A small collection of stories.

On The Edge (Japan and Russia)

((Finished. Contains Suicide talk, and some hints of RusMano and GiriPan.))

Russia sat at the top of a business complex. His legs were swinging over the edge. He looked down at the ground, many stories down, watching idly as cars passed by. 'This time.' Was the only thought he had. He pulled out his phone. He quickly texted everyone one word. 'Goodbye.' After all, it is rude to leave without saying goodbye.

Russia debated when he should go exactly. It was almost midnight. Should he jump then, or just now? He swung his legs carelessly. He would wait a bit. Maybe midnight could be special. He looked down. He felt his phone buzz as others who had gotten his message started to question. He didn't pick up his phone, no, he just sat there. He picked up his bottle of vodka that he had with him. He took a swing of it. He thought about throwing it over the edge. He almost did, but then remembered that it would cause attention to himself and it might hurt someone. He frowned. He was frowning before but now it was a scowl. Hurting people is why he was up here. He wanted to stop hurting others.

He had thrown a fit today in front of his sisters. He usually had them when he was alone. When any negative emotions just bursted out. He had thrown things. He got his older sister with a vase to her face when he was throwing things. The case cut her face, also giving her a black eye. His little sister had gotten a knife in the shoulder. He was in the kitchen then. The knife had gone through her shoulder and hit the wall behind her; pinning the girl down. That wasn't all. Still after that the two tried to stop him. He punched and kicked and screamed. His sisters ended up in the hospital. He started crying. He didn't want that to happen, not that time nor ever again. But he can't control the bursts, he has tried. He buried his face in his hands.

He looked back to the line of buildings across the street, a dull look in his eyes. He scanned the rooftops, seeing something he wasnt expecting to see exactly. He wasnt the only country up on the top. Across the street he could make out the small figure and white uniform of the representation of Japan. He took out his phone and called said man, listening to the ringing nervously. Across the street he saw the man on the ledge take out his phone and put it to his ear.

"Hello?" A voice answered the same time the man across the the way had ducked his head. "Why are you up there?" The Russian man asked, not lifting his stare from the man on the building. "What?" Japan answered, looking down from his spot to the ground, figuring the Russian man on the phone was on the ground. "Look across." Russia said, waving slightly as the Japanese man looked across. "Oh." Was the simple, surprised, response he got. The large man felt his phone buzz more as more texts flooded in. "Why are you up here?" He asked again. "Regrets and mistakes along with a huge lack of sleep." Japan said bluntly, rubbing his eyes. "I see." Russia responded, looking down. "I'm surprised I haven't fallen over. I'm so tired that I'm wobbling." Japan said, "why are you up here? So many care for you, like your sisters." Russia's breath hitched at the mention of his sisters. "What about you? You have a large family, they all care for you."

"Nah." Japan said simply, running a hand through his hair. "I've already pushed them away quite a bit. They hardly talk to me anymore. Besides," he looked to the ground, "I've been coming up here every night for about a week now, and they have never asked where I've been. Not like they would want to know." Japan looked back to the Russian. "But your family is still pretty close. You shouldn't be up here." It was the Russian's turn to look at the the far away ground. "I freaked out and hurt them today." He said softly. Japan took in a sharp breath, surprised. He regained composure. "I'm sure they can get over it, especially if it was a time when you freaked out, not a regular occurrence." Russia shook his head. "I don't want to be able to hurt them again. I don't want to be scary anymore. I'm tired of it!" He blurted out.

"Then stop being scary. Stop hurting people. There's people who know you aren't some blood thirsty cruel childish man. What about Romano? You have him. He cares about you and knows what you are really like." Japan said. "What about Greece? He cares about you a lot too-" Russia was cut off by Japan. "I yelled at him a few days ago. I was too tired to think straight. He got angry too, and we haven't spoken since." Japan looked to the ground, the Russian man watching. "I've seen so much- too much for anyone to see. When I do sleep now a days, I have dreams of dying. Many different ways- my friends, family, anyone killing me, stabbing myself, drowning, burning alive, being hanged, anything really." Japan said quietly. "I'm sure the dreams will stop." Russia said. "But that isn't what bothers me." Japan responded quickly. "The feeling of bliss I have is all too real. It feels amazing. I think-" he looked to Russia. "-it's a sign."

Russia shook his head. "No. Can't be." Japan spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't jump. You have your family, you can easily repair your mistake with Ukraine and Belarus. You can fix it, so don't go over." Japan wobbled a bit, making Russia worried. "Japan you should really get down." Russia said. He could see Japan shake his head. "I really should, shouldn't I?" He said. Russia could hear the smile in Japan's voice. It felt so twisted, painful. "Japan, don't-" Russia started in a louder voice, but didn't know quite how to end it. It was as if he lost his voice. Japan stood up. "KIKU!" Russia yelled. The Japanese man looked down. "I've been up here a lot. Guess this is my final time. See you." He said, leaning forward. The Russian watched as the small man fell, down, down, down, reaching out for the man as if he could grab and save the man from his final choice.

The Russian on the ledge watched the unmoving Japanese laying on the ground as others gathered around him, screaming and yelling out for someone to call emergency. The line was dead on his phone- along with the man he was talking to, much to Russia's horror. He rushed away from the ledge. He ran down the stairs, and out to the street. He pushed aside the people who had gathered around the scene. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the man who was alive mere minutes ago. He was smiling a bit. The Russian felt like the air was forced out of him. 'This is what it's like,' he thought, 'to lose someone to suicide.' He fought for his breath as hot tears streamed down his face. He could hear the sirens in the distance. 'I'm never-' he wiped his eyes. 'Never going to make someone feel like this.'