83. Heal

83. Heal

"It... that... America... hurts..."

"I'm sorry it hurts,"

Japan shied away from the cotton ball of peroxide, tears of pain stinging the burns on his cheeks. After the bombings, Kiku basically became isolated once more. He did not let China come in to try to help, since he was once of the Allied Powers. It finally took Alfred to come over and literally barge in and see first hand what the bombings had done to the strong nation. It horrified beyond words.

Kiku's cheeks were burnt the least. His upper torso and arms were covered in wounds and burns both minor and major. Whenever he coughed, he coughed up blood. His lower torso and legs were mostly covered in cuts with a burn here and there. When Alfred burst in, the Japanese nation looked ready to collapse. He did, falling forwards in America's waiting arms.

America sighed. That had been a month or so ago. The burns and cuts on Japan's lower torso and legs were all healed, but the burns and wounds on his upper torst and cheeks were still healing, if not slowly. He had mostly stopped coughing up blood, unless a major fit of coughing wracked him dizzy. "C'mere, Kiku." The American slid closer to the Japanese male, holding a thick patch of bandages to tape to Kiku's cheeks.

After securing the bandages to the burns, Alfred rifled through the bag he had brought with him, pulling out a thick roll of white bandages. He pulled off Kiku's jacket (earning a pained whimper) and set to work swathing Kiku's burnt and wounded arms and chest in them.

It would be a long time before Japan fulled healed, and even then he would be different.