I failed at writing angst.

Japan looked up, tears running down his own cheeks. Scars marred his chest and back, half hidden by bandages. "What happened?" The American walked slowly towards the Japanese male, who slid back until his back hit the wall of his room. He seemed to be scared. Very scared. Kiku sniffled, meeting Alfred's blue eyes.

"I... they're... bombing..." America dropped down to his knees in front of Japan. "Old scars... don't hurt... me..." He cried as he said that, bringing his hand up to wipe away his tears. He couldn't care less that the one who had done most of the bombings was seeing him cry. Pride had no place in his past or present anymore. Alfred looked down at the floor.

"Scars...?" Kiku nodded slightly and Alfred came closer. "From the bombings?" America lifted his hand up to wipe away a tear and Japan placed a hand on the American's hand, stopping him from doing so. "...I'm sorry, Kiku..."

"Sorry... so many of my people died... sorry does not cut it anymore..." A tear ran down Alfred's cheek as he looked away from Kiku. "I... I cannot..." The Japanese male wiped at his tears hurriedly, not looking at Alfred. "Bad apology... Alfred..."

"I'm sorry that so many of your people died. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry I caused you fear. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know I can't undo what my boss made me do, but I can always t-try to help you, Kiku..." America was full out crying now, tears running down his cheeks and dotting his jacket. "Y-You... me... I'm so sorry... I-I..." Kiku put his finger to Alfred's lips, shutting him up.

"The past is the past, we cannot change it. The future, however, can be. Don't let yourself be fooled into thinking it is okay for you to bomb other countries. Think of them as family."