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We Surrender

Context: It's 1945. The second atomic bomb falls down on the Japanese Empire but she refuses to surrender.

Some of this chapter was inspired by the video above.

Japanese Empire's POV

Pain. That's all I feel. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just pain. Everywhere.

I'm laying face down on the ground. Time seems to slow down as I pick my head up and watch as the giant yellow cloud comes racing towards me. Then everything goes black.

Cough. I'm... alive? Cough, cough. The ringing in my ears is unbearable. I roll over to face the not-so blue sky. The sun is completely blocked out from the dust. Cough. I grunt as I turn to the side to look at the city. It's not there anymore. Just rubble and debris. Just the broken bits of the city.

I hear footsteps. They get louder, squeaking in the dirt. Then I notice who it is.

I try to recollect myself and stand up but I just fall onto my knees the second I try. "Checkmate," the man says.

My eyes start to tear up. It stings with the amount of dust in my eyes and as the man approaches me I find myself saying the one thing I thought I would never say.

"I'm sorry..." I look at the floor but in my peripheral vision I can still see the man. He takes off his sunglasses and holds them by his side. He stares down at me in disgust.

"Are you sorry?" he asks. Confused, I look up at him like a child. "You caused this."

Now I know what he's getting at. We were in this exact same situation in Hawaii. Except in Hawaii the roles were reversed. I was the one making America beg for mercy. I held the katana up to his neck. I didn't spare him then. Why would he spare me now?

Then it hits me. My katana. I still have it. I can just kill him now. But something in my brain prevents me from doing so. As I pull my katana out from my belt, America doesn't flinch at all. He just stands there, looking down at my face, probably thinking about how hopeless I am. But he's right. I am hopeless.

Nothing is stopping me from killing him. But nothing is preventing me from killing myself either. As I turn my katana around to face my chest, I choke out a few tears. My last tears.

I sink down onto my feet, realizing what I had just done. I have no regrets.

"No! ママ (Mama)!"

As I collapse back onto the ground, the last thing I hear before passing out is my daughter's quick footsteps. I feel her lean against me, tears landing on my chest.

"We surrender, we surrender..."

Then black.

Japan's POV

I stare in complete horror at my mother's lifeless body. No. Please no. Don't leave. There's no use is begging. She's already gone. I should have expected this, really. Her friends were killed in this stupid war. It was only a matter of time before she fell. But why here? Why now? Like this?

     I lay my tear stained face on my mother's unmoving chest and whimper. I slowly remove her green hat to reveal her cat ears. She had ears like me but she never wanted to show them. She said it made her look fragile.

     I hold the hat close to my body and cry. My tears land on the hat, soaking it. My mother's body and clothes start to disappear, including her hat. I stare down at my dirty hands and bring them to my eyes, trying to stop them from crying. It's no use. It's all over.

I hear feet crunching behind me and my head turns around quickly. I know who he is. Everybody knows who he is by now. It's the United States of America. He's known for pulling stunts like this, isn't he?

My body shakes as I look up at his sad face. "A-Are you going to hurt me?" I manage to stutter. America's face becomes even more sad as he looks down at me in pity. "If you're going to kill me, just do it already."

I look into his eyes. They aren't hungry for blood. He doesn't look like he wants to kill me. He slips his sunglasses back onto his face. Then he kneels down so he's my height.

"What is your name?" he asks softly, completely ignoring my previous question. Why does he want my name?

"J-Japan." I grab onto my ears and attempt to perk them up again but they just flop down onto my face in sorrow.

"Japan, It's not so safe here anymore," America says sweetly as if nothing ever happened. He sticks out his hand. "Come. We need to get out of here."

"No!" I flinch backwards. "I want to stay! I'm not going anywhere!"

America sighs. "My friends and I are waiting for you. They're expecting you. If I go back without you, they'll think you're dead." He laughs slightly. My ears perk up again. "Then no one will run your mom's country."

I'm going to run my mom's country? Wait... no one told me this! "I can't run a whole country by myself," I say.

"Yes you can," America contradicts. "We're gonna back sure of that." I stand up off the dry ground and brush some dirt off of my clothing. "Only if you come with me."

I stare at him. There's nothing left for me here, anyway. I have nothing to lose. I grab his hand.

Thanks so much PeachDraws for finding the inspiration for this video!!!

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