~ So out of boredom and the fact I kept thinking of the tea family I decided to do a short story on them. This story is from the point of view of Hong Kong who I think is a very misunderstood and stone-faced country. I do not own Hetalia in any way and thank you for reading! Comments are always nice btw *wink wink*~
When I think of my childhood, I could say it was happy, loving , and everything you'd expect from the child of a country. I could say all these things, but I'd be lying not only to myself but anyone who reads this. All the memories I have as a child of my mother China, is her mellow voice with a hint of an accent that would sing precious lullabies until I fell asleep. That is the only happy memory of my mother before I was taken away from her. I remember her tears that cried out to the rhythm of the beating military drum, and the smell of gun powder that had lingered in the air for days. I didn't know what was going on at the time, but I knew something was bad. Yet I did not shed a tear that day.
The next day I was on a boat, sailing with my beloved father, England, who looked so pained. As the gentle sea swept us farther from the land I knew so well, a loss was felt deep down, as if I was stripped away of life. Sadness had slowly started to harden my heart, yet I could not let it show in front of my father, who always was strong.
"What's the matter Father?" I asked as he looked back to what I called home.
"Your mother and I felt it was best for you to leave Hong Kong and learn in the schools where I am from," He replied with a deep depressing sigh.
I then was silent, tears welling up in my eyes as I quietly said good bye to my home where I had lived for so long.
'He cannot see me weak,' I repeated to myself multiple times in my head.
I stepped away from my father and walked to his quarters where I would be staying until we arrived in our destination. I quietly cried myself to sleep that night, knowing in my heart I could never show emotion to anyone, I could not show weakness.
This is why I ended up as I am today. I trained myself to never show emotion, something I consider a weakness. I can never truly be myself, no matter how I try and it pains. It's all China and England's fault, for they are my parents and are the only ones I can trust myself to love anymore. They are the reason why I am, the way I am today.
So before anyone judges a country, like me, about being cruel and unloving. Think about what I have gone through, and judge them on how they are today, because each country has a past that makes them how they are in the present, and eventually the future.
~Thank you so much for actually reading, it means a lot to me that I can share my stories with you awesome people! Comments are very much loved and I appreciate them all, thanks again for reading!~