pain had all the nations caused one another? Japan was not young by any means, but his appearance was youthful because his people flourished, his technology was strong, and his influence large. That did not take away the memories of suffering, though. Radiation poisoning, fire, and blood. If he concentrated hard enough he could still imagine it on his skin, sliding down his blade. To look at England was to look at a man who had once been his enemy, a man who had no right to ever trust him again. No one had to mend their relationships with him. In the end, he did not regret that he’d caused a war. He did not regret that. He regretted the pain he’d caused for now he saw other ways to dominate, but he’d acted out of desperation then in the only way he’d known how. He’d been pushed down rudely, told what to do then, and he’d lashed out just as he’d been taught.
It had not been a shining moment, but if he could go back, he’d have done it again. It should have been a disquieting, thought, but now he could reflect on it with the future before him. He could be cruel, careless, and abysmally cold, but Kiku could also be warm. It was something he could see mirrored in the eyes of another who had once been an empire. So he listened, they bonded, and Kiku smiled because they were on the same side this time.
Kiku leaned into the warmth of Arthur’s hand which was all too soon gone. An audible sigh left his lips. “He did enough. And I love him, Arthur. My land breaths with his influence, his encouragement. He should know how much he has always meant to me. We’ve hurt one another and perhaps we are governed differently, but it doesn’t matter. How can I make him see it? He does not listen to me. He believes me lost, when I would run into his arms in a moment if only he asked, but I am not a young nation anymore. My people matured, they grew, learned were influenced by other cultures, including yours…but I am and will always be at my heart one of the Asians amongst my siblings.”
His own hand came to his scar. “I want peace. Harmony. My blood is Asian. His ears are deaf to me. I want Yao-kun back,” he whispered and his other hand raised to wipe away tears that clung to his cheeks and lashes. He once more turned his gaze away and when he lowered his hands, it was to grip them together in cover of his wide sleeves. They hurt where he clutched them so tight.
“He does his best, but his heart is quick to ignite,” he frowned. “I worry about him, Asa-kun. I have seen the hate in his eyes as he thinks of Yao. It is one thing to appreciate that he is angry at what happened, but I fear him. His rash ire is dangerous. I have the scars of it.”
As if sensing his gaze, Kiku turned and caught Arthur’s eyes. He stepped close to him. “Yao is mine to deal with. I will not deny support from my other allies, but I know Alfred. He is going to endanger this war if he is not brought to his senses. I will be formally joining with military into this fray now…However, Alfred…needs to calm. I fear this is my fault, though.”
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