𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔍𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 - Countryhumans.

8. 𝔘𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔅𝔢𝔦𝔧𝔦𝔫𝔤

Beijing, or as it's now known as Pekin by the Japanese, has fallen under Japanese control. For the second time. This time, there was no honorable battle to the bitter end. There was no outcry for a national war of Rejuvenation against Japan. This time, Beijing fell on it's own. Fengtian took what little honor he had remaining and just... gave it to the Japanese without a fight. It was futile anyways. At least in Fengtians eyes it was futile to fight back anyways. He opened his eyes, the sun just beginning to rise. "Good morning. Kohai." Japan teasingly woke up him. Right, he was here too. "Hmm." Fengtian hummed, not bothering to entertain the Japanese. The cart made it's way from the rurality to the bustling streets of Pekin. "Beautiful, Isn't it?" Japan asked, as he leaned back on the cart chair. "What is?" Fengtian asked, not interested. "Why, the city of Pekin ofcourse!" Japan replied.

"It's Beijing." Fengtian groaned. "Or Peking, If you want to use the romanized name." Fengtian tried explaining. "Don't be silly, Kohai." Japan chuckled. "This city is as Japanese as Tokyo now, you know?" Japan explained. "I still own it." Fengtian argued. "But I own you, don't I, Kohai?" Japan cheerfully responded... well, Fengtian wasn't gonna argue with that. Fengtian didn't respond, not wanting to fuel Japan's playful demeanor any further. He closed his eyes, hoping to doze off for a few minutes, but the bumpy terrain of the wagon made it nearly impossible. Japan, though, seemed to be wide awake, his energetic self in full display. He leaned forward, his eyes scanning the streets and buildings as they passed them by. "Are you excited to see your new home?" he asked with a smirk, a hint of mockery behind his tone. Fengtian didn't dignify his question with an answer.

"Mhm, I see, not gonna respond, huh?" Japan spoke, leaning back again. "Welp, do as you please! It's not like staying silent is gonna change anything." Japan paused. "Honestly I was expecting you to fight b-" "Can you shut the hell up?" Fengtian asked, just wanting a moment of peace. "Now now, Kohai, no one likes a sore loser, now do they?" Japan playfully asked. Fengtian gritted his teeth, feeling his irritation rising with every word coming out of Japan's mouth. "I'm not a sore loser," he retorted, his voice cool but laced with annoyance. "I just know when a battle is meaningless." Japan chuckled, his smirk growing wider. "Ah, you're learning. Good boy." He gave a playful pat on Fengtian's head, as if he were a pet.