The day Japan went crazy

“Japan, dude, can you get China to drop all the money that I owe him? He likes you.”

First it was his family, now America. Japan was sick of people using him, and treating him like an animal. He picked up his Katana.

“No, America I cannot help you.” He dug the sword into the American’s chest. “What good what it do to give a corpse money?”

Russia, who happened to be watching, ran to China’s house as fast as he could. The Chinese man protected him when the Mongols attacked, and now it was his turn to protect the older man.

The door of China’s house was locked, so Russia broke it down with his shoulder.

“China!” He screamed. “Japan is gone crazy; he’s going to kill you!”

 China grabbed the Russians arm. “Calm down, aru. I’ll go make you some tea, just sit down on the couch. I’ll deal with Japan if he comes here.”

Russia was never sure how China could stay calm almost every moment of his life. Even when the Russian was being chased by his little sister, terrified out of his mind, the Chinese man would always sit him down, make some tea, and deal with the problem himself.

“The tea is done.” China handed a cup of green tea to the larger man. “I also made some rice balls. You would like some, aru?”

“Nyet.”

“Russia, are you feeling okay?” China laid his hand on the younger mans forehead. “You don’t seem to have a fever. Is this the Japan thing? It’s not real, aru. You probably just drank too much vodka.”

Suddenly Japan entered though what once was a door. He was covered in blood, and held his sword out in front of him.

“America died at my hands, and after him, everyone else who used me died too.” He laughed. “Now it is your turn, nii-sama. Get ready to die!”

Japan ran in, ready to kill his brother, but Russia step in the way. He was quick enough to take the sword in the leg, instead of the chest. The pain was unbearable, and he fell to the ground with a groan.

Japan hovered over the injured Russian with his sword. “You shouldn’t have done that. I’m still gonna kill my brother, but you’re first.”

Russia closed his eyes, sure this was the end. Instead of the pain he anticipated, he heard the sound of a gunshot, followed by a body falling to the ground. He looked to see China standing in front of him, holding a gun.

China kneels down in front of Russia, examining his wound. “It’s really bad, you’ll need stitches. I’m going to call an ambulance. Just sit here and I’ll try to make you comfortable.”

“Nyet.”

“Can you walk then?”

“Nyet, it hurts too much.”

The Chinese man pulled out his phone, and called an ambulance. He then handed Russia a rag.

“Hold that to your leg until the paramedics get here.” He ran his fingers through the Russian man’s hair. “It’s gonna be okay, aru. Just try to relax.”

Later at the hospital, China sat on the edge of Russia’s bed. He held the Russian man’s hand.

“Does it bother you that you killed your bother, da?”

China stared at the ceiling for a while before looking back at Russia. “It doesn’t matter now, I have you.”