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PART 2: Siblings of China

Chapter 3: How China became Hong Kong's brother

It became obvious that Hong Kong would be difficult to raise for England.

The child was clearly disobedient; for, during their flight back to the Brit's homeland, the colony had put firecrackers in ever corner of the jet. Luckily, they'd been found by England before Hong Kong could have detonated them; had England been one step later, it would have turned into a disaster. But Hong Kong hadn't given up yet, and England's mansion was fair game as well...

Hong Kong had been in his new home for all but six days, and already England had had to threaten him twice with dark magic and curses.

"Blimey, Hong Kong, I said no firecrackers in my house!"

"But māmā always let me." The child colony stuck out his tongue.

"Well, you're not with China now, you're with your daddy!"

Hong Kong giggled. "You're not my daddy, silly England!" he cried, and laughed at what he thought was a great joke from England.

Hong kong's innocent denial struck something cold inside the older nation. "W-what do you mean?" stuttered England. "How am I not your daddy?"

Hong Kong chuckled. "Because," he explained as if it were all obvious, "you don't look like me. Māmā looks like me. Macau-gògō and Taiwan-jèjē look like me. We all have, like, black hair and brown eyes in my family, but you don't, so you can't be my daddy."

"B-but!"

England did not like what Hong Kong said one bit. This was his child too. England had the right to be his father, and yet, apparently, China had never deigned it important enough to mention even his existence to the child. Fair enough, he and China had not been on speaking terms after the Opium Wars, but that did not mean China had the right to withhold information about him from their child. Even if the child had been the result of... less than pleasant circumstances. But, bloody hell, Hong Kong deserved to know who his father was!

"Hong Kong," said England, "you're wrong, my little crown. There is something about you that looks a great deal like me."

The boy blinked at him. "What?" he asked, and curiously cocked his head to the side.

England reached out, tapped one brow, and then the other. "Your bushy eyebrows. Don't you think they look like mine?"

Hong Kong wiggled his eyebrows; then, slowly, he reached up and touched them; and when he realized that England was right, his eyes widened comically and he cried out in surprise. "Ah!" He blinked and traced his fingers over his brows a few more times, almost fascinated by the discovery. When he lowered his hands back to his side, however, the look in his eyes was one of suspicion. "England," he said, "did you, like, curse my eyebrows?"

"W-what?!"

"You're sly, England!"

England could only stare with perplexity at his child. There was no way he could understand what went on in that boy's head! "I-I didn't," he sputtered, "d-damn it, I didn't curse your eyebrows, that's bollocks!"

"Yes, you did!"

Hong Kong nodded to himself, utterly convinced of his own theory; and England sighed in defeat. Slapping his hand over his eyes, he asked himself what he'd done wrong to get such an unreasonable child, but then shook his head to rid himself of these feelings of defeatism. There had to be a way to make Hong Kong understand.

"Look, my little crown, if I'm not your daddy, then how did China become pregnant with you, huh? How was baby Hong Kong born?"

Hong Kong scratched his head a little. "Hmm..." he muttered. "Well, to make babies, you need, like, a mommy and a daddy, and the baby grows inside the girl's tummy. So..." Hong Kong's eyes widened as another epiphany hit him. "So only girls can become mommies, but māmā is a boy!"

England twitched. Bloody hell, where did that child get his ideas from? This was absolutely not going as planned.

Hong Kong nodded again, the puzzle inside his mind solving itself. "I get it now, māmā is not my mommy. Oh, but since he's, like, not my mommy, then he's not māmā. That would mean that he's... my brother? Yes, of course! I guess that means I should start calling him gògō now. China-gògō... ugh, it sounds, like, super weird!"

Before England could correct Hong Kong's notions, Hong Kong had already grabbed his firecrackers. "Oh well," the little boy said, "I'll get used to it." He skittered off to prepare for his next prank on England.

England, utterly dumbfounded, could only watch his child colony go in silence. Bloody hell, what would China think of England once he saw Hong Kong again? England took a deep breath. He still had time. He could fix this.

There were still ninety-nine years left for him to fix this...

Oh, bugger it.


Chapter notes:

1.) I changed gege (pinyin) with gogo (Yale romanization) and jiejie (pinyin) with jeje (Yale romanization, because gege and jiejie are Mandarin, but Hong Kong's main language is Cantonese.

2.) The mangaka, Himaruya Hidekazu, had said that England cursed Hong Kong's eyebrows upon return to China, but I don't think that has been explicitly depicted in the manga before. I wrote this chapter with the aim to give an alternative explanation to the 'curse' that is not necessarily contradictory to Himaruya's canon.


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