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Chapter two
It had been roughly four months since Hong Kong was born, and China had yet told any of the other nations about the child's existence; let alone telling England. His luck at hiding the child stopped however when Japan decided to visit his older friend. Japan had been busy with his own difficulties at the time, but he had become intrigued by what he had heard of China's addiction. Due to this curiosity, Japan decided to visit.
When Japan entered the house, he found the usually clean house filled with clutter; simply causing Japan to let out a sigh for being right to worry. Making sure not to step on anything, he made his way to China's bedroom to find the house owner asleep. Japan then began to step closer to check on him when he noticed that China was hugging something tight to him. What he was holding was a small boy. When Japan saw the child, he was shocked and began to violently waken China.
After several moments to fully awaken, China looked at Japan and asked why he was here. In response Japan said, "I could ask the same about that baby. Who is he?"
China looked between Hong Kong and Japan for several moments before saying, "You'll have to promise not to tell anyone, aru."
Japan agreed to this and listened as China continued, "I'm still not completely sure how it happened, aru, but several months ago I gave birth to this little boy. His name is Hong Kong, aru."
Japan stared at the infant for a moment before replying, "So then if you're the mother, than who is the father?"
China was silent for a moment while slowly whipping several stray hairs from Hong Kong's eyes before saying, "I'm not sure, aru. I think that it might be England, aru."
"England-san?" Japan asked in shock before pausing to think this news over. While Hong Kong did look more like China than possibly England, the boy did not look one hundred percent Asian either. From the way he heard the story, to Japan it sounded as if China did not know he was expecting; so then did England know that he had a possible son? At last Japan asked, "Does England-san know?"
"No, aru. And he is not to know, aru," China said sternly. In the few months he had been with the child, China had grown attached. He also knew that if England discovered that he had a son, chances were fairly good that he would try to take the child away. Due to this, China had already decided that England was above all not supposed to know about the child.
Japan thought for another moment while scanning the room before asking, "Are you sure you can take care of him by yourself? After all, you are not at one of you better times."
"I took care of you and the others just fine and I can do it again with him, aru," china snapped while holding tightly onto the child for fear that the Japanese man might try to take him. Japan however simply placed his hand up to show he meant no harm and tried to change the subject. After several more minutes, Japan decided that it was time for him to leave for his own home.
The next day, England came over to China's house to sell him more opium. Like what was becoming normal, China locked the child in his room while the Englishman was there and went to the living room to see him. Also as usual, as soon as China saw the substance in England's hand he became willing to do anything for it. England had arrived at the house in the middle of the afternoon and did not leave until the early hours of the morning; leaving China lying asleep with his pipe close to his hand, the air thick with smoke and his clothes scattered across the room.
It was not until the afternoon of the next day that China finally awoken to the noise of Hong Kong's strained cries. When he heard the noise, he began to stumble to the room and fumbled with the lock until it opened.
As he opened the door, he had to stop himself when he felt the door stop slightly against something. The something was Hong Kong, who upon seeing China began to reach out for the elder and cry again. In response, China simply stared at the hungry child in need of his assistance. China then looked at his still naked body with angry bruises littered across him.
In a wave of guilt, China kneeled down and drew the still crying child in for a hug, while beginning to sob out himself, "It's alright, aru, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, aru. I promise I'll make this up to you, somehow, aru."
After a long time, the two of them stopped crying, leading China to carry the baby to the kitchen and get both of them something to eat. All the while, China continued to think about what he would need to do if he was serious about taking care of Hong Kong properly.
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