Argh-tor: Yes, a new story! This time, it's centred towards one of my favourite nations.....HONG KONG! Kinda weird how NO ONE ever knows how this small boy came up? Well, with this fictionalised account, you do!

This story is not factually correct, but I try my best as much as I can to make it as accurate as I can from my cereal box knowledge....All I can say is, I try to make it as believable as I can.

Dedicated to my best friend, YJ, who loves Hong Kong as much as I do, and the one who suffers the most with my paranoia....this is for you!

Oh, I don't own Hetalia......much of Hong Kong's personality is my own invention....but I still don't own him.....sad...I know.....

Aiyaahh!!!! : The Adventures of a Small Chinese SAR.

Long Before Your Time.....

The Great Wang Yao, personification of the Middle Kingdom; second ( to many people's view) only to the Emperor whose Mandate to Rule was given from Heaven; the representation of the people, the culture and the land, was bored.

It may have come as a shock from many to hear that even nations, with their great status and their massive importance , still acted like humans. Yao himself was secretly amused at the ideas that his people had about nations.

Why, just a few days ago, on his anonymous visits outside the palace, he had heard that the nation of China was actually a " massive dragon, of 500 feet long , red and gold in colour, with pearl claws and a lion heart" who would, " destroy a human with a slash of talons " if one were to only gaze upon his appearance, and had a taste of a certain type of meat that was only bred 3000 feet below the sea."

Well, okay, Yao had, in his boredom, had concocted the rumours for his own amusement. But it was generally funny , what the humans believed in.

Still, it was rather boring, being one of his own kind. He had not, for a long while, had any visits from his own states, they being busy with affairs in their own provinces, and his favourite younger brother, the personification of Japan, was over the seas and , from what he heard, entering that stage when he was not very social . ( He heard that word before...but it slipped off his tongue.....hikkikomori?) So Yao was now , besides immersing himself in the politics and state of his own country, extremely idle.

Bored.

Boredom.

Boring , boring..bo-OOOM!!

Yao felt himself fall out of his chair in shock. The sudden noise that ripped through the air had shook him into alertness, losing every trace of the regal, yet lazy nation that was before.

Guards ran into the room, spears thrust out in a bid to protect the emperor and the nation. As the building shook again, Yao heard one of the guards shout, " We're under attack!"

Yao himself grabbed the dagger he kept in the long sleeves of his outfit, and unsheathed it, blade glinting in the bright light, " Protect the Emperor!" He shouted, as he broke free of the circle of guards to run out of the room. A few followed him, while the others remained behind to keep the bewildered Emperor under their protection.

He ran out into the courtyard, eyes ablazed, heart secretly lifting. Finally, an attack! Something exciting and unknown was afoot, and he , the Great Middle Kingdom, was going to be at the foot of it! He could almost smell the scent of the enemy, his long fangs bared in attack, his eyes aglow in red, his hair white , the colour of death...( Across the globe, in a certain country in Europe, a boy like nation who fitted the description of the vision caught a sudden sneezing fit, upsetting the small yellow bird on his head.)

" Da Ren!" A guard shouted, spear in one hand and grabbing on to a red , moving fabric. " We've caught him sneaking around the back of the courtyard!"

Yao, attention diverted, took a better look at the moving fabric, which seemed to be dressing a small , skinny boy. With short, black hair that reached his shoulders, he did not have the same look as the children did in the capital. Nor did he seem poor like the village children did in the outskirts of the capital , as the fabric of the outfit he was wearing was clean, and of rather good quality. The sleeves of the outfit, however, seemed too big, as it went past his hands, now currently clenched in fists that were used to hit his captor. The guard had flinched and grabbed the child by the arms, but the boy ( or was it a girl?) had anticipated the move, having then kicked the older man on the shin. The man howled in pain, and the boy's head turned to look around the crowd, flickering from one face to another until his gaze rested on Yao's.

Yao had to shudder. The boy had the same eyes he did. Except instead of being filled with childish glee, the same golden brown eyes were steady, calm .Not befitting a child of his age. More of a bored gaze.

Who was this child? He marvelled, gazing at the stoic face.

Then finally, it clicked.

" Guards!" He ordered, grabbing the attention of them. " I want to be alone. Leave me with the boy and check on the Emperor and the Royal Family."

The guards nodded and left, leaving only silence and the boy.

