The Crap Hetalia Book

Death Theories - Japan

I've just realised I've not done one of these in ages so will probably do quite a few now.

"Hey loser"

I tripped over my own feet in an attempt to get away, earning more laughs. I'd moved from Japan only a couple of years ago and... lets just say that the people here aren't as accepting as they say there are.

A girl with brown hair and smirking green eyes strides over and lifts me off the ground by my shirt collar. "Why don't you just go home?" she drops me back down, forcing my head into the ground and her friends laugh as they turn and leave.

Slowly, I get up and gather my stuff back together, refusing to glance back at them. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm never going to meet any of them again after I move back to Japan.

3 years later

My mother puts an arm round my shoulders and carefully steers me towards the living room. "Now Kiku, remember you have to go through with this or your father's business is on the line. It could all go down the drain, all be destroyed."

"I know" I whisper, glaring at the door in front of me. Stupid forced marriage. If father wasn't seen as a respectable person, I wouldn't have to go through with this. I didn't want to. Whoever was behind that door I would be with for my entire life. It freaked me out a little but I shook the feeling away and forced my legs to carry me to the door, forcing my arm to push it open. When it opens, I nearly back out again.

The girl with brown hair and green eyes sits on a cushion sipping tea. She looks up and the smirk reaches back into her eyes. I know she's not changed a bit from when we were at school She's not changed one bit. She's still the horrible, spiteful bitch she was and always will be.

I swallow and nod at her family before carefully seating myself across from her, not meeting her eyes, the eyes that haunted me throughout high school.

"This is Amelia" father says from next to me and I offer my hand, only just keeping myself from screaming at him that I know who it is. Amelia takes my hand and shakes it, her nails digging into my skin so hard that when I take my hand back I see small droplets of blood.

She hasn't changed at all. I zoned out, pretending to concentrate. Her. Out of all the people on the planet, it had to be her. I guess it's kind of ironic the fact that she's come back to haunt me. I take a deep breath, about to go against everything but then slowly let it out. I can't go against this or father's business would be destroyed. I don't have the courage to anyway.

It takes seemingly hours before Amelia and her parents stand up and head to the door. I yank myself upwards and stumble towards the door to let them out. The last thing I see before I close the door behind them is Amelia's smirking face.

I can't do this.

I can't go through with this.

"I... I'm going to go upstairs" I mumble as my parents head back down the hall. "I'm exhausted."

"Of course" mother smiles warmly and father beams at me.

"I'm proud of you" he says. If only he knew.

I fake a smile and walk upstairs into my room where I close the door behind me. Shaking, I walk towards my wardrobe and ease open the doors, rifling through the clothes until I find what I'm looking for. I pick up my katana and unsheathe it, staring intently at the blade, at my own reflection that stares depressed out at me.

Am I really going through with this?

I sit in the middle of the floor without even writing a note and hold the katana vertical to me, angled slightly towards my chest. What am I doing? It can't be this bad really can it? I sigh and go to lower it. This is stupid. I'm weak. I can't cope with something like this?

'Loser'

Years flash through my mind at once. Years of her taunting and teasing. And I've got to spend the rest of my life with her? I slam the katana down hard before I have a second to think about it.

Pain floods through my body and it's all I can do not to cry out. I bite my lip and plunge the katana deeper into my stomach before ripping it out and watching as the blood spills over the floor, staining my shirt crimson. Was it really necessary? No going back now.

I smile weakly at the mess and shakily lift a hand to my mouth, wiping off a drop of blood that escaped my lips. My vision goes funny around the edges and I lift my head to stare at the ceiling. "Goodbye Amelia."

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I wake up in a forest. Huge bamboo shoots lie everywhere, blocking anything from my sight. "Where?" I stand up, expecting to be a few feet off the floor but hardly leave it. "What?" I know I'm meant to be taller, definitely not this short, but I can't quite remember how tall. In fact, I can't remember anything.

'Japan'

I whip round, expecting to find someone else but seeing no one. The voice sounds again and this time, I realise it's in my head. Why should Japan have anything to do with me?

I shrug and wander forwards through the bamboo, thinking. I had to have gotten here somehow, and there had to be someone around somewhere so... all I had to do was find someone who could help me right?

I get to the edge of the bamboo and stop, glancing around. I'm in a clearing of some kind in a forest with a small patch of light shining down a few feet in front of me. As I'm staring around the clearing, a man in a green top with long hair in a ponytail appears. He blinks and comes over, bending down to my height.

"You must be a new country" he says. "You're so little. It must have been tough on you being born in a place like this." He stands up again and grins. "You can call me China."

"Konichiwa China where the sun sets. I am Japan where the sun rises" I nearly clamp a hand over my mouth. I hadn't meant to say that. Not really.

"Well that wasn't very nice" China says.

I glance down but remain expressionless.