(AsaKiku. YAOI)

Japan looked up at the blue sky as he sat under a sakura tree. He sighed and closed his eyes, wishing that days like this would be forever. He was tired of how the world was today, of all the fights and such. He let his thoughts drift, going back to a sad time. A time when he had hurt the only person who had anyplace in his heart, China. He could still see his eyes that held nothing but hatred when he shut his. He woke with a start as someone caressed his face.

"England-san?" he asked. The blonde male smiled at him, his green eyes holding some old thought.

"Hey Japan, do you remember where we first met?" The Brit asked his voice sad.

"Of course. It was… r-right here…." Japan said, his eyes widening at a memory that he had forgotten. "No…"

"I'll keep that promise I made then." He said, drawing his sword. Before Japan could do anything, the blonde male drove the sword between the two, Japan coughed, spitting up blood, as did the Brit.

"E-England-s-san… I came here to tell you s-something. N-not this." Said the Asian.

"W-what!" said England, his eyes going wide. He knew that he would live, but that was a mistake. He wanted to die with Japan, not kill Japan and walk free.

"Watashi wa anata o aishite." Said Japan, before passing out in England's arms, entering a coma that would make him remember… everything.