Yao bent down to get a proper look of the boy. His earlier instinct was correct. The aura he gave Yao...only his other states and Kiku had a similar feel to it. And it made sense, if he thought it through. Nations had to be discovered, and thus would draw attention to bigger nations to discover them , giving off signals that only nations would understand. There was no question about it. This boy was one of them. Judging by his speech, it was obvious he was speaking a similar dialect of his state of Guangzhou, which meant he was the embodiment of a state or nation nearby that area. Wasn't there a small island off the coast which had , for many years been a small fishing village? From what he remembered, the place was gaining a reputation for becoming a port people used to rest at when the ships came, making it a good place for trade. It was obvious that the small nation was born there, it fitted .

But he had to make sure. Enemies were everywhere nowadays, and it was essential to make sure that this nation-boy, with the stunt that he had just pulled, was not an unfriendly nation.

Sitting down on his chair, Yao , mustering all the regality that begat his status, addressed the boy. " Who are you that dares to attempt a destroying of the grand palace?"

The small boy looked at him in the eyes and said, "The grand palace thingy was grabbing too much attention. "

That wasn't something Yao was expecting." Excuse me?"

The smaller boy looked up at the older nation and gestured. " I kept being dragged from my place cause someone just kept calling me here and I walked for so many days to reach this place. And I found this place that kept calling me, So I came."

The speech was a bit abstract for Yao to understand , but he attempted to decipher it. "So you meant to say that something attracted you from your place to come and find it. And you travelled for many days to reach the spot that kept calling you to it."

The small boy nodded.

Fascinating. Yao thought. Considering the boy was a child-nation, he could already register what were nation auras. These were auras that drew nations to others, and helped in the discovery of a new nation or states. In this case, Yao had felt so many auras nearby him that it overwhelmed his senses and he had to do his best to make out which nations they were. In this case, this boy could register a nation aura from his place and came to him instead of Yao discovering him. What could this mean?

It was obvious that while this nation was definitely giving an aura similar to China's, there was a spiked difference in the feeling, as though it was part of China, and yet not part of the nation. It was no wonder that this boy was so much different from the other capitals and other nations nearby. He coming to Yao had already registered how different he was. This was indeed a special child...

But not so special that made him above the law...

"So why did you attack the palace?"

The boy deadpanned, "The place kept calling me to it, and it was so noisy. I came here and the place sort of glowed and got noisier. So I threw my pao so that I can destroy it."

Yao was speechless. It took him a minute to open his mouth and form the words, " You destroyed part of the palace so that you could destroy the hold it had on you?"

"It was too attractive. I had to destroy it cause it was getting annoying."

The older nation was now so shocked he had no idea what to say.

The smaller nation started to fidget and asked, " Do you have any food? I'm starving."

" So tell me about how you managed to destroy part of the palace." Yao asked, sitting across from the smaller boy-area entity, who was currently stuffing his face with white buns and small shrimps dumplings placed on the table . It was obvious that the smaller boy had not eaten for days, and judging by the look on his face, the food was better than whatever fare he usually had.

The boy was happily chewing on the food, looking exactly like a chipmunk. " Whad ish deesh ? " He swallowed. "Yummy."

" It's called Man Tou. There're plain white buns that you can stuff with food or whatever you want. And that is Xia Jiao." Said the older man. "Now how did you destroy that part of the palace?"

" That's a stupid name, Xiao Jiao." said the smaller boy, staring at the white translucent skin of the dumpling. " You should call it something else."

Yao bristled slightly at the idea of his language being called stupid , but tried his best to calm down. The boy was only a child-nation, after all. " We call it differently in different parts of Chinese. In the towns of Fuchou, they call the shrimp "hae" , which in the southern parts , like Guangchou, I believe they would call it " Har" . Now, how did you destroy the palace?"

" I'll call it har gao , then." Said the small boy. " That sounds better. Your version makes it sound so girly."

Yao had to further restrain himself from strangling the young boy- sorry, nation. Instead he commented , lightly, " Of course, they say Mandarin is the language of the Scholars..."

" I thoughts girls couldn't be scholars." The young nation said petulantly.

Now Yao could feel a vein bursting from his forehead. " I am not a girl."

The boy showed no outward sign of surprise. " So you're one of those Tong seng boys, huh?"

The feminine looking man could no longer restrain his anger. " What did you use, damnit?!"

