So, ya. I finally think I know how to continue with this series. Good news huh. Anyway disclaimer time, I own nothing but the story blah blah blah.
"Here's the water." Matthew handed the glass to Hong Kong, who accepted the cup gladly. Smiling slightly he sipped it a bit before glancing at the blonde busying himself in the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat now, or some tea?"
"No, though some tea would be nice." Hong Kong mentioned monotonously. Old habits, he supposed noticing his tone. Occasionally he heard mutterings from the other nation as he opened cupboards and looked on shelves for the tea. Hong Kong watched as the Canadian searched. Tea, he thought, how... familiar. He closed his eyes and relaxed on the cushions and soon fell into his memories.
"Where are we going brother?" Hong Kong looked up to his brother's face. China kept his mouth in a tight line and kept his eyes closed nearly as tightly as his mouth as he stopped walking along the docks. He turned to Hong Kong and squatted down before him. Placing his hands on Hong Kong's shoulders he opened his eyes and looked directly into the others. Hong Kong held in a gasp as he saw the emotionless eyes. They were like a pair of mirrors, reflecting everything and showing nothing of their own. He looked tired, Hong Kong thought.
China seemed about to speak but, instead, grabbed Hong Kong's hand and stood, marching away quickly and dragging the younger nation. Startled, Hong Kong stumbled before regaining his feet and hurriedly followed his brother. Fairly running (though China was only taking longer strides) Hong Kong finally stumbled and fell, sniffing back a tear that threatened to roll down his cheek. Stopping, China regarded his young brother and shook his head.
"Let us hope you can become stronger, aru." Hong Kong lifted his head at the whispered words before being scooped up by China. Cradling the boy to his chest he continued his walk. Hong Kong turned from his brother's expressionless face to regard the ship they were approaching. It was not a Junker, one of the Chinese ships he usually saw docked at his harbour. It was European, and an individual standing before the gang plank turned to observe the two nations approach, grinning widely. Suddenly, Hong Kong felt very apprehensive of approaching the ship and began to try and struggle free. China's grip, however, was like iron and could not be broken.
"Is this him?" Hong Kong stopped his struggles to observe the speaker. Dressed in typical European attire, he resembled the business men that commonly frequented his docks in order to trade. Wearing a high quality black business suit and tie adorned with the union jack. His short blonde hair looked unkempt but his eyebrows were massive, like a pair of caterpillars had crawled onto his face and froze there. He wore a large smirk and looked greedily at Hong Kong.
"Indeed it is aru." Hong Kong looked to China to, only to see the same lack expression on his face from before. Suddenly, he felt China push him into the other man's arms. Startled by the sudden action he forgot to struggle and merely stared at his older brother with wide eyes. China glanced down at him, but showed nothing. It was then that Hong Kong realized that he would no longer be staying with his older brother. That realization only made him scowl at his older brother, eyes narrowed. China seemed to flinch at this and looked to the European instead. The stranger placed his hand on top of Hong Kong's head, causing the young nation to start.
"I'll see you soon to discuss additional terms of your surrender." The man, no, he was another nation. Hong Kong realized this, feeling the unspoken connection, like the one felt with his brothers. He turned his head to regard the bright green eyes of the nation who held him.
"Very well, aru. I shall see you then England." Hong Kong saw China begin to turn his head to look at him, and pointedly looked away. He heard a sigh and watched out of the corner of his eye China turn away and start walking back down the docks. Finding himself lowered to the ground, he turned to examine the nation known as England. England smiled broadly.
"Come. It's time I gave you a proper education. We're going to London." He added grabbing Hong Kong's hand and pulling him towards the waiting ship. Hong Kong, numbed by the experience, cast a last look at the direction China had left in. Turning back to the ship, his eyes had taken on an uninterested look and his face was impassive. He found the expression comfortable, and somehow appropriate.
"Arthur, you're back. I missed you!" Hong Kong glanced down the gangplank to the two figures waiting for them. The months at sea had been frustrating and dull but now they reached their destination, London. The two boys looked similar, Hong Kong noticed as he followed England down to the dock. Both were around the same height, had blonde hair and wore glasses. The one who had spoken earlier, however, had a cowlick and bright blue eyes while the other had a single curl of hair instead and violet eyes. "Where did you go?" England shook his head and smiled at the loud boy.
"Business," Hong Kong and England finally reached the ground, "and look, I brought home a new brother for you." Though Hong's face betrayed nothing, he couldn't help but notice how he had been mentioned as though he was a gift for the boy, and that the other boy was overlooked entirely.
"Really, wow," he leaned down and stared directly into Hong Kong's eyes, who found how close he was very disconcerting, "you dress funny, my names Alfred or America if you prefer, that's my twin over there," he waved offhandedly at the other boy, "do you talk? You have a weird haircut." Though momentarily taken aback by the sudden barrage of words Hong Kong quickly recovered and stared right back into the Americans eyes. He had learned English from England over the voyage and was now glad he had.
"Hello America I am Hong Kong. I find you rude and obnoxious and I possibly hate you." Hong Kong stated in a steady and monotone voice, smiling internally at the look of confusion that replaced the smile previously on the American's face.
"Hong Kong, that wasn't very nice." England stated, grabbing his shoulder. "Apologize to Alfred." Hong Kong looked up to England's face slowly.
"If I do not say sorry sincerely then I may as well not at all." England appeared taken aback at this and stuttered for a moment. Hong Kong looked back to see the other boy, the one with purple eyes bury his face in the bear (a pure white bear, not black and white like China's) and shake with laughter. Somehow, Hong Kong felt validated by that. England growled and pulled his hand back.
"Follow me." He muttered and began to walk away. Alfred followed after shooting Hong Kong a glare and the purple eyed boy brought up the rear with Hong Kong beside him. The boy turned his head to Hong Kong and smiled shyly.
"I'm Matthew, or Canada. Nice to meet you." He said extending his hand. After examining it for a moment, Hong Kong bowed his head slightly instead. A bit flustered, Matthew pulled his hand back and brought the bear back up to his chin. "Do you like... tea?" Matthew tried instead. Hong Kong glanced at him and quirked an eyebrow in an unspoken question. "I mean, it's ok if you don't, I was just curious. We have a fair bit at the house and I just thought you might like some..." He trailed off and pulled the bear closer to his face.
"Who?" the bear murmured, causing both of Hong Kong's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. He thought it was stuffed. The boy seemed to ignore it though he did sigh slightly. Hong Kong stayed silent for a few more minutes, turning his head to regard their direction of travel.
"I like green tea." Hong Kong finally mentioned to the other boy. Matthew seemed to brighten considerably at this.
"Really, we have a lot of different types, would you like to take a look when we get to the house?" Hong Kong glanced back to the other boy. The boy's eyes were wide with genuine interest.
"Sure." Hong Kong told the other boy neutrally, who smiled even wider.
"Tea's almost ready." Hong Kong started from his daydreams, turning his head from the place on the coach to observe the approaching Canadian with two cups and saucers. Placing a saucer beside Hong Kong on the coffee table Matthew took a seat opposite on a plush chair. Green tea, Hong Kong noted examining his cup.
"Feeling better?" He asked in concern. Hong Kong nodded and opened his mouth to reply.
Crash
Hong Kong sat up and whipped his head around to stare at the entrance to his home with his usual blank expression, hiding his shock well at the abrupt sound.
"Leave my brother alone, aru!" Oh great, Hong Kong thought to himself, now I have to replace the door.
Huzzah, China is here. I seem to have this weird fixation of writing no more than 3-4 page chapters. I like how Hong Kong talks. Not much to say about this one except the usual R&R.