I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/
"It's only temporary," China promised, gently stroking Macau's hair. The child, already more than half of China's height, leaned into the touch, murmuring,
"I don't like him. He looks strange."
Portugal was a tall man, taller than China, with skin of a differing shade and green eyes. He had a scar over his left eye, and wore his hair in a ponytail. Altogether, he looked fearsome, and all the negotiation meetings that Macau had seen made him wary of the nation.
China tutted, readjusting Macau's robes. "You should not say that; he may be a barbarian, but he is going to give us silver to be allowed to have you some portion of the time. And like I said, it's only temporary; you will stay with him some portion of the year, and then come back to me. And so on, in a cycle."
Macau didn't seem convinced, but he nodded. "I will respect your wishes and not speak ill of the barbarian."
China smiled, pinching Macau's cheeks. "I'll miss you, little one. When you come back, we will have tea and catch up together."
"But what if he wants to do weird things?" Macau said, not smiling back.
"Such as?" China asked, ready to put Macau's fears to rest.
Macau seemed to think a moment, and he said, "Suppose he wants to shave my head. Am I to let him? And suppose he makes me wear barbarian clothes- am I to allow that as well?"
China laughed, as though it was funny. "He is not to change a hair on your head," he promised, and stopping with his laughing, he grabbed Macau's hands tightly. "If he does even the slightest thing against you, you are to tell me, and he will be kicked out faster than he can spit in his strange vase."
Macau grasped China's hands back, saying, "Then I will be good, I promise. I want you to have silver."
China couldn't help it; he wrapped Macau up in a hug, sighing. "You are more precious than silver, little one. Take good care of yourself."
"I will. You take care of yourself, big brother," Macau said, smiling and cuddling close.
When the time came for the hug to be over, they walked side by side to the ship where Macau was to travel to Portugal's house.
China was stiff and formal then, presenting a mask-like face to Portugal. "Here is Macau. He is a good child, and will do you well."
Portugal nodded, and he grabbed Macau's hand surprisingly gently. "Thank you, China. I will take good care of him."
Macau went with Portugal, and that was the start of a hundreds-of-years long relationship.
/AN/ I hope you like it. I felt like writing something with Macau. There's just not enough of him, you know? Plus, you know how I like to write fluff. Finals are coming up, so I may end up writing several little fluff pieces like this.