Mengjiangs boots sharply clicked the ground, he paced around anxiously, biting his lower lip. What was taking him so long?
He leaned his head against the oak office door; to which he was met with incoherent words. It only added to his increasing anxiety.
He finally decided to give up, taking a seat on one of the velvet leather cushions lined up against the marble wall.
He hunched over, binding his fingers together. His friend; Manchukuo, had been called to their Emperor; JE's office.
It was never a good thing, and he feared for Manchukuo safety; given he always worried for Manchukuos safety. He always thought of Manchukuo as his little brother, and he loved him as such. Though Manchukuo was always too forgiven, too easily taken advantage of; in a world of constant fear and uncertainty, there is no room for such weakness.
So it was up to Mengjiang to take up job as "older brother" to Manchukuo. Though Mengjiang didn't mind it, they had been friends for.. 12, 13 years? They've had their ups and downs, their arguments and their mischief. But ultimately at the end of the day, they were brothers not bounded by blood.
Finally, Mengjiangs head shot up as he heard the creaking of the office door, followed by the shadow of Manchukuo.
Manchukuo swiftly shut the door to the office as quietly as he could, his eyes were puffy, his nose red.
Mengjiang darted up, rushing over to Manchukuo with worried eyes. "What happened?" Mengjiang inquired, grasping Manchukuos right wrist in hopes of answers.
Manchukuo shook his head, brushing the shorter one's hand off gently.
"The Emperor, he..." Manchukuo bit his tongue, pausing as he finally looked at Mengjiang. "I-I.." He stuttered, running his hand through his messy hair.
"Nevermind."
Mengjiang huffed, annoyed that he hadn't gotten any answers from Manchukuo, though he wasn't going to push him any further, he'd probably open up tomorrow.
Manchukuo shuddered, suppressing a cry as he wrapped his arms around himself.
That was when Mengjiang peered beneath his scarf; to Manchukuos neck, did he see a blue-appearing bruise.
It did not take Mengjiang long to piece together what happened.
Manchukuo seemed to notice where Mengjiang had looked, had he looked down in shame. "Is it that obvious?" He nudged the black scarf around his neck more up, in order to conceal the markings.
Mengjiang didn't reply, he didn't want to add on to Manchukuos pain.
Mengjiang balled his fist up, a fury growing in his heart. He hated the Emperor truthfully, he was a horny, cruel bastard. What had Manchukuo even done to deserve such treatment?
"I'm sorry.." Mengjiang apologized for who-knows-what, sincerely.
Manchukuo muttered a smile, "It's fine, we need to get back to work."
Mengjiangs eyes furrowed in disbelief. "You just got raped, and you wan't to get back to work..?" He questioned.
"Look, I only do what our Emperor demands without question. We must oblige, Mengjiang, or.." Manchukuos eyes suddenly wandered off, peering his head behind Mengjiang. Mengjiang turned around to see what he was looking at; and that is until Mengjiang began to hear footsteps did he go dead quiet.
Finally, they saw a rather tall, feminine figure appear. She had a sour expression, round glasses bore on the bridge of her nose, she was rather thin, and she held her hair in a low bun. It was the Emperor's real wife, Thailand, the Empress.
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Brother In Arms || Countryhumans Alternate History ||
Historical Fiction"Ah, Manchukuo, Mengjiang, two of the Empires most prized trophies, yes? Now tell me, Mengjiang, how often do you lose a game of Heads or Tails?"
