Raising Macau

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! Later on, I might add my OC Beijing, and he will be the only one that is actually mine! :P

Chapter 1: The Day He Was Found (China's POV)

When I was walking along the dirt road to return home from the nearby city, I was not expecting to find a little boy on the way. I stopped shortly behind him, seeing that he was walking in the same direction as I was. However, the little boy was going at a very slow pace as if he could drop at any possible moment. I didn't know exactly what to think, especially upon seeing a boy so young and all by himself. The village was probably a good four mile walk away, one of which that I have been made used to ever since my boss decided that I should take up the role as being a country seriously. Unsure as if that was truly where the boy was going, or if he was lost, I decided that perhaps I should help him. Upon closer inspection from the back, I suddenly realized that the clothes he wore were very torn and dirty while he was missing one shoe, though the other he had was starting to look completely worn out. And…through the back of his shirt, I could see a huge maroon stain forming that could only be caused by one thing…

I reached out and gently tapped the shoulder of the boy. "Excuse me, little one, are you alright?" I asked him, in Chinese of course. The boy, in response, jumped and quickly turned around to reveal his filthy and badly bruised face. He stared up at me with wide golden eyes that were threatening to be covered by his brown dirty hair. "Quem é você? O que você quer comigo? Onde estou? O que está acontecendo? Onde está o meu mestre? Mestre!" the boy wailed up at him before starting to cry, clean tear trails being left on his checks. My own eyes widened at this as I took a step back, completely confused by the language the boy spoke in. I haven't exactly heard it...Or, perhaps I have had, but I didn't care much to listen and memorize. After all, why should I have to care about the languages of countries that are invading into my privacy and taking my cities? I then looked more closely at the boy to realize that he didn't exactly look completely Chinese. His skin was much paler than mine, and his eyes were a bit bigger. So...he was a half-breed, to say in the least. A disgrace! I was about to walk away from the child, but then something suddenly compelled me to stop.

A feeling just welled up inside me, only one that I have associated with when I am in the presence of other nations. I slowly turned back to look down at the sobbing child. Could he be...? Could this little pathetic looking half-breed actually be a nation? And if so, then why was he here in my country? Shouldn't he be in his? Sighing, I stepped closer to the boy and placed my hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to look into my eyes. "Young one, what is your name? Can you tell me your name?" I pleaded him. The boy seemed to not have heard me as he suddenly tried to back away from my grasp, shaking slightly. He stared at me with fearful golden eyes...golden eyes. How his eyes were so strangely colored...I have never seen another nation or a human being, for that matter, that had eyes like his. I have seen Russia's violet eyes, but...Gold? Since when was gold an eye color? Even though the boy was the mess that he was, the golden eyes still seemed to pierce through my person as if he knew all of my secrets. A shiver ran down my spine before I tightened my grip on the boy. "What is your name? Who are you child? Please tell me you know Chinese. You live in China after all," I slighlty scolded him in the Mandarin dialect.

The boy continued to stare up at me in fear and...confusion. I can see the confusion slightly written in his face. "Fique longe de mim! Eu não sei quem você é. Você é um estranho! Socorro! Alguém ajude! Mestre! Mestre!" the boy started to shout at the top of his lungs, causing me to wince. Ai-yah...the boy was definitely loud. But then...I suddenly had an idea. Frowning a little, I repeated the question, but this time in Cantonese. The boy seemed to suddenly stop his fighting against me to stare up at me with a bit of surprise. After a moment, he quickly nodded. "Chen," he told me the one word, his voice mixed between two accents. Cantonese most definitely and, the other...I wasn't sure. However, if he was able to speak and understand Cantonese, then that leaves a few places he could have come from. But then...it suddenly struck me. There was one city I knew for sure that was being controlled by a Western country, one that could possibly speak this language...

"Are you from Macau?" I asked the boy quietly. The boys eyes widened as he quickly nodded.

"Eu sou de Macau! Macau é a minha casa. Eu estou longe de casa. Por favor, você pode me ajudar a encontrá-lo e meu mestre de novo?" the boy begged in what I knew now was Portuguese. I sighed heavily, staring at him for a moment. This child, this half-breed, was my city, Macau. Portugal would probably argue with me on this; however, from my point of view, Macau is located in China; so therefore, the city is mine, which makes the child mine. This child was my responsibility now. In all honesty, I really didn't know what to think. I already had a sibling to take care of at home by the name of Taiwan or Mei. Instead of one other mouth to feed, it would mean I would have two mouths to worry about besides my own...

Although, I will admit that I was looking forward to find a sibling that was a boy. After all, men are quite praised in my culture, and after the lost of Japan oh so long ago, I knew I needed another male sibling to replace him that was also Chinese. So, that way, it would be impossible for said male sibling to declare his independence from me. But...now the dilemma remains that it was Macau that I found first. Not someone who is purely Chinese, but also a mix of Portuguese. There were two voices arguing in the back of my mind about this issue. One said to take the boy in and raise him as if he were a son to me. Being Portuguese too should not matter! But then...the other voice was telling me to either abandon this child or to not raise him properly or something...Why should I treat a child that is only a half-breed as if he was my own?

Finally, without a word, I picked up the boy and rested him against my hip. Ai-yah! He was a lot heavier than I expected him to be. Macau stared at me in complete shock and suprise. That was enough of an oppurtunity for me to restart the journey home, this time armed with a new little brother.

Author's Notes: I hope you guys like it so far!