1842:
"G...GIVE HIM BACK!"the asian screamed holding the bloodied and battled left arm of his. His body ached and his heart had fallen long ago. The buzz of the long needed opium fix rang in his ears.
"you made a deal!"the englishman stated. "we made shook on it and i never go back on my word"he smiled
Im getting a bit ahead of my self, lets go back...to when this started.
1838:February
"ARTHUR!"the asian called.
The englishman ran in, his white shirt and black pants all that coverd him as he slid to the side of the small cantonese. "BLOODY HELL!"he snapped. "you think you scream loud enough" he asked.
Yao pointed at the open door with a small baby sitting in a basket, the rain pouring down but the baby was bone dry. "he must have been here for a long time"he looked at england. "can...do you think we should..."he asked
England without answering stepped down and grabbed the small child out of the basket. "no letter"he stated. "i suppose we raise him"he said with a smile.
China jumped for joy. He was always more in touch with a gentler, emotional side due to japan and Taiwan. "hong kong"he smiled. "the perfect name for the mix of you and i"he smiled. He took the small baby from the bits arms and held him close. China was always one to care for little children this way. The baby cooed and grapped at the asians hand that he held infront of him.
"come on little kong"china smiled. "lets find you something to eat"he pranced off to the other room to pre-pare a bottle or a make shift one that is, of milk.
