Brother!Japan x Sister!Reader- Karakuri Burst

You stood in an open field. Your back was turned, but you could sense the glare of your foe piercing through you.

You laughed it off.

Taking the gun out of your kimono, you hurriedly dashed towards the back of the enemy and directed your gun at their neck. Unfortunately, the foe had turned around just when you reached him. You scowled. Your gun reached the collar of his suit, while the katana he was holding managed to cut your neck.

You grit your teeth and charged at him again, this time with your gun and his sword clashing over and over again.

It wasn’t working.

He wasn’t dying.

If you couldn’t do even this, then you had no right to be here. After all, humans are so fragile. They can shatter in a moment.

They asked you to stay. Just stay? Hah! The midnight hour signified that your battle was still long from over.

Your target was the Axis.

You? You were a mindless killing machine, created by the Allies. The both of you drew back as you caught your breath. You grinned sardonically. Wasn't it so much fun when the foe was being tortured slowly? You had purposely went slow on the foe, only to find that he was more skilled than you thought he was. Oh well. At least you could really have some fun.

He scowled as you quickly brought your gun up again. To him you were just useless junk. What purpose did you have for living? He had asked this question the moment you first met. You were to be destroyed; all evil in the world must be eliminated. He claimed that separating good and evil was the same as white and black.

Of course you didn’t know. You had asked him that very same question before.

You grit your teeth until they gnashed together. Your hands were starting to fumble with the gun, and that wasn’t good, because here he was, running up and trying to pierce your heart with his katana.

What was his name?

His name was Japan.

It wasn't like you cared.

He brought down his sword on you, and just as it was about to cut you, you raised your gun and pushed it back.

Again they clashed, until a faint memory surfaced.

Two kids- was that you?- were laughing and holding each other. The girl giggled and poked the boy, while the boy just blushed and shifted away. The girl asked why he did that, and the boy replied faintly that he had his personal space. The girl just tried to pounce on him later. The boy just grimaced. Turning around, the boy seemed to look directly at you. You gaped in horror as the fact that this was your brother settled in; your brother, the one trying to kill you.

Jolting out of your senses, you saw that Japan in front of you stared at you in horror also.

You had a past.

But you were both in denial.