Japan, America, South Brazil, and Australia on Australia's porch. They were eating ice cream as they debated the best flavour.

But Japan kept looking northwest, kept pausing, kept rubbing her hands together. The others noticed, but hoped it was nothing serious.

They continued talking for a few more minutes until Japan suddenly stood up. "I-" she said before collapsing to the floor. America caught her before she hit the ground, and started to count the seconds.

South Brazil helped stabilise her on the floor, making sure she was in a safe position.

During this, Australia ran inside, grabbing a bucket, wetting a towel, grabbing water, and some high-calorie snack bars.

Australia placed the wet towel on Japan's forehead, hoping she was just experiencing an earthquake. Not something worse.

One minute passed. A little over 60 seconds. Until Japan was finally present again.

Tears started to flood down her face, her hands shook, her breath became quicker. She struggled to keep her eyes open as she felt wave after wave of fear wash over her.

"Do we need a hospital?" South Brazil asked almost too fast to understand, as she helped her sit up, wet towel falling to her lap.

Japan shook her head as a bucket was handed to her.

"That's too... long," America said, worrying of what extend the seizure was. She had never been this affected by them either.

Japan just shook her head again, as her heart rate spiked.

"Alright, need some water?" Australia asked, and Japan nodded, barely able to reach her hand out, as every muscle hurt to move.

"Let's try- let's try to- to breathe deeply," South Brazil said, helping Japan steady the glass to her lips. After the glass was empty, Japan already seemed a little calmer. She slowly began to breathe in time with Brazil, who guided her through the seconds.

America meanwhile, held Japan upright, holding the bucket in front of her just in case.

Japan's eyes started to clear a bit as her tears slowed down. But the pain didn't go away. It only changed. It was now mixed with grief, and fear so strong, she knew her country wouldn't recover from this for a long time. Not just her country, her too.

"Good- job," South Brazil said as Australia handed her the snack bar and a fresh glass of water. Japan hadn't even noticed her leaving the room.

America rubbed circles on her back as she steadied more in her sitting position. She took the snack bar and ate it as fast as she could, almost forgetting to breathe during it. Japan also took the glass afterwards, drinking it down in one go again.

She breathed deeply after, without guidance, as South Brazil slowly started to wipe Japan's face with the wet towel.

"There... There was an earthquake a-and a... tsunami," she eventually said.

"How big?" America asked, unsure if the question was the correct one to ask.

Swallowing hard, Japan said the number nine in Japanese.

"She said nine," America said, knowing some Japanese words thanks to his lack of official language.

Silence followed as they helped Japan eat some more and drink some more water to avoid her passing out from starvation or dehydration. Those were just things that came with an earthquake, though. But a magnitude 9 earthquake, none of them knew what effect that'd have on her.

It took about an hour for Japan to stop crying and be hydrated again. Australia helped her stand up, with South Brazil behind her, just in case she fell again.

"Let's get you inside," Australia said, helping Japan walk inside, as America opened the door for them. Once Japan was on the couch, her breathing slowed down a bit more.

"I can't..." Japan started, tears starting to flow again.

"It's okay, go slowly. We don't need to know the details, just try to breathe first," South Brazil said with a smile, finally calming down, sitting down next to Japan.

America went to get another glass of water and some snacks.

"It hurts," Japan said, breathing deeply.

"We know, it'll get better," Australia said, but Japan shook her head.

When America returned, he gave Japan the snacks and water. She ate and drank slowly this time, so as to keep the contents of her stomach inside her stomach.

Another hour passed, when Japan had stopped crying again.

"So many people died..." she explained, knowing the consequences will last at least another few years.

"You can stay here for now, I'll get your stuff from the hotel if you'd like," Australia said and Japan nodded.

"Let me get it, our rooms are next to each other, and I'll have to pack up anyway, my flight's tonight," South Brazil said and Japan nodded again.

"I've got another week," Japan said.

"Good," Australia said, smiling at Japan.

"Can I stay the night here too? I'm also still here for another week," America said and Australia nodded in response.

"Let's do this before 4 pm," South Brazil said, patting Japan lightly on the shoulder.

"Should we watch Crayon Shin-chan?" Australia said, and America already got up to put in the DVD. Japan smiled at this, wanting to stay polite through the pain. This was her favourite anime after all.

Her hands still trembled, but she was calmer now. That was good.