And he broke down...

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Hong Kong came down in the morning and saw both of his parents were in the kitchen, but neither spoke nor faced each other. His mother was busy washing dishes and his father was busy reading the newspaper. But when they realized that their son was there, both stopped doing their activities and stood straight.

"Hong…" His father started the conversation, but Hong Kong shook his head gently. His eyes were dry from a night's worth of crying, but he wanted to go to school so much. He wanted to ask his teacher for help. Maybe he could do something to get them together again, and love him back.

Or maybe he just wanted to get out of the house and forget everything that happened so that he could stay happy.

"Hong, you don't need to go to school today if you want aru. I can see that… you are tired."

Hong Kong shook his head again. He needed to go.

"Hong, we are thinking… maybe we can go out and have a talk tonight?"

His father's suggestion broke something in his heart. Hong Kong swallowed before asking,

"What talk?"

"Talk about… well, div…"

"I am going to school. I am leaving." Hong Kong ran and passed straight through his parents to the door. He did not want any talk right now. He did not want his parents to separate. He did not want them to stop loving each other. He did not want them to stop loving him.

He wanted to have dinner together, always.

It was alright if they quarrelled all the time. Just stay together, was what Hong Kong wanted.

Hong Kong wiped his tears with his sleeve and walked to the school solemnly.


But luck wasn't on his side. His homeroom teacher was sick on that particular day, so another man was substituting for his teacher. The man was a tall, slim, gentle looking man. Hong Kong was so disappointed because he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask.

He regretted his decision to go to school.

But by the end of the class, suddenly he was called by the man.

"You are Hong Kong, right?"

Hong Kong nodded. The man smiled warmly.

"I have read your daily diary. It is very interesting. Do you need to talk to me? I am your teacher's substitute, so I want to help you."

Hong Kong was silent. He just didn't know the man well enough to ask. But his desire to ask was overwhelming him, and the man was an adult, anyway, so he should know the answer.

"… Yes, sir."

"Maybe we should change the room. You want to talk in private, right?" The man smiled warmly as he grabbed Hong Kong's shoulder, gently escorting him to a small, unused school psychiatrist room.

As they comfortably seated down on the small sofa in the room (the room was barely filled—there were only one sofa and a table), the man smiled at Hong Kong.

"So… would you like to talk about it?"

Hong Kong stopped for a minute, before continuing,

"Sir… You are an adult, so you know everything, right?"

The man nodded. So Hong Kong continued again.

"… Sir, why don't my parents love each other anymore?"

The man smiled gently and patted his head.

"That's easy. It's because… you are a bad child. It's your fault."


China was worried when the school called. So he came to his son's school in a hurry, and found that England was called too. They met right in front of the door of the school clinic. England was there before him, and he looked pale.

"…Why don't you come in, aru?"

England swallowed hard.

"… I am honestly, … Afraid, Yao."

The phone call didn't say anything, but from the tone, it was clearly an emergency. China knew how England felt because he too, felt the same fear of what would welcome him behind this door.

The door was suddenly opened and the clinic teacher came out.

"… You may come in. Hong Kong is asking for you two."

So they came into the room, walking slowly to the last bed out of three which was placed in parallel by the end of the room. To see their son on the bed, pale and impassive like usual, but this time even the eyes were pensive; was too disturbing for them.

"Hong…" Both of them spoke. But suddenly Hong Kong jerked up; he clearly just realized that his parents were there. He frantically searched for his mother's feet, and sobbed loudly.

"I PROMISE! I PROMISE I WILL BE A GOOD BOY FROM NOW ON, SO PLEASE… STAY WITH ME? STAY WITH PAPA? HAVE DINNER TOGETHER? PLEASE, MOM?"

China tried to calm himself down, but his face was hot and his tears started to leak. Thinking that his mother didn't like his promise, Hong Kong changed and grabbed his father's sleeves.

"I AM SORRY I AM A BAD CHILD, I AM SORRY I AM HERE, BUT PLEASE STAY TOGETHER? IF YOU WANT ME TO BEGONE, IT'S FINE, BUT PLEASE STAY TOGETHER? I AM SORRY. I AM Sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry…."

China couldn't stand it anymore and hugged his boy tight. But Hong Kong seemed lost, not even feeling the pressure from his other hug; frantically scratching himself and his father's sleeves, muttering sorry and he'll gone, so sorry, he'll be good, he'll be good.

Even England broke down, and they became a sobbing mass altogether in the clinic. The school doctor wiped her tears with her white lab coat and watched the wreck, [observing it as an example of] the reason why society was turning downhill.

Because people have turned to be too egotistical and too self-centred to care.


The next part will be pedo section, beware.

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