Requested by hetaliafangirl465

Sequel to "If Only... (Amipan)"

When you see something typed like "This", it means that Japan is speaking in his native tongue of Japanese (which I am too lazy to translate)

Narrator's POV

'... Am I... dead?'  Japan thought to himself as he lay darkness, feeling nothing around him.

'... Perhaps I am a ghost then?'  He thought, trying to move his arm, only to feel excruciating pain rip through him, making his whole body spasm, the pain crashing down on him from everywhere.

Japan tried to calm his breathing but his heart wouldn't slow down, his twitching wouldn't stop, and the feeling of hands all over his body wouldn't go away.

Suddenly, sound came to Japan's ears; the screams of his people, the shouts of soldiers, guns being fired, flesh being torn apart and burned; a picture of Hell itself was painted in Japan's mind.

'If this keeps up, I wirr go insane!'  Japan mentally screamed, tears running down his face as he tried to move his hands to his head, trying to cover his ears to block out the noise, but it felt as as though the hands were pulling his arms away, trying to force his curled body by into a straight position to suffer through the pain.

"No!"  Japan yelled in his native tongue, shaking his head from side to side.  "I wirr not torerate this pain any ronger!"

Japan felt himself fighting against the hands, batting them away even though he was blind.  Sounds rushed past him in a blur as a body seemed to collide into his, trying to hold him in place.

"No, no, no!  Ret me go!"  Japan yelled, trying to fight through the dizzying pain, feeling his body sway from overexertion.  Japan tried to calm his breathing only to fail, his hands falling down as the body held him, trying to prevent him from moving as his consciousness went in and out.

'I can't... I can not go on...'  Japan thought to himself, the thing that held him in place gently shifting him to lay down, though Japan was surprised to feel something attached to the hip of this thing.

'... A sword?'  Japan questioned, his left hand laying on the hilt.  Japan tightened his hand on the ever familiar hilt.

'My katana!'  Japan thought.  'If onry I courd get ahord of it,'  He thought, forcing himself to confront the pain in his body to pull the sword from the other being and do the only thing his pain-riddled mind could think of-

~Shift in Views~

America leaned forward in his seat, face in his hands as England paced the floor in front of him, Japan's katana attached to America's hip.

"How could your boss bloody drop not one but two bloody atomic bombs?"  England asked in an exasperated voice.

"I don't know,"  Alfred replied in a hoarse voice, exhausted from the horrors he had seen while he was in Japan.

"I know we're enemies at the moment with Japan but no bloody person deserves this level of damage."  England said worriedly, stopping his pacing to glance at a glass window.

Inside was the ICU unit rigged around the still unconscious and badly injured older nation.

Japan's entire body was covered in bandages, with tubes and wires all over his body, a breathing mask on his face giving him oxygen, while bags of IV fluid and blood were being given to him.  Even his eyes were covered in bandages due to the extensive damage.  The only real sign he was alive was the beeping of the heart monitor.

"God... he may just kick the bucket..."  England murmured, getting America to look up.

"You don't mean that."  America said, his voice filled with worry and anguish.  England glanced at the worn-out American and sighed.

"I don't know Alfred..."  He said.  "I've never seen a country take so much damage and survive."  He said, taking a seat beside America.  "Plus, I've been hearing things..."

"What things?"

"That the Japanese... that... culturally speaking, losing isn't an option."

"So?"  America asked.  England looked down, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes.

"America... To them, they can't lose, it's so dishonorable, that... that there is but one way to atone for it..."  He said, his eyes holding a dark glint in them.  America gulped, his chapped lips opening and closing.

"No... you don't mean..."

"I do,"  England said.  He turned slowly, his eyes meeting America's fearful eyes.  "They're killing themselves; men shooting themselves, women killing their children before disemboweling themselves.  At this rate there may not-"

England was cut off by the sound of the heart monitor going crazy, making both nations look to Japan, seeing his body convulsing as nurses and doctors rushed in, trying to keep him from reopening his wounds as he tried to curl up futilely into a ball, his screams seeming to echo through the hallway.

"Japan!"  America cried, running into the room, trying to hold the fighting nation down.  "You gotta calm down!"  He yelled, though Japan didn't hear him as he continued to yell both nonsense and words in his own native tongue.

"Hold him steady America!"  England yelled, getting America to tighten his grip.  England was quick to stab the pained nation with a sedative, plunging the syringe in before pulling away, all watching as the pained nation lost his ability to move, now slumped forward against America, murmurs and sobs of pain escaping his lips.

It was heartbreaking for all.

"America..."  England said softly.  "Just... just lay him down gently..."  He said.  America nodded, carefully trying to lay Japan down slowly, though with every slight movement the Japanese man's cries of pain came back in waves as his body trembled.

Just as America was about to put Japan down he heard something metallic.

"America get away!"  England cried, quickly pulling the surprised American back.

"Wha-?!"  America was cut off by the sight of something metallic gleaming; a blade.

Japan had managed to pull the katana from America's hip, now holding it his hands, somehow making it to his feet, holding the katana.

"Japan!  We're not going to h-"  America was cut off by a sight he feared;

Japan reversed his grip on the katana and with a quick, calculated slice, slashed his own throat before quickly plunging the sword into his stomach, the back splash of blood going everywhere.

"NO!"  America screamed, scrambling forward to try and cradle the other nation as the doctors were quick to approach, a nurse hurriedly pulling the sword out of the Japanese man.

"America we have to go!"  England yelled, trying to pull America away from Japan.  "There's nothing we can do!"

"No!  There has to be-"

Slap!

"Get a hold of yourself!"  England said, America still in shock from being slapped.  "What bloody good can you or I do now?!"  He yelled.  America looked down, his gaze going to his own bloody hands as the doctors and nurses pulled Japan's body away, taking him to the operating room.

"... It's my fault..."  America said, turning his head to look up at England like a lost child.  "I-if I had-"

"It's not your fault."  England said simply, kneeling down beside America to hug him.  "It was never your fault.  It's just human selfishness that is to blame."  He said.

"..."

"If humans didn't fight, then we wouldn't fight with each other, and Japan wouldn't be hurting like he is now.  So don't blame yourself America, I don't, and neither would Japan."  England said softly, striking a cord with America.

"... I... I..."

"I know,"  England said softly, letting the younger nation do something he hadn't done in a very long time; cry on his shoulder.

"WAH!"  America cried as the older nation held him.

"It's going to be okay America, it'll be okay,"  England said softly, trying to provide whatever comfort he could to the sobbing nation before him, even if it could very well end up being a lie.

For when a nation's people die out, then the nation has no choice but to die as well.

~Fin~