Ok, so I've recently gotten into Hetalia, and so far I've realized that the Asian countries should get more focus! Britain had to raise America and a few others, none at the same time, poor China had Japan, Taiwan, Korea, and Hong Kong all as little kids all at the same time! So, I started looking for 'Big Brother China' stories, I found quite a few and really enjoyed them so I decided to do my own! Also, IMPORTANT! I took some major creative license in this story, I don't know if this relates to anything in China's history, I don't know if I got the age's right, I tried my very best to get it right, but it may be historically inaccurate. And also may be OOC, I tried to lessen the moods some of the nations have a little bit so I can make this work, I'm blaming it on the fact that they're all younger.
TO SOME OF YOU WHO READ MY OTHER STORIES!
If you read one of my Fairy Tail fic's, 'The Dragon's Journey home' you'll get this, this story is pre-typed, like the Dragon's Journey Home, meaning none of my focus will leave my currently working stories like Draconem Rising or the Chrysalis academy!
Ok? I'll even post a new chapter of Draconem after this just to prove it, it's just that I finished it a little while ago and couldn't take it anymore and wanted to post it really really bad so I did.
So, here we go, please enjoy...
"I'm home, aru!" China sang as he stepped through the door, the brown haired asian nation was dressed in his green and red military outfit, for he'd just returned from a tiring session with some other nations, all he wanted to do was collapse into bed and not move for the next twelve hours until part two of the meeting would begin and he'd have to race out the door to pretend to listen to all of them droning on and on about all sorts of nonsense.
But, of course, he'd never let on just how tired he was to the rest of his family, and to them always appeared to be bursting with energy.
"Nii-san!" Taiwan came barreling around the corner in joy, her long brown hair whipping around behind her, she was, physically, about six years old. She leapt up into her older brothers arms in joy, causing the latter to stumble back in order to properly catch her weight.
"We missed you! You've been gone for almost two days! You said you'd be home last night and we all stayed up real late but you never came back!"
The little girl whimpered, hugging China around the neck and tears welling up in her wide innocent eyes.
China hugged her tightly and kissed her on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, Mei, aru. Things got out of hand at the meeting, but after a bunch of political mumbo jumbo I don't think your old enough to understand yet, I finally managed to get away, aru!" China explained, Taiwan nodding her head to his every word.
"Well, umm...I'm sorry." She said softly.
"For what, little one, aru?" China asked.
"I'm really, really, really sorry, it was an accident!" Taiwan cried, China set her down and bent over slightly to allow her to lead him by the hand into the next room. He stared at the large porcelain vase, or at least, what was left of it, the ancient item had been knocked off of its pillar and smashed into pieces on the floor.
"Aii-yah! Taiwan!" China shouted, releasing the little girls hand and stooping to pick up a piece of shattered pottery.
"I-I was p-playing and I was running through here and I slipped on the rug and bumped into the pillar and the vase tipped over and fell off and I tried to catch it but it was to late and it almost landed on me but I jumped out of the way I wasn't sure what to do and a few minutes later you came home!" Taiwan sobbed out all in one breath, tears in her eyes as she balled up her tiny fists under her large sleeved dress.
China sighed and put a hand to his head, "Well, if it was an accident, as long as you clean it all up than I suppose it's okay, just be careful running through here, if your running in the house never wear socks because you don't have any grip on the wooden floor wearing them, aru!"
"Ok, Nii-san! I'll clean it up right after dinner! I'm really, really sorry though!" Taiwan sang, joyous that her beloved brother wasn't mad.
China shook his head, "It's was just a silly old vase." He passed it off.
That was when an explosion shook the oriental Chinese home, followed by a dismayed yell and a loud thud of a body hitting the floor.
"Aii-yah! Japan!" The older nation exclaimed when he saw the ball of navy blue and purple kimono with mop of black hair lying in the middle of the kitchen, next to the stove, which had blown up. Surrounded by rice that had flown everywhere. He himself was covered in sticky rice and had tears in his eyes, he was only, physically, seven years old.
"N-Nii-san?" Japan mumbled as China dropped down next to him and pulled him up into sitting position.
"What happened, aru?" The brunette demanded.
"W-Well..." Japan fiddled with his overly long sleeves as he spoke and China brushed some of the rice out of his inky black hair.
"I-I was afraid you weren't going to come home again tonight, and we were almost out of the left overs from the dinner you'd left for us. S-So I tried to make rice balls in case we ended up not having enough food to go 'round."
China sighed, it was obvious by the look on the young japanese's face that he was expecting some sort of punishment.
I know I should but...
China looked down at Japan, who was sitting and waiting for his brother to say something, with his giant light brown eyes wide open and looking slightly fearful, full ready to get what he deserved for blowing up the kitchen.
But it's not like he was trying to do something bad, he may have messed up a bit, ok a lot, but he was only trying to care for his younger siblings.
"Alright, aru." China began, giving Japan a stern look.
"Once we get a new stove I'll show you how to use it the right way so you don't blow anything up, aru. And until than your not allowed to use the stove without me unless it's an emergency, got it, aru?"
