Hong Kong was feeling like he got hit by a truck. A large, eighteen wheeler, going one hundred thousand miles an hour. And the truck going into reverse to hit him again. Then going forward, continuously hitting him. No, he was not feeling like he was flattened like a pancake, it was more of such painful body aches that made you want to crawl into a corner and die somewhere. Like that.

Xiang would never admit to being sick, though having all the symptoms of such. Screw the runny nose and the dry coughing. Oh damn, those body aches… He was not sick. Nope. The fact that his people in Hong Kong were currently expressing the same ailments meant nothing to him. Not one thing. The thing was, Xiang never got sick! Usually China or England would take the grunt of it, not hi-

As if on cue, the young Chinese's face twisted up as a soft sneeze erupted from his nose.

Damn. Damn damn damn. Why did he have to get sick? No matter, it wasn't that serious as of now. Maybe if he just took some aspirin he'd be fine. This was nothing, and would not turn into anything. Not one thing. Just a simple cold this was, and it would pass quickly. Overnight hopefully. All of this was just a one day bug.

'Just keep saying that, Xiang. Just keep saying that…' the Chinese man repeated in his mind, his head throbbing with pain as he maneuvered around his home in Hong Kong. His bare feet didn't make a sound as he made his way into the kitchen to make himself some Herbal Tea. China had always made that for Japan when he was sick, which for some reason, was quite often. How unusual.

South Korea was supposed to be coming over today for a visit, an uninvited one at that. An unwelcome guest as well. Xiang was in no mood for company at the moment, currently feeling like shit. Even his little panda seemed under the weather, sniffling and coughing every so often.

Still the Chinese man pushed that damn thought away. Nothing was wrong with him. He was completely fine. Not sick. Not anything. Stress, that was it. He was under too much stress. Yet, if that were the case, then Im Yong was not going to help him in any way.

A sigh left Xiang's dry lips as he began to boil hot water, his panda lazily following him. His fur was ruffled and unkempt, and had lost its beautiful shine. The fluffy animal walked slowly like it's joints hurt, occasionally making a whimpering or whining sound. Looking at how the mammal moved, he realized that the source of his body aches were from his joints as well. How…unusual. Had his panda caught the bug he had?

Xiang's head was pounding as he crushed up the herbs that would be used for the tea that would hopefully assist him and possibly serve as a decongestant. He sniffled softly as he focused on the herbs, forcing himself to not wipe his nose on his oversized sleeves. His panda curled up at his feet, its breathing heavy. The young Chinese failed to notice his own shortness of breath.

Xiang jumped when he heard his front door slam open, the sound of a familiar Korean voice running throughout the house. "Yo, Xiang! Guess who's here?"

"Could you please not kick down my doors?" Xiang grunted, sprinkling the herbs in his tea, his head pounding. He held onto the counter as Im Yong ran to the kitchen at hearing Xiang's voice, but he skidded to a halt at the doorway, seeing his eyes squeezed shut.

"Xiang…you alright there buddy, da ze?" he nervously approached the Chinese, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Almost immediately the territory cried in pain, the Korean's touch feeling like needles stabbing into his skin. Quickly retracting his arm, Im Yong cried, "Xiang! What's wrong?"

Everything started to get fuzzy as everything spun around the younger Chinese. Im Yong's voice became muffled, and he was falling. Falling into nothing as everything faded to black. Warm arms were around him in a comforting hold as he lost consciousness.

Thank you for reading this fic.

I had actually written this chapter a month or two ago, and I finally found it and decided to clean it up a bit and post it. So it may not be the best that it could be. And yes, this is actually a bit historical, for it's based on a real event. It's based on the SARS (severe acute respitory syndrome) Outbreak in Hong Kong in 2003. Meaning, the illness Hong Kong has will not be pretty.

Xiang is my fanname for Hong Kong.

This will be HKorea, my first fic for these two. So I am very sorry if any of the characters are OOC. It is not intentional.

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