Hetalia Angst

The Bombings

Japan scoffed as he read the leaflet, clutching it in his hand, his knuckles turning white with anger. Was this some kind of joke? This was supposed to make him surrender? The letter read: "TO THE JAPANESE PEOPLE:

America asks that you take immediate heed of what we say on this leaflet. We are in possession of the most destructive explosive ever devised by man. A single one of our newly developed atomic bombs is actually the equivalent in explosive power to what 2000 of our giant B-29s can carry on a single mission. This awful fact is one for you to ponder and we solemnly assure you it is grimly accurate.

Before using this bomb to destroy every resource of the military by which they are prolonging this useless war, we ask that you now petition the Emperor to end the war. Our president has outlined for you the thirteen consequences of an honorable surrender. We urge that you accept these consequences and begin the work of building a new, better and peace-loving Japan. You should take steps now to cease military resistance. Otherwise, we shall resolutely employ this bomb and all our other superior weapons to promptly and forcefully end the war.

EVACUATE YOUR CITIES. ATTENTION JAPANESE PEOPLE. EVACUATE YOUR CITIES.

Because your military leaders have rejected the thirteen part surrender declaration, two momentous events have occurred in the last few days.

The Soviet Union, because of this rejection on the part of the military has notified your Ambassador Sato that it has declared war on your nation. Thus, all powerful countries of the world are now at war with you.

Also, because of your leaders' refusal to accept the surrender declaration that would enable Japan to honorably end this useless war, we have employed our atomic bomb.

EVACUATE YOUR CITIES."

Just reading it made him fume. He needed to talk to America about this. But for now, he was too tired. Covered in dried blood and wounds from the war, he was in no condition to confront anyone, and definitely not America.

A pain in his stomach stabbed through him, causing him to collapse on the spot. Bewildered, he clutched his chest and pulled his hand away to see his skin turning a pale white, then blossoming a fiery red. It spread at an alarming rate and burned like fire. A guttural scream ripped itself from his throat. He clawed at his throat and chest, trying to calm the pain. Anything to stop the pain. Warm liquid dripped down his arms, pooling at the floor. He couldn't think, couldn't see through his tears. He lay on the ground, willing the pain to stop. It was almost pathetic. He screamed until his voice was hoarse, he tried crawling, but that just reopened the wounds. He cried until he had nothing left. He stayed in that spot for god knows how long. It hurt. So much. America really did mean it. He would have laughed if he was not in such excruciating pain. 

A/N: Heyoo! It's me, the one who loves to torture your favorite characters. Tell me who's next, I guess I just like angsty fics. Alsoooo, I used the official leaflets that the United States used. ARE YA PROUD OF ME!? :D Anyways this probably sucks but oh well. I'M AWESOME.