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China’s brother — Japan, hasn’t been to the last three world meetings. He’s gotten quite worried… he asked Italy and Germany about him, but they haven’t been to see him and they still don’t have the time either. He’s asked countless countries if they’ve seen his brother, but most never got the time to check in. China would go check on the boy himself, but Japan has never liked him, so he’s tried his best to avoid visiting the country.
But, since no one has the time to check in, and the ones who do aren’t close enough with the Japanese, he’s resorted to visiting, even though Japan would rather have a donkey kick him then see his face. China walked on the concrete holding a piece of paper tightly, as he glanced down at it, then back up. Italy gave him Japan's address so he actually knew which house to check in on. He continued to walk down with a lazy expression, before finally spotting the quiet country’s house.
It looked very…Japan, however you could describe that. It looked like a traditional Japanese house, and honestly, China liked the look. There were even Sakura blossoms surrounding the lot, a small fence, bushes and more. China wouldn’t mind letting Japan decorate his house if he had this good of taste. He would start to approach the house, stopping right before entering the gate. Was he sure he needed to do this?
He really wanted to, but he was worried he was going to upset Japan and worsen their brotherhood even more than he already has. The Chinese deeply values Japan, and would rather not worsen their already weak relationship. China stood there for a few minutes, thoughts and worries swirling inside his head like a storm, a storm that wouldn’t seem to pass, but eventually the sky began to clear up. He should go inside, after all, Japan hasn’t been to the last 3 world meetings…that’s 3 months without anyone seeing the quiet Japanese.
Even if Japan was alright, he would at least tell Italy and Germany — he was so close with the two…sometimes he suspected they were all together. Either way, something must have happened, and China had nothing but a bad feeling about this. Finally, he hesitantly opened the gate and stepped foot on his grass, shutting the gate behind him. China would walk slowly to the front door, glancing around like something was about to ambush him.
In order to stall, he stopped to look at his porch. It had one chair, a rocking chair where a cat laid. China would walk up and give the cute cat a head scratch, but it immediately clawed him. China jerked back, before whisper-yelling at the cat — but it was only a weak “Aru!” What a rude Japanese bobcat. After a second of just staring at the chair where the cat sat, his gaze flicked over to the Japanese’s door once again. He hesitantly look a step forward and knocked softly.
He would knock again. One more time. No answer. He hoped Japan would open the door for him, but he seemed to be asleep or something of the sort. He hoped he was alright. He wished he didn’t have to use the key Italy gave him, but Japan didn’t answer, so this was on him. He would put the key in the lock, turning the key. The lock clicked open, so he hesitantly opened the door to Japan’s house.
The moment he stepped inside he got this chill…this horrible feeling, like he should rush to Japan’s room immediately. Before that, he would look around the living room. Japan’s house was quite small, but he wasn’t going to judge that. Japan could live how he pleases, after all, China barely talks to the man, so not like Japan would make his house to China’s liking. A small coffee table was in front of his small couch, a single cup of cold coffee sat there. It seemed to be old — if China knew Japan well enough, he knew that Japan would not let that slide…maybe he just slept in.
Either way, not something to over think about. China looked down the dark hallway, which led to Japan's room. It seemed…eerie. Like something had died down there — that’s now how he remembered Japan’s house feeling like. When he last visited Japan’s old house, it felt warm and welcoming. This was far from warm and welcoming. A chill ran down the man’s spine when he glanced back down the hall. That was the way to Japan’s room, so he would have to go down it.
Not like he was scared or anything, but he would rather not go down the dark hallway. But he will, for Japan. For Kiku. He started walking down the hall — slowly. There was nothing on the ground, but he couldn’t help but walk carefully, the floor boards might squeak. Japan's room was straight ahead, so he would have to go down the hallway. The whole hall. It was small, so China was alright — just a little uneasy. Once he reached Japan’s sliding door, he knocked softly, hesitantly speaking up.
“Japan…? It’s me, China, aru.” He muttered quietly, gulping. He hoped he wasn’t going to upset Japan. “I’m here to check on you.” China fidgeted as he stared at the door, awaiting a response. After waiting for a few seconds, he heard nothing, not even clothes shuffling or bed sheets being lifted up. Japan must not be in his room… But China couldn’t help but check.
His hand would rest on the doorknob. He really didn’t want to barge in, that would be invading Japan's privacy. But, he really had no choice… He gently opened the door. What China saw there — hanging from the ceiling horrified him. He felt so sick — he wanted to throw up.
He would just stare in pure horror at Japan's dead body hanging from the ceiling by a rope, hanging from the ceiling by a rope from his neck.
Japan killed himself. Japan…killed himself.
China didn’t know what to do, all he COULD do was stand there and helplessly stare at the body. Why didn’t Japan tell anyone he was struggling, tell Italy or Germany. Even England! China felt utterly horrible, utterly pathetic, utterly useless. He wished he could just rewind time and warn the others of what was going to happen to Japan— maybe he could have gotten some help, maybe he could have survived. China really didn’t want to believe this, and didn't want to tell the others of his finding.
After 10 minutes, he eventually calmed down — even if it were just a little. His eyes would scan over Japan's hanging body, over Japan's room. Japan was wearing some shorts and a short sleeved shirt, which displayed scars. Self harm scars. Several covered his legs and a few on his arms. Some were scars, some were just scabs, some were clearly new. China felt so…so…horrible.
He…he should tell the others, right? But…countries can’t die! They’re incapable of dying! This must be a cruel prank! He couldn't believe he actually thought Japan was dead…! How funny…
He decided to walk over to the kitchen and make a cup of tea.