Insensitive Brother

The Switch

Yao apparently did not desire to believe into this reality, and despite the fact his tensions and muscles felt all sick and weakened, he still could not force himself out of this 'dream', which to his so unfortunate, is reality. The knife's edge seemed so sharp, along with the piercing silence in the room that sent the echoes of the dashing metal to fill up his ears, quick tears perked up on the corners of his eyes as they closed shut, letting out a small yelp at the same time as he tried to prevent himself from screaming..

'What happened to me?.. I used to be a strong nation, I used to be the greatest fighter.. When did I become to breakable?' Such a thought ran through the male's mind, and as the blade remained about a few inches away from his face, a sudden block prevented it's way to the Chinese male's face.

That sound of slamming metals, the sound of fighting irons as they pierced against each other competing for dominance. The same sound that roamed the area at the Japanese independence war, the same sword and katana that sliced through the male's muscles, the same weapon that cut through the Chinese man's soul, is now at the moment standing right front of his face defensively. Yao's eyes creaked open to stare at the gripping hands front of him, his gaze traveled along the holder's arms until he spotted the unexpected saviour, Kiku. The American's lips twisted into a smirk as he took a step back and stared at the blade that's placed into his palm, he gave the base a tight squeeze and glanced at the black haired male across, "eeeh? so you're here finally?" He narrowed his brow and threw the knife up into the air, Kiku remained calm about it as his eyes refused to break contact with Alfred's, his brows furrowed frustratedly. As for Yao, his gaze followed the flopping knife as it flipped freely into the air, turned and spun into circles as it began falling back down, as much as there was a risk that Alfred would actually hold the wrong side of the knife, he still manage to capture the weapon properly between his gloved index and middle finger. As the room dropped into deep silence once again, a low chuckle escaped the american's mouth as he took a step closer, "this wasn't along the plan, America-San" Japan stated as he took a defensive position, holding the katana front of him ready for any rapid movement. "Plan?.." Yao whimpered as he rose up to his knees behind the Japanese male, his mind was all into twists, what was actually going on? Why is Kiku here? What happened to Alfred? What plan?. Though neither of these puzzles got an answer yet. The blonde male laughed as he crossed his arms and leant his shoulder to the nearby wall "dear Kiku~ I decided to change my mind~ I'm having it my way" the smirk grew wider within his words, "after all, a hero doesn't always need a sidekick right?" He winked at the Japanese male who maintained his expression as it is. "America-San what happened to you?", "me? What happened to me? HAH! I snapped! I can't wait anymore!" With that the male began laughing loudly as his eyes widen at the same time, his gaze never left both other males. Japan looked back at the Chinese man and quickly yelled "run!" Yet before he could return his gaze back to it's place, he felt a sharp pain trail up his arm, shoulder, and slide all across his body spreading from his spine, the knife the American had had earlier into his hand was now pinned deep into Kiku's arm just above the elbow, and what's even worse? Alfred pulled the knife out and shoved it back into his arm into another region that can be told below his elbow now. The blood began showering down into waterfalls giving the Japanese male's arm a new paint of red as a skin instead of his usual clear one.

"KIKU!" Yao breathed out loudly into a gasp, the fear no longer had any control over him, yet what showered his mind was all anger and the lust of revenge, and even before the Chinese could notice it, he dashed towards both males, jumped to balance himself onto his arms and swung his leg towards the american's head, hitting him the hardest he could and with full force, sending him to fly about seven steps backwards. Alfred stumbling upon his own steps he dropped backwards and closed his eyes tightly out of shock, yet what he didn't know was that after that closing, he didn't manage to open them back up. Or to say in other words he'd lost his consciousness, and the last thing he managed to hear was a loud crash onto the ground.