Ok so here is how it worked. I had several requests to write another chapter, and I thought no problem. I started writing thinking things like oh my god this is going to be f******* great I am so smart f*** yeah I am awesome. Then I woke up in the morning, no longer high on sugar, and looked at what I wrote. Long story short, scrapped the first chapter already written, tried again, gave up halfway through and came up with this instead. Not my best ever but I hoped it would work until I write the next one. I don't own APH or anything like that.

Hong Kong was sick and not happy about that fact. Not only was he stuck home alone, but he had invited Canada over and the other nation would arrive shortly. Hong Kong wanted to meet his new brother but, instead of being elated that the nation would be arriving shortly, he only felt miserable. He had been preparing for this visit all week and did not want to ruin it by being sick. Can't help it though, Hong Kong thought to himself wryly. Limping and hunched over, he made his way into the living room. Once he looked it over quickly to ensure everything was in order he collapsed on the coach, his long sleeved red kimono he habitually wore clinging to him with sweat. What a time to get a fever, Hong Kong thought to himself yet again.

Ding Dong

No, not now. Hong Kong lurched to his feet and stumbled down the hall towards the door, his vertigo returning with a vengeance. To his credit he almost made it, but he still collapsed in the hallway, pulling down a lamp near him in his attempt to maintain his footing.

Matthew waited outside of Hong Kong's house, holding a carefully wrapped box close to his body. His blue dress shirt and pants clung to him in the heat to which he swooned in, not accustomed to the temperatures of the far east. Matthew casually walked up the steps to the porch, noting the tidiness of the lawn and residence before him. He stopped before the door and ran a hand through his hair.

"I was right no to bring Kuma here, the heat would kill him." Right after finishing that though he pressed the doorbell, hearing the reassuring call that would inform his host he had arrived. Turning to enjoy the view in silence he begun to hum a short tune before an ear splitting crash came from the interior of Hong Kong's house.

Matthew whirled to regard the home. Though the sound did not repeat, the lack of his host was quite disconcerting. He rang the doorbell another time but heard nothing from inside the house. Massaging his temples, he considered the best course of action for him. It was unlikely the other nation was alright and so he had to act fast. After fidgeting for another minute he finally gained the courage necessary and... Checked under a nearby rock for a spare key. Fortunately there was one (though he would have to ask Hong Kong to hide it a bit better next time, really a rock?) and so Matthew, after taking a steadying breath, unlocked and pushed the door open to face a most unfortunate scene.

Hong Kong lay on the floor, a broken lamp next to him and the small nation was not moving. Matthew began to panic. Stay calm, stay calm, you can't help him if you're no worse off than he is. Bending over, he picked up the smaller nation and gently took him into the living room, laying him out on the couch. Laying his palm across Hong Kong's forehead, he tried to gauge the other nation's temperature. It was way too hot to be good.

"What do I need, what do I need? Cold towel, right." Matthew ran towards the kitchen and found a small facecloth in one of the drawers. Wetting it with cold water under the sink he hurried back and placed it on the other nation's forehead. Taking a step backwards he pondered the next step. I need some light blankets and to... get him out of that kimono.

It was a somewhat awkward endeavour to say the least, as the shy Canadian had some reservations to undressing his younger brother. Nevertheless the deed was done and Hong Kong lay on his coach, sporting a t-shirt and a pair of white dress pants underneath several light layers of sheets. It was fortunate that the nation was wearing those articles beneath the loose kimono or it would have been extremely awkward for Matthew. After sighing to himself, glad that he was on the right track, Matthew glanced around the room, wondering what the next step should be.

A musical sound came from Hong Kong's Kimono. Reaching his hand inside the pocket, he pulled out a red cell phon. Thank god, Matthew thought, maybe it's another nation and he could ask what the next steps he should take are. Turning open the phone, Matthew put it next to his ear.

"Hong Kong, are you there, it's me China, how are you? You didn't look to well earlier, aru." Surprised by the sudden voice, Matthew stuttered before realizing who the other had said they were. Thank god, China would know what to do with the feverish nation.

"Hello Yao, It's me Ca-"

"Who the hell is this, where's Hong Kong, aru?"

"Uh, he's indisposed at the moment, anyway I-"

"What do you mean indisposed? What's going on over there, aru?"

"Well, I-"Canada paused, hearing a groan from the living room, "I'm sorry China I have to go." Canada answered quickly, closing the cell phone with a dull clack and dashing back to the coach. Kneeling beside it, he examined the sick nation with worried eyes. Hong Kong moaned again and his eyes fluttered open.

"Ca-na-da." Hong Kong began before shaking his head slightly in confusion. When he opened his eyes again they were considerably clearer. "What are you doing here?" Matthew laughed slightly at that.

"You invited me here remember?" He told the ill nation softly. Hong Kong blinked again before nodding in the affirmative. "Anyway, I came to the door and rang the doorbell when I heard a loud crash, so once I came in_"

"You broke my door down?" Hong Kong muttered softly, wincing at the thought of the damages caused to his home. Matthew quickly shook his head.

"No, I found the spare key; anyway, I brought you into the living room and tried to bring your fever down. I hope it was all right that I came in." Hong Kong laughed in internal mirth at the awkward nation, though outwardly he showed nothing. The other nation seemed so flustered; it was hard to keep a straight face.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Hong Kong assured the other nation in a monotone, though weak, voice before laying his head back down in exhaustion.

"Do you need anything?" Matthew asked in concern.

"Some water would be nice." Hong Kong murmured softly. Matthew nodded and rose to his feet, making his way towards the kitchen. Hong Kong sighed at his predicament. At least we're spending time together, he thought with a slight and wry smile.

China closed his cell phone; it was obvious what had happened to his dear brother. Another person answering his brother's phone, they're refusal to supply a name and the cutting off of the conversation. There was only one answer, Hong Kong had been kidnapped! China grabbed his coat and stormed out the door, he only hoped he wasn't too late to save his little brother.

So bam, the end. Next chapter will be more interesting, promise.