" Please, no need for anger. " said the younger nation. " It gives you wrinkles, quite bad for someone as feminine as you."

Yao could no longer decide whether to strangle him first or to throw him to the dungeons.

" I made it out of this sort of powder." The nation said nonchalantly." Then I wrapped it in this cloth and set it off with fire. It then makes a loud banging noise and destroys stuff."

The nation of China started to run through his options, calculating the pros and cons . The young boy could definitely not be able to stay by himself. As of now , it seemed as though he had no idea of his unique status. Somebody had to mentor him, as he did with his own states and younger brother. There was also the fact that the young nation was especially smart, having the ability to create and make things, especially those of destructive nature. His intellect could be an asset or a weapon in the wrong hands, as seen from the use of the device . Did he invent the powder? How did it work? Was it possible to replicate the bomb again? It was therefore essential for him to stay with Yao .

But there was also the problem of the boy being really annoying.

Yao had not looked after a smaller nation since the last time he had Kiku and was dreadfully rusty with children. What was more, it was obvious this one was not as well behaved as his other states. It would take a man with courage of steel to handle him.

Was he still capable of looking after a younger brother again?

Before he could decide, there was a small tug on his sleeve, drawing his attention downwards. Looking down, he could see the small golden eyes of the small boy looking up to him.

" So , if you're not a girl, what are you, then?" asked the smaller boy.

Deciding that the boy had a say to his future, Yao sat the boy down and looked at him earnestly. " Firstly, young one, there are some things that I am about to tell you that you would have to pay much attention to."

The young boy nodded, giving Yao an indication to go on.

" The reason why you were drawn to this place was because ....well....you are what we call an embodiment of an area. We have different statuses of these personifications. And you are what we call a nation. I am one too."

The boy was quiet, prompting Yao to continue with his speech to break the silence.

" Nations, due to an innate sense ,are drawn to other nations , which explains how you were able to find me, and I was able to identify you-"

" So it's your fault that I am drawn to this place, then!"

" Well, in a way, yes. In light of these circumstances, you might have to stay here in the palace. One, because of your size, you are a child, which means you are a developing nation. Because of which, you need someone to teach you in the ways of what nations can do. Secondly, you need an older nation for protection , so that you can rely on them in case of problems in your area. This would be helpful in your growth and development. Do you follow me?"

The boy said, " To grow, I need protection and help, so that I can develop my nation and its economy. The development of a nation and its people equates to the aging of a nation, right? Is this why I've been stuck in this size for 10 years?"

Yao could not confirm for sure, but nodded. The boy caught on faster than he thought. " So , it's your decision. Do you want to stay here?"

The boy thought for a bit, then asked. " What if I don't want to?"

The nation solemnly replied. " Well, firstly, you might be attacked by other nations. Really, I am considered a better mentor and boss compared to other nations. You would not want to be caught by the western nations. "The thought of a western nation like his next door nation Russia being an older brother to this small boy made Yao shudder, despite the fact that it was the height of summer. "They would not be as nice as I would be about destroying their buildings. "

The boy looked unfazed . " Anything else?"

Yao tried to think of another reason." Erm...well....You won't be able to grow up faster!"

" To be frank, I don't really care about growing. It doesn't cramp my style." The boy stoically said.

" Erm...you won't be able to become smarter!"

" Eh, well...if there are other nations out there , I can always learn from them, right?"

By the gods, thought Yao. He's smarter than he looks. Time to bring out the big guns.

" Oh...okay....in that case, it's fine if you go with them.... you can go off."

The boy was about to jump off his chair, when Yao continued. " But it's too bad....you won't be able to get any more of this food."

The little nation paused.

Sensing a crack. Yao continued. " And it's too bad too...If you stay here, you can always get good fare...After all...as a nation, you have the privilege of being able to get good snacks whenever you want....and you won't if you leave...."

No movement, but Yao could sense a feeling of doubt cross the nation's mind.

" And you know...there are more types of such food....we have a large variety....and if you leave...you'll never know what kind of they had....."

The smaller boy was trembling. He was getting to him.

" No more man tou....no more xia jiao...."

" Okay! Okay! I'll stay!" the smaller nation yelled, tears nearly pooling around his eyes

And Yao knew he had won.

" You know, if you're going to stay here, you're going to get a title and a personal name... " murmured Yao, brushing the hair of the boy.