Japan looked shocked that he was off the hook so easily.
"Hai, arigato Nii-san." Japan said, just as China was about to tell the rice covered little boy to go and change, the sounds of a scuffle broke out outside.
"Oh no!" Taiwan exclaimed.
"Korea must be fighting again." Japan joined.
China raced outside with his little siblings following him in a flurry of whipping hair and overly long kimono sleeves to find Korea in an all out brawl with one of the village boys.
"You big stupid face! I kill you!" The boy screamed as he and Korea rolled all across the ground.
"I told you before I am a nation, dummy! You can't just kill me!" Korea barked back.
"Ha! You, a nation! Your not fit enough to call yourself a person, much less a place!"
"Aii-yah! Korea!" China moaned, clutching his head before storming forward and seizing his little brother by the collar of his white attire, dragging him away from the little human child.
"Who the heck are you, pony-tail!?" The irritating little boy asked jerkily.
China could now clearly see what had driven his brother to get in a fight with this kid.
"I am China, this my little brother Korea, and these two are Taiwan and Japan. I apologize if Korea has caused any trouble, but if it was you who started it, I believe you should begin the running away before I decide to give Japan a katana."
The boy took one look at the little glint in the small nation's otherwise emotionless light brown eyes when the idea of him maiming someone with a sword was mentioned, and was running for the hills before Japan could even take a step to ask if China was serious.
Japan cocked his head to the left slightly, his black bangs shifting.
"I'm not sure if him running is good or bad..." He grumbled.
"Good!" Taiwan sang as she patted her brother on the back and giggled.
China sighed as he set Korea down.
"What were you thinking, aru!? How could you just bring a human here and than decide to get into a fight of the fists, aru!?" China asked angrily as both Taiwan and Japan slowly sidled away from their brother, there was no way they were getting caught up in all that.
"He followed me, Nii-san!" Korea shouted back as China crossed his arms.
"When I was in town he asked me my name and I said 'I'm Korea' and he starting laughing and all the others starting laughing to. I ran home and he followed me, and he kept insulting our home and me and I got so mad I just...bang!" The little boy cried, throwing a punching motion in the air.
China scowled and flicked him hard in the forehead.
"You do not use your country name in a town, aru! You playing with humans? Use human name, aru! You have one for a reason!" China ordered, his eyes drilling into those of his brothers.
Korea just huffed, crossed his arms, covered in his way overlong sleeves, and turned up his nose, not saying a word.
China massaged his forehead as he thought about what to do before turning to inspect the rest of his garden. He found the mute face of Hong Kong sitting under his cherry blossom tree, practicing calligraphy.
"You see, look at Hong Kong, aru! Why can't you three be calm and just play without breaking things or harming people or blowing stuff up, or practice without spilling ink everywhere, your all older than him aren't you, aru?"
"Um..Nii-san?" Taiwan asked whilst pulling gently on her brothers long green sleeve.
"What is it, aru?" China asked, squatting down to her level.
"I think those papers Hong Kong is writing on are your calligraphy scrolls for the next world meeting." Taiwan said with a definite sound in her squeaky voice, pointing at Hong Kong with her own long sleeves sliding forward to cover up her hand.
"AII-YAH! Hong Kong!" China wailed, sprinting over and seizing the papers from the tiny boys hands.
A quick scan of them confirmed that they were indeed his world meeting notes, and his little brother had scrawled his, honestly rather well done, calligraphy all over them.
"Hong Kong why would you write on these papers when there's plenty of blank papers and scrolls in the bottom drawer of the desk in my office for all of you to use, aru!" China demanded.
The emotionless face turned up to him and blinked.
"I couldn't, like, get the drawer open, but I, like, really wanted to practice, so I got the next papers I could, like, find. I'm sorry, Nii-san." Hong Kong murmured, hanging his head.
China shook his head but said nothing as he collected the ruined scrolls.
He wrote on all of them! Each one he covered in symbols and drawings! I'll have to start all over again!
China thought furiously as he gathered up all of the ink and brushes with his little siblings gathered together and watching anxiously.
"All of you are to go and wash up, than get changed for dinner, Japan, you need to be sure you get all of the rice out of your hair."
Japan fiddled with a particularly rice incased strand.
"Sorry..." He said again.
China frowned at the four of them, "While you do that, I'll have to sweep up the broken glass, pick up all the pots and pans, sweep up all the spilt rice, fix dinner with a blown up stove, send a letter to that kids parents apologizing for Korea attacking him, than I'm going to have to re-write my entire scroll for the next world meeting, which is tomorrow! So after dinner, no dessert, study, bedtime! Now get going!"
China ordered, so furious his little speech tick was gone, pointed at the door to the house.
All of the kids dropped their heads, turned and dejectedly went to do as they were told.
China massaged his head when they were gone and let out a long breath, he didn't know how much more he could take of this.
Done! Thank you for reading! I really hope this gets a good response because, even though there are a lot, I think there should be tons of Asian family bond stories on here, so please favorite, follow, an review! Thanks!