-Has a satisfied look on her face- Alright~! I'm done! Well with Part one anyway. So, this is going to be another 2-shot, maybe 3-shot. This is a continuation of Separation and Revenge. Kuro, if you'd please.
Kuro:-reading R-18 Doujins- Hm? Oh APH and all related characters belong to Hidekaz-Sama. The Idea/Concept belongs to Crystal. -Thinks- This story is also dedicated to Kiku 'Light' Honda, who helped her write this story. Happy early Christmas.
-Bows- Hope you like it Light! This story is rated T for Dark Japan's mouth and Incestual scenes. One-sided AmeriPan and Japancest. Warning: Incest, brothers loving each other more than they should, all that good stuff! Well, enjoy~! R&R because Reviews are love.

"Of course America-San. You are one of my closest friends after all."

The small Asian country smiled warmly at the other before standing up, taking the cups away from the table as he headed for the kitchen. He delicately placed them in the sinks before starting to wash them, humming a small tune to himself.

America couldn't help but smile at the other, a blush rising to his cheeks. He'd never admit how much he enjoyed these visits to Japan's house. Every chance he had, he'd find an excuse to visit. He loved hearing the other's stories and laughter. He loved how the other would smile in a way he'd never seen before.

"America-San is there anything else you'd like?"

The blonde smiled a bit. Japan was always caring for him.

"No Japan everything's good. I'm going to use the bathroom, is that okay?"

The tinkling of dishes were heard and a small "Mm-Hm." America took it as a yes and stood up from the table to head to the bathroom. He was use to the house's design and easily found it. After he finished, he carefully washed his hands in the sink, admiring the designs that were etched into the delicate granite. He could be certain that Japan had done them just recently.

Shaking his hands a bit, he grabbed the towel by the sink and dried off the water, careful to place it back in its original place before opening the door. Suddenly he stopped, staring hard and surprised at the wall just outside the door.

He hadn't noticed it walking in, but now, staring directly at it, he could see nothing else.

It was a simple picture really, black and white to suggest it's age. It was the figures in the picture that made America stop and his face fall into one of guilt.

Standing in the photo was Japan, wearing a bright white naval uniform, fully decorated with his awards and achievements. A smile was across his face, one of pride and hope and determination. Beside him was the one person in the world America disliked: Kuro Honda.

He stood beside Japan proudly, wearing a black version of the uniform, also decorated with awards and achievements. His smile was the mirror image of Kiku's and the look in his eyes showed his pride. The two stood close to each other, swords by their sides and the emperor at the time behind them. Neither's uniform was wrinkled or bothered by some disturbance. They stood, like mirror images of each other, happy to be together.

America stood frozen in the door frame, staring at the picture in slight horror.

The face of Kuro.

Despite the fact it looked so much like Japan's, America had not seen it once in over sixty years. It was haunting him, the memories of the last time he saw it surfacing in his mind.

"America-San? Is everything alright?"

He jumped suddenly, not noticing when Japan had appeared right beside him. He glanced down at the other, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat.

"Yeah! Of course everything's cool. I was just looking at your picture is all."

The slight smile that appeared on Kiku's face when America had said he was fine suddenly disappeared, replaced with a trembling lip as he turned his head to see the picture for himself.

"Hai…. The picture."

America could see the sadness that grew in Japan's eyes, the lump he had swallowed now settling in his stomach and appearing to grow. He hated seeing Japan so upset, especially when it was because of him the sadness had begun in the first place.

"Japan, I know you must be really up-"

"Ile! My apologizes America-San. I didn't mean to drift off. Please, let's return to the living room if it's all the same to you."

America stared as Japan rapidly walked back down the hall. He felt so guilty, seeing the hurt and misery in the other's eyes. He switched the light off and followed, glancing back at the picture again before leaving.

The rest of the afternoon America could notice nothing except the sadness Japan was obviously trying to hide. It twisted his insides in knots. He couldn't take it anymore.

"I hope you have a safe trip home America-San. Please come back to visit again soon."

Japan handed the small bundle to America, the lunch he always prepared for his return trip.

"I will. Don't worry about me. I'm the hero after all."

A light laugh escaped Japan, the smile returning to America's face.

"Bye Japan. See ya soon."

"Please do. It gets lonely here very often."

The two bid their final farewells, and America turned away. His happy expression suddenly dropped.

"It gets lonely here very often."

Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes, America could see them clearly.

Tears were now forming at America's eyes, the guilt that was building in his stomach finally hitting him full force.

It was his fault….

All of Japan's sadness all of Japan's loneliness, was his fault.

"I'm sorry Kiku….. I'll make it right."

Well there's Chapter one! Hope I wrote it good enough for you guys -is slowly inching back to her Emo corner-
Kuro:-growling- How dare that Bastard call my brother by his name! He has no right to do that!
-Points to Kuro- He strongly believes that you should only call others by their human names if you are family or intimate with them.
Kuro: It's true! I'm going to murder that American Bastard -grabs his gun and leaves-
0.0 Ah! Read and Review because it's love! I need to save America! -runs off to stop Kuro-