The younger nation scowled." Don't think just because you got your wish you can order and subject me to your whims and notions. " he retorted , wriggling slightly out of the grip of the older nation. Yao had placed him on his lap in a bid to untangle his hair better. He could smell the jasmine the palace maids had used on the boy's hair, making him smell especially nice.

Yao ignored him. " I know the place you came from....I've been there before....a nice place....surrounded by so much water , has wonderful mountains....and if you stand in a certain way, you can smell this glorious scent .....I think it was at the top of the mountains where it meets the seas...." He set down the comb and looked at the boy. " You know, I should title you on something relating to that scent..."

" Oh no...." the boy deadpanned. " Another girly reference ...I could have gotten a manlier nation as a big brother...but no....."

Yao chuckled. " I'm too tired to argue with you, considering the damage you made to the palace. I had to draft so many reports explaining to the guards , the head of security AS WELL as the Emperor to explain what happened to the palace as well as convince them to let you stay. And the Emperor wants to have an audience with you tomorrow morning, you know .He wants to see who is the new younger brother I am taking care of."

Dressed in a more comfortable blue padded jacket , the fabric overwhelmed the smaller boy, giving him the look of a cuddly stuffed animal. In a way, it reminded Yao of the first time he had found little Kiku. Yao had to restrain himself from cuddling the boy again before he continued, " So , what do I call you?"

The boy tried to wriggle out of his grip, again failing . " If you're going to call me something, you might as well call me " boy" . " The boy said.

Yao chuckled again, before he realised that he had a name. " Fragrant and harbour......."he murmured. " Xiang Gang it is!"

The boy mulled it over and said, " Smells Nice Harbour?"

" Fragrant Harbour." Yao scolded.

" I don't like it."

" I have a feeling you don't like a lot of things....like everything I do."

" Why must you make my title sound so....girly." said the smaller boy, looking rather petulant and defiant.

" Well, why don't you call yourself something in your dialect?" said Yao, gently tucking a lock of hair behind the boy's ear.

The boy thought for a bit, before he said, " Okay! My name is Heung Gong!"

After a few minutes, the nation said, " Is that not basically Xiang Gang in your dialect?!"

" You said I could name myself whatever I want. " said that small nation. " I want to be titled as Heung Gong. It sounds kinda cool, compared to Xiang Gang. Now that was kinda girly."

Deciding not to pick out the loopholes in that argument, Yao continued, " Now all I need is a personal name....."Said he. Placing the small boy down, Yao went out to the window , trying to find a name that suited that small strange boy, while said boy felt golden eyes began to droop, then close and his chest gently rose up and down in sleep. Yao smiled slightly at the sight, while his mind furiously began its search for the perfect name.

Nothing seemed to fit until his eyes rose up to meet the darkening skies.

And he had it.

" Xing Chi." He drew it out, testing the sound of it.

If combined with his own surname of Wang, a definition which meant King, the name would thus mean "a king bestowed upon the stars."

It suited the smaller boy, whom Yao could see had much intelligence. The explosive items he made today proved that the boy indeed had much to offer.

The gods had indeed sent him the boy and given him talents for a reason.

And he would do whatever he could to find out why, no matter how long it took.

Even if the boy killed him first with his maddening behaviour.

Argh-tor's Notes: Da Ren - literally means big person, an honorific for high ranking officials of the palace.

Xia Jiao- Shrimp dumplings in Mandarin. In Cantonese, it's Har Gao....I'm more familiar with the Cantonese names of food, so don't kill me....

Man tou- white, plain flat buns.

Tong Seng- Literally, " Same sex", used to reference to gay people in Cantonese.

Xing Chi- ( written as 星赐 ) Bestowed upon by the stars.

This story would have a mixture of Mandarin and Cantonese, cause it's the only two Chinese dialects I am most familiar with. I can do a bit of Hokkien, but I'm frightfully bad at it.......argh.....

So! Do you like my version of Hong Kong? I was writing his personality in my stories and my friend is a huge fan of him, so I decided that as a gift, I would write a story based on him! The story's gonna be non -linear, so expect jumps into the future and to the present. Be prepared to see other nations, including Vietnam and Singapore..... God...don't you just hate me ruining all your fantasies? Yay to me!

Ooh! And review, please! I want feedback on this to see if its good enough.