This Day, Aru. . .

Ugh, its was just awful. In all honesty, I really think it couldn't have been worse. . .

It started out fine of course, everything always does. Wei-Jun and I were just having a simple conversation by the river near the ryokan. It had probably been the calmest I had been since the wedding. He told me something anyone else has yet to say, its my choice. . .
Hong Kong didn't even react that badly when I slipped up with Opium, but I don't fully believe I am going to get away with it. Then again, maybe under the circumstances he'll just cut me a break for once.

The circumstances that I refer to is that we both died today. . .

That demon brat Sochi had decided that Arthur was better off Russia's, and Russia's alone. So what does he do? He makes up a contract stating that I must let Arthur forget me and stay away from him, never talking to the man again. Then the boy and his father come down to the river and try to force me to sign it!

. . . . Maybe I should have just signed the paper.

My stubbornness and pride got the better of me, and it ended in torture for both Wei-Jun and I.

The brief over view of it all is that Wei-Jun was choked, staked to a tree, and had the top half of his head cut off. . .
[There is some spilled ink that had been upset as the writer moved away quickly from the desk as he wrote]

Even now the thought of him like that makes me sick, I doubt the images of Wei-Jun's death will leave me anytime soon.

As for me, Sochi managed to get a hold of a pickaxe and drove the metal through both my legs, then proceeded to take a knife, cut open my cheek, stick the blade into my mouth and relentlessly stabbed and scraped the inside of my mouth and throat. I don't think I had ever tasted so much blood. Not to mention I could not speak after that.

The whole ordeal ended with Sochi falling asleep, and Russia carrying him back towards the ryokan. Leaving me unable to move and slowly bleeding to death. Eventually Tino came and found me, I was so happy to see him alive and well again, though there seems to be something off about him, I'm quite worried what happened that night when he killed himself.

I thought my day had ended when I finally convinced Tino that my injuries were too gruesome to heal properly, and that I felt guilty enough to wish I was dead, and my darling husband stabbed me through the heart with less then a second thought. . . Once again, even if it was what I wanted, I am worried by his actions.

So you think that would be it, aru. My horrible day would be over. But no, life had one more bitch move to pull and now as it turns out I have yet another son. His name is Fu-Han and he is the city of Nanjing.

You know, the point of cities being cities is that they are suppose to stay loyal to the nation, not rebel. The fact that Fu-Han is here means he has gained partial independents from me, like Hong Kong. I didn't even know about any riots in Nanjin, but I guess that's what I get for staying away from my work for too long. My boss is not going to be happy about this, and to be honest, I'm not thrilled either.

I am so screwed when I go back to work, aru. . .