Second prompt ! Facing the fear. I was hungry okay. I saw, once, a headcanon saying that Hong Kong ate a lot because he once starved almost to death, and was afraid of that, so. Sorry if it's not accurate, but I kinda like this idea, even if I didn't study Hong Kong's history.
Enjoy !
He ran, again, his path echoed while he ran down the street. He tried to be fast enough to escape from the man behind him. Said man yelled at him, finally catching the teen in the corner of a building. He kicked him on the face, causing the young man to fall down. The man took the little package he was holding, and gave him another slap before leaving. Alone on the sloppy ground, he curled up against the wet wall, sobbing quietly.
His stomach hurt, like he always did since that time. He groaned. All he wanted was food. Not even good food. A simple slice of bread, a spoon of something, something to fill a little his stomach will be enough. He gave a look at his hands. They were skinny. Horrifyingly skinny. They were almost only bones. He could say that he looked like a corpse. A corpse of someone who was starving to death. Tears didn't come anymore. His heart ached. All of his body ached. He was weak. So weak he wouldn't even move to go back home and stay away from the pouring rain.
"Hong Kong?"
A soft voice. This voice seemed far away, and he couldn't hear it much. He raised his head, looking at the street. Who was calling him? Why? What did he do this time? The little package of food he had stolen was taken back by its owner, so, he didn't do anything bad this time. He could therefore recognize this voice. A little. He knew this voice, but, he didn't meet its owner from now on. Why?
"Hong wake up! Wake up!"
He jumped, opening his eyes. He was finally awake, curled on his bed, the sheets around his not-so-skinny body. And Iceland sitting next to him, with a worried look on his face, purple eyes starring at him. Hong Kong sighed, it was a dream. Only a dream.
"Are you alright?
_ Yes, sorry Bingdao, I was, like… Having a bad dream.
_ I saw that. Wanna tell me ?
_ Nah it's fine. I guess you, like, know the feel.
_ … What feel ?
_ Starving."
Iceland remained silent. Of course he knew. He had also starved more than once in his long life. He could understand. He stroked Hong Kong's hair and stood up, stretching his arms.
"I see. Come downstairs, we're gonna have some breakfast, okay ?
_ Like, a big one?
_ Even bigger than America's ones."