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It's the first time I wrote a fan fiction. Feel free to review!
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Although it has passed more than one hundred years, Hong Kong still remembered the day when he was taken away from China. All the memories about that moment were as vivid as they just happened yesterday.
It was 1840.
Arthur Kirkland broadened into a smile. He held Hong Kong's right hand tightly and said, "Good boy, let's go home." Hong Kong made no response but followed the blond Briton. The boy wasn't intended to accuse Arthur of pouring large numbers of opium into his motherland and didn't even have the nerve to cast a glimpse of his brother, his inky eyes teeming with tears.
The strong survived; the weak went to the ground.
It is one of the rules of the world, cruel but realistic.
No matter how hard Hong Kong struggled, neither he nor China was capable of changing the miserable fate. What they could do was to succumb to the reality, he knew it.
Simultaneously a wave of exasperation hit Wang Yao and made him clench fists tighter and tighter. He crouched in the corner and couldn't help shivering out of pain in the chest. The wounds under bondages all over his body would almost kill him. Knowing himself was too weak to protect his little brother, Wang Yao gave up resisting and despairingly saw the form of Arthur Kirkland and Hong Kong faded away. Exhausted though he was, the old nation shouted at the top of his voice.
"I swear, I swear that one day, I'll become strong again, take the crown of the world and take my brother back! Sooner or later I'll pay back what you did to me, I mean what I say!"
Arthur pretended not to hear the provocation and kept going ahead. Nevertheless, Hong Kong felt something deep inside his chest were broken into pieces.
He turned back, all of a sudden, and murmured.
"I'll wait for you."
At that point, all the pride that 4,000-year-old nation owned had collapsed to the ground. Tears were totally out of control, those floods immediately blurred his delicate face.
For a long time, the promise echoed in Hong Kong's mind, recalling the fact that they were brothers. The same black eyes, the same inky hair, the same language and characters they share, all these elements told him, only the eastern continent was where his heart belonged to.
Maybe I could return someday, he convinced himself of the tiny wish. Hong Kong was so young a boy that he believed any possibilities might lie in the future. Probably it was a new start of a completely different life. Going to England? Maybe was not as terrible as exaggerated. Anyway, who knew?
Arthur took Hong Kong as the apple of his eyes. The way he threw looks upon the boy was extremely similar with what he used to treat Alfred, the one who he fell in love with at first sight and dedicated all he'd got to. Ironically, everything was over when his ungrateful brother opened fired against him. Arthur made up his mind to take care of this child attentively for he hated to see the past repeat itself.
"From now on, I am your elder brother." Arthur's finger gently ran through Hong Kong's silky hair with delight. He gave the boy a grin.
Hong Kong nodded, expressed a prim smile in return. He knew he was stepping on a new journey full of unknown adventure.
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To be continued…
Well, colonization is injustice to a certain extent. Nevertheless objectively, it may bring about some limited benefits as well. For some reason, this fiction is dedicated to 12th anniversary of Hong Kong's return.