Written by Candied Sweets under the pressure of Blue Bird =.= Oh well, it was fun writing it xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Obviously.

"Kor! How do you do that?"

Hong Kong turned to face his former caretaker, a question poised on his indifferent face. England gestured at his right hand, and Hong Kong looked down at the pen in his hand, not seeing anything worth taking notice of. "What?"

"That, that thing!"

"My pen?"

"Yeah! How do you spin it like that?"

"Huh?" He stopped spinning the writing device and looked puzzled. "You can't?"

"Here, gimme that." England reached forward and grabbed it out of his hand, ignoring the other nation's quiet protests. "I'm confiscating it. It's driving me crazy!"

"Uh… I'm… kind of sorry?"

"Hmph."

A few minutes later, Hong Kong was pulled out of his silent daze by the sound of something dropping on the tabletop. He turned to the source of the noise and was initially alarmed by England's absence at the desk next to him. Then his scowling face appeared behind it, and he scrambled back onto his chair, pen in hand.

"Shut up!" he said, embarrassed at Hong Kong's amused expression. "I was just trying, okay?" He held the pen between his fingers at tried to spin it again, but it simply fell over the edge of the table again with a rather noisy clatter on the floor. Cursing under his breath, he leaned down to pick it up again.

"You want to know how to do it?"

"I can do it myself!" the elder nation declared stubbornly, trying again. This time, it spun half a circle before falling onto the desk. "Argh! This is so frustrating!" he shouted, burying his hands in his hair and biting his lip in said frustration. Hong Kong couldn't help but smirk silently.

"England, let me show you how to do it before you pull your hair from your scalp."

"No, I-" He was cut off as the Asian city lightly plucked the pen from his hands and held it between his thumb and ring finger. "Basically, you want the pen to spin around your thumb like this," he used his other hand to slowly guide the pen around his thumb, making sure England had a clear view of its course. Then he spun it normally, catching it skillfully and without the noisy clatter from before. England's jaw dropped as he watched, captivated.

"Okay, I got it. Lemme try," He grabbed it again then tried to hold it like Hong Kong had. Then he used his middle finger to push the pen forward, but it simply fell out of his hands again. "What! Why isn't this working!"

"You have to move your index finger out of the way as well." Hong Kong said lightly, demonstrating again. "Otherwise it'll get stuck."

England muttered something darkly under his breath as he tried again. And again. Multiple times. Each time, the pen fell noisily onto the table, until England thought of opening a book on the wood surface so the noise wouldn't drive him up the wall. And he tried again. And again. And he failed. Again.

Finally, the pen made a full circle around his thumb. England's green eyes lit up gleefully, and he desperately grabbed for the pen, but it had already fallen on his book. His excitement, however, had not been quenched.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? I spun it, Hong Kong!"

"Good job. Now you have to catch it."

"Way to burst my bubble, geez. You make it look so much easier."

"I think it's harder for gwailos [1]," the Asian man stated, ignoring England's puzzled look at the Cantonese phrase. "But you're a fast learner, England."

He grinned and returned to spinning the pen. Hong Kong watched it spin and fall multiple times, his head becoming a little dizzy. England's expression was growing more and more frustrated by the minute, but he never seemed to want to give up. Hong Kong reached into his bag and pulled out another pen, subconsciously spinning it between his fingers. A vein popped in England's head.

"Oi, Hong Kong, you're doing that on purpose, right?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." He held the pen still and continued watching England's attempts, before going back to spinning. He wasn't even aware he was doing it.

After a few hours, by which Hong Kong had half fallen asleep, England's excited yell punctuated the air, and the other island jerked up in surprise.

"Hong Kong! Hong Kong! I did it!"

"Did you?"

"Yeah, yeah, look!" He balanced the pen, then tried spinning it. It fell.

"I swear it worked! It did! It just didn't work this time!" England pouted unhappily and went back to practicing.

"England, just to tell you, this takes most people weeks to master."

"Weeks? You're jerking my chain, right?"

Hong Kong shrugged and went back to sleeping, hiding the small smile that had formed on his face. "Good luck, England."

"Eh? W-wait! Hong Kong! Hong Kong!"

~A few weeks later~

"America! America! Look what I can do!"

"Cook something edible?" America asked sarcastically, smirking at the approaching nation. England scowled and bonked him on the head, then conjured a pen from his pocket.

"Hong Kong taught me how to do this!" And he spun it and caught it. America's jaw dropped and he stared at the magical device in Arthur's hands.

"Oh my gosh! That's so cool! How'd you do that? You have to teach me that! England, England! Teach me!"

Hong Kong was watching the exchange a few meters away, an amused grin on his face. Oh, this was going to be fun.

[1] gwailo- Cantonese slang for a western person.

Spinning pens is a reflex for me now xD That is the fate of any pen, pencil, gluestick, ruler etc. that ends up in my hands. And my friend hates it with a passion :D