Regret (Chapter 8)Riiing riiing… riiing riiing“Moshi moshi?”“Japan, it’s me.”“Oh, hello Germany-san. I have not heard from you in a while.”“Yes, I’m sorry about that. How have you been doing? Are your arms still…”Japan glanced to the direction of the phone against his ear, frowning very lightly as the other trailed off on his question. He couldn’t exactly blame him; it was probably still hard to accept what had happened what seemed like weeks ago. He set the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he pulled up his shirt sleeve. The mark had gotten a slightly more brown color since his first day of earning it, but it still held a bold red hue, probably since it was a nation’s blood and did not dry out or discolor as fast as human blood.“I am fine, and my arms have not changed. I suppose he is still in the ocean. And you?””I see… my hands are still the same as befor
canida has a musstash
aww... Prussia's checking on Austria... how cute...
And of course, China has to be a skeptic on Italy causing the dreams... Chilax China~