Author's Note: Hello everyone reading! This is my first upload so if I've done something wrong I apologize. This story is my experimentation with the war side of Hetalia, as the show itself makes everything seem comical, but I imagine it getting serious at times. So, get ready for some sad faced Asian family. This is probably NOT historically accurate, I really don't have much to go on regarding character personalities besides China and Japan (but I'll try), and while all the "ships" hinted at in this can be simply interpreted as family love or friendship, I suppose the series will feature China x Russia, Japan x Taiwan, and Taiwan x China. So let's jump right in.


I stood silently, starring at a carving in China's wooden front door, and drumming my fingertips against the side of the delicacy wrapped box I was holding. Today was yet another one of China's birthdays, and I knew that on the other side of that door would be Japan, China, Hong Kong, and Korea. My family. This was the first time I would be seeing China since my independence war. I know I should've come sooner; should've tried to spend more time with him considering everything, but I just couldn't. I was just a little girl back then. I didn't know anything.

I recalled how sometimes I would make sure to wake up just before China. I would climb out of bed, sprint down the hall, and peek in the crack in the door. China kept a crack in the door ever since the time when he closed the door, Hong Kong slipped and hurt himself, and Japan was not tall enough to reach the door knob to ask China for help. I would peek in that said crack and wait for China to snap awake. He needed no alarm, every morning at 8:36am, his eyes would pop open and he would spring into action. I watched as he would sit up straight in bed, his waist length, black mane sticking up in all directions. He had the worst bed head. I would watch as he tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stood up while yawning. He would walk into the bathroom and I would remain by his room door waiting for him to finish brushing his teeth and washing his face. Sometimes he would also shower. Once China stepped out of the bathroom he would slide his shirt over his head and toss it on the bed to later put it in with the laundry. He replaced the T-shirt he had been sleeping in with a wife beater undershirt and then pull up a set of black tights that hugged at his legs. China would then open up his tall, wooden wardrobe and pull out one of his prized possessions, his read mandarin jacket. I'd watch him guide his hands halfway through the oversized sleeves, and secure the front of it. My favorite part of watching China get ready was his hair. He had a large mirror atop a dresser to the left of his wardrobe, he would stand in front of it with a ponytail holder caught between his teeth and use both hands to gather up his long, luxurious hair into one fist. He would then slide the mass through the ponytail holder three times and pull it tight. Once his hair was up, China would walk over the the end of his room with it swishing on his lower back behind him, and slip on the black flats he kept underneath the bed, but I never got to see that part. I had to run back down the hall and slide into bed, for if I didn't, he would see me and it would be too late.

Too late to slide back into bed and wait as I heard the popping of oil downstairs and sniffed the delicious meal that awaited me. Too late to pretend to sleep as China would walk into the room and call us all to breakfast with his smooth voice. Too late to struggle into my tall, island chair next to Japan's and wait for China to serve our breakfast. Rice, fish, sausage, eggs, you name it and he made it. We could always tell who was going to get which plate based off of what chopsticks he set atop it. China's chopsticks where red with golden flames on them. Japan's were black with pink cherry blossoms on the end. Hong Kong preferred wooden chop sticks, Korea's were especially long, and mine where a pearly white with red ends and red flowers similar to the ones in my hair on the tips. We would all smile, and eat, and chat amongst ourselves as our chopsticks chinked on the plates.

"China," I would ask between bites,"What are we going to do today?" My older brother would cock his head to the side in thought and smiled once he remembered.

"Today, we go to the store."

"Can we get snacks?!" Korea had stood up on his chair and waited gleefully for a response.

"Three each. No big spending. Go get ready." And so the four of us tumbled down the hallway to our room where I grabbed my skirt and top and slid into the bathroom. Japan grabbed a small, blue kimono and walked into the closet. Hong Kong and Korea got dressed every day on either side of a small divider. Once one of us was ready we would call out a number.

"YI!"

"Ni."

