Hi, guys! This fanfic is about when Hong Kong was given to the British after China lost the Opium War. This was originally going to be a Fragrant Kimchi (Korea x HK) fanfic, but... I wanted to make a (sort of?) sad oneshot for once, because I don't know if I can write angsty things. I wanted to try...

I think I suck at sad/angsty writing, though, so the characters (China?) may be slightly OOC. Hm... I don't know- does this even count as angst, anyway? Ehhh...

Ah, one note: Remember that when HK was given to England, he was still a child. In this fanfic, I'm just assuming that since HK is a child, so are the other Asian nations. (Except for China, of course, and Japan- he's a few years older than them, I guess.)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fanfic! :) Thanks for reading!

January 20, 1841- Hong Kong ceded to the British

As England walked up the path to China's house, he couldn't help but dread what was about to happen.
He knew he still had to do it, though- not for himself, but for his boss. Still, he didn't want to be the one to have to do this...

-再見(Goodbye)-

The atmosphere inside China's house was usually warm and welcoming, and the smell of Chinese food would always fill the rooms- but not today.

Instead, anyone who walked into the house would be greeted by a sad, cold feeling. No dumplings were being steamed today, and Shinatty-chan was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, everyone was quiet. The only sound that was heard was the sound of luggage zipping shut, and then being carried down the stairs.

Because today was the day that Hong Kong would leave.

The young boy packed in silence, thick eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He didn't seem to notice that every other nation was watching him quietly.

Especially China. The young man watched silently, tears brimming in his eyes. But he didn't complain or argue.

After all, it was his fault, his mistake, that had led to this moment. He shouldn't have lost that stupid war. But he had, anyway.

Suddenly, there was a small knock on the door, and Japan went to answer it, knowing who it was already.

England stood there, fidgeting with his hands, waiting for China to come to the door. Finally, he stepped into the house. "China? I'm here to, you know, pick up Hong Ko-"

"Shhhhh!", Korea whispered loudly, suddenly running to the doorway. "Brother's not ready yet! And please don't make China-san sadder than he already is! Don't take him away!" The usually happy-go-lucky nation was unusually menancholy, and even his haircurl seemed to feel the same way.

Finally, after a few minutes, Hong Kong emerged, and walked up to England. "So, are you the guy who's taking me to your house? How long? Why?" He spoke with a noticeable accent, as he spoke Cantonese better than English at the time.

China, who stood behind him, finally broke his silence. "He's going to take you to his house for a while-aru. But don't worry, I'll see you again, soon, probably." He stopped talking and stared at England pointedly. "How long will he be with you-ahen?"

"For as long as my boss wants. But, I don't want to do this, either, so don't get me wrong. Stop glaring at me.", England stated.

"Fine, then. But you'd better take good care of him- don't let him become a delinquent-ahen. Teach him proper English, too while you're at it, and I'm going to visit him every time I come to your house,... and don't..." China listed off all his rules- apparently he had fully broken out of his defeated, quiet state.

"I promise I won't Westernize him too much, alright?", England said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

China smiled a little. "Okay." Hong Kong half-hugged China and the others, reached for England's hand, and they started to walk away from the house. The goodbyes of each Asian nation left behind echoed after him.

And when Hong Kong was about to get out of sight, he turned around abruptly and yelled, "Joigin!" while waving crazily.

"Zàijiàn, Hong Kong.", was China's reply, before he turned around quickly and walked back into the house, leaving the other Asians behind.

He didn't want anyone to see him crying.

Thank you for reading~ did you like it? If you want to, then please review...

Translations:

Zàijiàn= "Goodbye" in Mandarin Chinese, and Joigin= "Goodbye" in Cantonese.

I actually may write another chapter to this, if I feel like it. Maybe, though.

Again, thanks for reading! :)