Hetalian Harbor

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  When Alfred arrived, he bust down Kiku's door. He got out a gun out of his jacket pocket.
  "Kiku! I have a surprise!" Alfred yelled. He was getting down to business, and he really meant it.
  Kiku was eating breakfast when he heard the American's voice. He spat it out quickly, springing up. Alfred had startled him.
  "A-Alfred! What brings you here?" Kiku asked.
  Alfred instantly fired two shots - one for Kiku's hand, another for Kiku's stomach.

  There is Little Boy.

  Alfred began to scream in anger, "Give it up, Kiku! Surrender now, or so help me Lord you'll regret ever living!"
  Kiku widened his eyes, falling to the ground instantly. Blood from his stomach was gushing out, staining his elegant white clothes.
  "Alfred, you've gone nuts! I'm never going to give him just because you want me to!" Kiku shouted in return, a slight laughter.
  Alfred pointed the gun at him once again, kicking the fallen Japanese man in the side.
  "Last chance, old man," Alfred said in a threatening way.
  "No! I said no, didn't I?" Kiku replied, beginning to cough out some blood.
  Alfred unhesitated at pulling the trigger. This time, he fired three times. Both legs to cripple, other hand, and for Kiku's right lung to increase the hacking of blood.
  "I warned you," Alfred said sternly as he kicked Kiku around.

  There is Fat Man.

  "I'll come back in a couple days. I expect an answer before then, Kiku."
  Alfred walk out of the house.

  A few days later had came, and he came back to Kiku. He knocked on Kiku's now fixed door.
  The crippled Japanese man answered.
  "Do you surrender?"
  Kiku looked down, take a breath.
  "..Yes. you destroyed nearly half of my country. I can't continue this, who know how powerful you'll become in the future with these bombs? So yes, I surrender."
  Alfred left Kiku with that, and went back home.