A/N: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers. Cover image belongs to もきじ on pixiv.

When I first saw my darling son, I mean, brother, Hong Kong hold Iceland's hand, I was absolutely horrified.

I mean, hello?! I thought holding hands were only for married couples!

"..you need to keep up with the times," my prime minister told me after I complained to him.

"Excuse you, I am the most, what do those youngsters say?"

"Swagalicious."

"Ah, yes. I am the most swagalicious country on this entire planet aru!"

My minister then rolled his eyes and had continued to file his documents.

Thereafter, I went to complain to Japan, who waved me away, uninterested.

"Go read a teenage magazine or something, maybe you will understand them afterwards."

"I read Teen Vogue every month aru!"

"Then read Tiger Beat as well."

I had then left in a huff, why wouldn't anyone understand? This was serious, my Hong Kong was "going steady" with Iceland, who was a European. I do not like Europeans.

Who had tainted Hong Kong with such filthy thoughts about having a serious relationship with a European?

"OPIUM BASTARD!" I screamed as I burst into England's house, where he was knitting.

I snatched his half-knitted cloth and threw it at a statue.

"Hey!"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS HONG KONG?! And knitting is so lame, go do something else for a hobby aru!"

"Pardon me but I did nothing to Hong Kong. In fact, I think he had turned out to be a splendid young gentleman. And knitting is cool."

"Pfft? Cool? About as cool as my non-existent vagina aru. Anyway, I caught him holding Iceland's hand."

"Iceland's a nice man."

"He's European! I don't want him being in a relationship with some outsider."

"You used to do it all the time."

My face grew warm.

"Excuse me? You flirted with me first."

"You asked to do the deed."

"SHUT UP ARU, STOP BEING SUCH A.." I couldn't find the right words for a minute. "A POOPY-HEAD. That's right, a poopy-head aru."

I smiled proudly, waiting for England to cry, hurt at my insult.

Instead, he laughed and he grabbed my hand.

"W-what are you doing?" I yelled, pulling it away. "What insolence!"

"I like you," he laughed. "So I'm holding your hand. Not only married people can do it nowadays you know. Friends can do it, lovers can do it and even old people can do it. Like you."

I glared at him.

"What's wrong with being old aru?"

"Nothing," he snorted and grabbed my hand again.

I rolled my eyes, face still warm. These youngsters nowadays!

..but maybe I can make an exception for England.

fin