"SE!"

and finally my own "Si" would end the count off telling us all it was safe to come out of our changing areas. We would all then race to China as he only had three places for holding - the piggy back which Korea and Hong Kong would argue over, Hong Kong usually winning, the left arm which was my spot, and the right arm where Japan preferred to be held beside me. The remaining child would either walk along side china or tie themselves around his leg as we all headed down the road to the supermarket. I suppose holding four children at once, though more or less, was a difficult task. My eldest brother was always strong for us and that is what I liked most about him. He seemed to accell above the rest of us and go out of his way for us, without appearing to be trying.

I remembered Japan and I always having non-verbal communication during these walks. We would simply exchange looks but ended up actually saying to one another something along the lines of:

"What are you going to get?"

"I'm not sure. Some pocky and other things I guess." He would raise an eyebrow at me and my smile would reply

"I really want a dragonfruit!" He would smile back and a shadow would over take the top of his face as he mocked me thinking

"All you do is copy China. His language, his style, you even wore your hair in a ponytail today. Now you're obsessed with dragons. I mean, DRAGONfruit. I WONDER WHY."

"I am not copying him. I just want a dragonfruit." China carried us all into the revolving doors. Korea would take off sprinting for the candy isle as China bent down to set the other three of us on the ground.

"You come back when I call, you hear?" We would nod and head off. Hong Kong, Japan and I preferred to stay together as our first item was always the same - we all wanted a bag of rice. Then we would split off to grab our other favorites. I found a package of tofu pudding in the fridge section and grabbed it. Following that I strolled over to the fruits section in search of my prize.

"So what if China likes Dragonfruits?" I would ask myself "Dragons are cool and I like them. China is cool too. So I like him." I noticed a collection of the red, spiked delicacies in a bin and started to shuffle through them for the biggest one. A whistle was sounded through the store - China's call for us, somehow he was already done shopping for the whole family - and I grabbed at the largest of the fruits I could see. I turned, I ran off, and after about three steps I was lurched back towards the bin of wonders. Turning, I could see my own long, black, imitation ponytail caught under a mountain of dragonfruit. I began to tug at it, lightly at first but the more I panicked the more force I put into it. I placed my rice, pudding, and dragonfruit on the ground to use both hands to haphazardly yank on my hair. Another whistle sounded, it was China's last call before he would head home without me. Tears began to well in my eyes and my tiny head was spinning as I desperately tore at my locks.

"China!" I called out to no one "don't leave me here!" My little six year old hands were not enough to set me free. "China! Help!" I heard my brother's infamous 'Ai-yah!' from across the store and continued to tug, hopeful that he'd noticed I was gone. For some reason, it never came to mind to me that I could just move the fruits out of the way. It was my smarter, older brother Japan who thought of this. He quickly walked down the isle and climbed up onto the ledge of the bin of fruits and started tossing them out of the way. I continued to yank until only one was covering my hair and I tore myself free. Japan helped me pick up my things and we raced back to China, who paid for my food, and kissed me on the forehead as he apologized for not noticing my absence sooner.

"You were gonna leave me!" I cried up at him. I noticed a change in China's expression at the time but didn't stop to see that I had hurt his feelings. That he was trying his best in sending everyone out and searching all over the store himself to find me. Japan was the only one that knew I'd wanted the dragonfruit so of course he'd discovered me but China would not have left. Of course six-year-old Taiwan was not bright enough to know this. Starring at me tearing up in his arms he began to fiddle with his ponytail, slowly forcing the holder down the length of his hair - a nervous habit of his - as he waited for a response to come to him. Once the ponytail holder was at the nape of his neck he replied simply.

"I wouldn't leave my sister behind." Sniffling I accepted his response. China walked to the back of the store and bought me another dragonfruit, cut it up as soon as we got home, and the five of us each had a couple pieces of it. He placed a hand on my head and shook me lightly, my now pulled down hair whipped around.

"I'm sorry," He said, biting into his fruit. I imagined China then as a giant, red dragon who was trying to figure out if there was actual dragon in dragon fruit and I began to laugh. My brothers, excluding Japan, laughed as well. China's smile seemed to brighten the room as it always did.


And there you go? This was weird for me because I want it to be all about China but I want to show how Taiwan is kind of close with Japan as well. I did my best. Next chapter on the way! :)