Ah yes, the next chapter in this lovely story. We are going to be visiting the families one chapter at a time so BE SURE TO TAKE A LOOK AT THE POLL ON MY PROFILE! And seeing as there was a 3 way tie for both 1st and 2nd place you can only choose one family now ;) (Is it that obvious I didn't think it through? XD)
But, without further adieu, the literal one and only Iceland shall say that I don't own Hetalia whilst I, the authoress is irresponsible and goes out to look for the elusive Rome. *Heads off with a net attached to a rod*
Iceland: Whatever.
Hong Kong was not a happy teenager. It is a strange sentence to start off a chapter with, but it's the truth. He wasn't. No, he felt quite a range of emotions, nothing at all like the emotional range of a rock that many people associated him with. You see, dear reader, Hong Kong was jealous. He had seen so many countries have their parents or grandparent come and claim them. All except for his family; no one claimed them. So that left our favorite teenager sneaking around China's country home with a can of silly string. As you can tell, my minions, Hong Kong was out for revenge, revenge of what, we may never know. But, it was revenge nonetheless.
It was a new moon so there was very little light in China's room to give Hong Kong away. It was then that he chose to strike. He proceeded to silly stringify the entirety of China's room- including China himself. For Hong Kong was not merely a master of the art of the firework, oh no, he was also a master of the silly string and the TP (Korea taught him that one). Hong Kong stood back and admired his work… well about as much of his work as one could see in the dark, which wasn't much at all, mind you.
Sadly, China didn't agree with Hong Kong's art. As a matter of fact, he was a pretty mad China; which is never a good thing. For he had woke up when he had heard Korea snickering from the hallway and had seen a small amount of the damage done by the silly string. China quickly turned on his lamp for his room to be lit up by brightly colored webs of string. Hong Kong froze and Korea's snickering turned to full out laughing. "Hong Kong! Korea!" China raised his voice, and both teens suddenly bolted.
However, it seemed that the funny thing known as the universe was not on their side. For an even angrier Vietnam blocked their path. Hong Kong skidded to a stop in front of her and Korea let out a "manly" squeal. Hong Kong felt his heart skip a beat. Everyone knew it was a bad idea to wake Vietnam up, but at least Taiwan- never mind. Taiwan exited her room and joined Vietnam in her glaring.
Needless to say, it didn't end well for Korea and Hong Kong.
_Hetalia_
Hong Kong was not happy. Yes that had been stated at the beginning of this lovely chapter, however he was more unhappier. For it seems that poor Hong Kong had been sentenced to a cruel and unusual punishment. He was grounded. And he had to clean the house. But that wasn't what made the punishment cruel and unusual, oh no. Not even close. He had to clean the house with a toothbrush and Korea had to help him.
Hong Kong had been scrubbing at the same spot on the ground for a while now. His knees, neck, and back hurt and his hands felt raw from the harshness of the chemicals that choked his breathing. Korea didn't look like he was miserable, despite not being allowed his video games. Unlike Hong Kong, Korea- strangely for once- didn't try to pin the blame on Hong Kong. The younger saw that as his chance and tried to pin it on Korea only to be caught lying and stuck with the harsher punishment of cleaning with a toothbrush. Korea just had to cook, do dishes, dust, and do yard work. (The last one was so the other residents of the house could have peace and quite for a little while.)
Yep. Hong Kong would remain in his perpetual unhappy state for the next two weeks. And he'd hate Korea every minute of it.
*Laughs nervously* Well, you see my dear readers. About the short chapter... *Runs away*
Don't you just love being more unhappy with Sterling's unexplainably short chapter? :'D