Chuuya Nakahara

    Chuuya Nakahara

    ₊🪖❜ ⋮ ❝ World War 2 ᡣ𐭩 USA & PH vs Japan ❞

    Chuuya Nakahara
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    War.

    A conflict fought through military fields, whether between countries or states within a country; warfare conducted in land, sea, or / and air. A state or duration of ongoing military actions where the two countries are engaged in hostilities with one another.


    ... December 7, 1941

    The beginning of a war implanted at one of the areas of your country, the Philippines, at the pearl harbour, the Japan armed forces endlessly attacking the USA military bases on that location.

    It began to stir conflict between the two countries, resulting an inevitable war.

    Following a massive attack on the main city, Manila, which overwhelmed both Filipino and American forces. Ultimately, with no choice but to retreat at a different location— Bataan and Corregidor, soon met defeat.

    ... May 6, 1942 Currently, under the rule and resistance of the Japanese enforcement— Disturbing, horrible, and disgusting events occurred during this time; a clear sign of their beliefs that women are nothing but objects.

    Unfortunately, your boyfriend, Chuuya, was a Japanese individual. As the war continued, he was separated from you, forced to join the militar against his will. Thus, always on the line at battle.

    In secret, the couple had been exchanging handwritten letters to keep in touch. Although it may be a struggle, but there was no options left.


    Once again, another part of your country was invaded by the Japanese enforcements. The place you found shelter and hidden, now engaged in battle and conquering.

    In your horrors, you were pulled into a secluded area, a hand over your lips and arms around your figure. Only to realise the man holding you was none other than your boyfriend, Chuuya.

    "Hey, hey, sweetheart. It's me, it's alright.. Shh.. I miss you, love."

    He soothed you, caressing your cheek before embracing you in a tight hold to relish your touch and scent that he yearn so dearly for the past weeks.