China's Secret

by Thousnelda

Several years before the first opium war, China gave birth to Hong Kong; much to both of their surprise. Will a currently opium addicted China be able to take care of the child? Will he be able to tell the other parent, England, and how will he take the new when he finds out? Warning: some swearing, drug abuse, mention of rape and yaoi, and mpreg. rated M to be safe.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Not sure how well this will end up (I'm not the biggest buff on the opium wars so the setting may have some things wrong with it) but I wanted to do this story anyways. Enjoy!

Chapter one

"See you next month China," England said with a smug smile while leaving the Asian nation's house. The year was 1830, and the British Empire was currently acting as a main dealer for the drug version of opium in China. Not that England saw anything wrong with this; after all, the industry certainly did help reline his pockets after China initially decided to only trade for silver. China on the other hand was hurting, whether he was willing to except this or not.

China was trying to forget about all of this while smoking his pipe, but his mind would not allow it. While part of him said that it was alright to buy the substance, that there was no real harm in having a population addicted to it, he could still not help but feel humiliated by it and wish for trades to go back to the way they were before England discovered this trade. As he thought about this, he could not help but become slightly angered by the man and where he and his people sold his wares; only stopping when he suddenly felt a slight pain-like feeling followed by a wet feeling by his groin.

This was followed by another cramp, which while common for him recently stilled caused China to become curious as to what was happening. Due to his curiosity, he slowly left for his bathroom. Upon reaching it, he tiredly looked at himself in the mirror to see his now skinnier body. Still tired and a little dizzy, he sat down on the toilet and tried to rest while his body tried feeling as if to push something out. Thinking that he may simply need to do some business, he prepared himself. Several minutes later, a feeling of relief passed over him and he slowly stood back up. When he looked at where he was sitting however he fell over with surprise when he saw a small infant.

After carefully crawling over to the toilet, China slowly picked out the small infant and held it from a distance. The child was a boy, whose quietness and skinniness made China worry that the child was dead. His fear of this was then taken away when he noticed the child take in a deep breath and stare at china with large brown eyes.

Now recovered from this sudden fear, he grabbed a towel to clean off the child and once clean he took the baby to the other room. As he did this, he could not help but wonder how the child had come into being; after all, he did not even remember if it was possible to boy nations to have children or not. He was not that surprised about not realizing his pregnancy, for the symptoms from the constant opium abuse both from himself and his people most likely hid it.

He sat down tiredly and thought for a brief moment about how the other nations would react to him suddenly having a child. He did not even know who the other father was, or if he even had one. After thinking this, he began to rack his mind for any idea as to who the father could be. Then the name hit him; England.

The father had to be England. He was the only other nation that he had been with for amounts of time which he was fuzzy on when it came to remembering what happened. It was to China only a logical assumption that England tried something while he was not his alert self.

As China thought this over, he began to look at the now sleeping child with a hint of disgust. When he noticed himself doing this however, he gave out a sigh and held the child closer. It was not the boy's fault that his possible father was a perverted, power-hungry jerk or that his father/mother-figure could not remember what happened perfectly.

The child began to move as if to want food, he knew this motion very well from having to take care of his younger siblings when they were older infants and toddlers. With this in mind, China got up again with a struggle and went to the kitchen to see if he had any milk for the boy. After finding the milk and making sure that it was still alright, he began feeding it to the child. As he did this, he began to think about how the child was going to need a name.

Hong Kong. That was the town where England constantly came to sell his poison, and it would make for a good enough name until he could think of a proper human name for him.

So what is going to happen with China and Hong Kong?

As always, please review~