Unknown Connections from the Past | AU Countryhumans Fanfiction

《CHAPTER TWELVE》

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I have nothing.

I have nobody to call for help.

I have- I mean, I'm losing hope.

I think... Imperial Japan was right that we would fail again.

America was gone for weeks or maybe a month and his promise of going back here... was gone, I think.

I told Martial to go away... and that is what I regret now.

In the middle of the silence, I heard the metal bars open and somebody stepped in. I heard the person sobbing...

I sighed after realizing who this person was.

"Philip-  I'm sorry. I didn't mean this to happen- I mean, I tried to save you that time... but you didn't listen. You still did untie me from the rope," Japan paused and waited for my words... but I remained silent, "I know you're mad at me after I hid a secret about... being a sergeant... and about Germany, w-we had nothing. There's nothing between us. Believe me."

"I do believe you before. I trusted you... but not this time,"

She cried more.

"O-Okay... i-it's fine. I deserve it. Thank you for being a good friend to me. You said you won't trust me anymore... but I know to myself that the promise I made to you about being friends forever will remain a promise. F-Forgive me."

I took a minute before she left the room.

I felt nothing, after all. I'm empty. What would I feel anyway? Sad? I'm tired of it. Uh, panic? Nah. Happy? Seriously?

I just lay on the floor... and a tear just slid down from my eyes. I didn't mean to cry. I don't want to cry anymore.

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MAYDAY. Send help.

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"HMNGGHH!  AAARGH!!" I shrieked as I felt electricity climbs in my body. "STOP! PLEEASE!"

Finally, she turned off the electric chair. I was grasping for life right now. God, I'm back in this torture thing. Shit!

Imperial Japan went closer to me and leaned down.

"You're such a brave one. Among all of the Filipinos, you are the only one who never surrenders. What makes you brave, my dear?" She pointed her sword to me and I adjusted my head backwards.

"I know this isn't our end, Imperial Japan." I haven't pulled Martial Law out yet. Just you wait.

"Oh, you think?"

I groaned in pain once again as she punched my face so hard.

"Look, I think I hit a star. Let me have two more stars,"

Then she punched me on the same side twice.

I'm too weak to talk and say a word.

She giggled as she looked at me. "WHAT?! You won't fight me back?! I thought you were a prominent soldier! HAHAHAHA!" and she turned the electric chair on again.

I screamed so loud and convulsed violently.

She turned it off again.

I panted. I tried to breathe slower so I could breathe normally. I can feel my body trembling. I felt like I was not able to do anything now.

She untied my arm from the chair. I fell on the ground while my opposite arm was still tied on it.

I continued crying and begging for her to stop, like she would listen to me.

Imperial Japan ripped my shirt with her sword and removed it from me.

"You know what, seeing you crying and weak in front of me is like SEEING MILLIONS OF FILIPINOS BEGGING FOR ME. THIS IS A SWEET AND DELICIOUS VICTORY FOR MY EMPIRE!" She aimed her whip and threw her hand down with as much force as she could.

I released a loud cry from the burning pain. I began to breathe heavily and struggle on the floor. She threw her hand again and the whip landed on my back again. I can feel the bloody lines on my skin. Burning like hell.

The Japanese kept doing it over and over and over again like she wouldn't stop until I died. All I can do is cry, scream, and beg for mercy.

"Wanna give up now, kid?!"

I did not answer again and just continued sobbing.

"Don't worry. I won't finish your life in this dark room. The sea would."

"J-J-Just-   k-kill me-e..." that's all I can say from all the pain she did. I'm giving up now...

I-I can't take this anymore.

This is worse than what the Spanish Empire did to me... and that nightmare went back into my mind.

I kept... lying.

I pretended that I was brave enough to save my people. I acted like I could save them on my own, without my parents and Martial Law.

Without Martial Law, I am weak and so dependent. I cannot defend myself. I cannot fight for myself. I don't have strength. I AM WEAK.

What can a weak country like me do for its people? Can this weak country be like his father?

M-Martial... Martial, are you still there?