Japan, usually a very peaceful country up until that day. That day that shook the world. Killing so many. The blood oh the blood what a waste of blood. No surrender, no mercy. Alone in his room, he wept. From his eyes came blood red rivers of pain torn from the bodies of the fallen. In his corner he huddeled trying to comfort his panicing mind. No use the tears just kept comeing. The screams the screams were the worst part. All the pain, the blood oh the blood. He finaly falls asleep just before dawn. The land of the rising sun weeps. He wakes a scream ripping through him. There is no love in those memories no trust in days long gone. He looks around and everything is fine, nohing has changed. Just a people bleeding on the rising sun.
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FanfictionI do take requests for random stories (shorts) or poems about any of the hetail characters, however i keep everything PG 13. So yueah!
