Disclaimer: Anything related to Hetalia has nothing to do with me, this is mere fanfiction. There's a bit of possible OOC-ness, rape, and gender bending because that is how I roll.

I remembered it. The first moment I met him on the harbour. He was just too beautiful to be a man. Threads of the silk worm attached to his head, with the night sky borrowing it's colour. Eyes of the cinnamon spice with skin smooth like cream.

"Welcome."

Even his voice sounded as if he was singing. Was it necessary I fell for a man like this? Call it unnatural if you may. I, myself am surprised he could speak such good English, I wonder who was his tutor?

He told us that we might not meet the emperor today, as we had arrived late. That's okay, I do not really mind. After all, what else does the Exotic East has in store for me? Plenty. All I can say.

Night time came, I couldn't sleep. Well, the moon was full and with a garden on the view of my chambers in the palace, how can I sleep with beauty all around me? Especially with him now smelling the flowers.

He then begins to walk into his chambers to retire for the night. I too, begin to follow him without realizing. He then closed the doors to his chambers, but an open window able me to peek inside.

I blushed. He was changing. Strange, what are those strips of cloth wrapped around the chest? He was breathing deeply. So it was only natural...He is a she. There was no question about my sexuality, only it was just human nature.

I was outraged when negations didn't meet. I reported this to my boss, who supported an all out war. It was no big deal in defeating the Chinese, who I've successfully weakened with opium earlier on. Now Hong Kong is mines, but there's a little problem...

Of course, How can I forget my little prisoner? Of course, I didn't want her to be tainted with dungeon filth, I made her stay in one of my rooms.

The moment I opened the door she begin top throw things at me. Somehow I managed to avoid it all. I held her wrists as tight as I could. It wasn't even later that she fell down to her knees, weakened in my grasp.

"What are you doing?"

I pinned her to a human cage on the floor, tearing out the clothes in her upper half body. The bindings are present. She can't hide it anymore, I know her secret. She looked at me with disbelief, trying to hide her chest as much as she could with her arms.

"So it's true."

"I had no choice."

She took her clothes that were scattered on the floor, hiding her chest once again. She is trying so hard not to look at me with tears in her eyes. We laid like that for ages until she couldn't cry anymore. Why the look on your face?

"Judging by your face who has seen so much, you are a personification of England, am I not right?"

"And you must represent China."

"They wouldn't accept a woman, England-ahen. They would be humiliated to find out if the personification of China is a woman. "

Well, one thing I couldn't deny, in a world of nations, only the men were taken seriously, never the women. What choice do they have in a male dominated society?

"I see. But there is a tiny problem though, China."

"What more problems are there? Haven't you give me a lot?"

Now I couldn't look at her. Yes, I was angry, with my blood boiling. I'm used to getting the things I wanted. Even her, who wrapped me up completely in her spell. Maybe I'm sick and sadistic for her, just that I didn't realize it.

"Well yes, I have...unless you want to create another one for me."

She slowly crawled to the bed, her eyes never leaving me.

"What is it that you want then?"

I smiled.

"Well, I've invaded Hong Kong, but it's sad to know that there's no personification to say that Hong Kong is mines."

"You can't create a personification...unless..."

Her voice trailed off. Now she knows. Don't worry China, I'll keep your little secret, unless you disobey me...

"So what will it be? You represent Hong Kong and follow me back to England? Or just spend a year bearing a child?"

She has no choice. She is the whole of China, not the tiny harbour. Of course, it will be of great delight to take it whole. I approached her closer, my hands trailing up her legs, with my voice allowing a tiny whisper to escape.

"So what will it be then?"

Her pride has been long shattered with smoke from India, polluting her people as it goes. There was nothing she has left. She's a doll now, my little puppet. My hungry hands soon ran all over her smooth creamy thighs, and my lips went towards her neck. She isn't resisting. Prefect.

Oh China? Scared now that I'm now tugging the knot that hold your bindings in place? They now lay on the floor, and you now are being pushed down into the bed. I've gotten rid of the rest of your clothes to gaze at your own body. After all of those years of hiding, I feel like as if you don't even need to hide it, that body is just so...beautiful. You can make any man fall on your knees.

Did it hurt? My, you are a virgin. All right, I'll play nice with you. Oh, you give me such pleasure as you twist and turn around the bed, in turmoil. Every inch of your skin puts me in a high as I place my lips, letting them trail on it. Don't struggle nor cry, you're making this hard on yourself than you think. Feeling your velvet tightness just only made me come faster, harder. Now look, you made a mess, leaving crimson on this white sheet. Seeing you trying so hard to cover yourself, I let my hands trail over your smooth back. You are now mine.

She had to stay, bearing with me every night. Do you know that I love it when there was fear in her eyes, the way she desperately hides in the corner and keeping her clothes in tact? Seeing her traumatized allowed my inner demon to come out, enjoying the harm it was giving to a fallen angel. Perfect.

And so, finally the words I need to hear came after 3 weeks.

"She's pregnant."