Time to visit Hong Kong, yay. Now I have to think up a new arc *sigh*. I do not own Hetalia.
Hong Kong patiently stood by the receiving gate of his airport, tingling with excitement. Finally, Matthew was coming to visit him. Sure he had come to Hong Kong before, but as Hong Kong had been sick he had been unable to enjoy his brothers company to its fullest. This time though, Hong Kong was feeling well and was planning to take full advantage of their time.
He felt a smirk rising to his lips and was just barely able to repress it before it could make its appearance. Egypt would not be making an appearance, he was sure of it. He had heard Greece mention to Japan than Gupta hated too much air pollution which made Hong Kong almost happy for the constant smog for once.
Snapping back from his reverie he observed a private jet roll unto the runway, a massive red maple leaf emblazoned on the tail. Hong Kong quick marched over to the planes assigned gate, keeping an even pace regardless of the desire to run. Arriving, he turned and waited, standing at ease as the gate opened and Canada walked towards him, a bright smile on his face.
"Hong Kong, its good to see you and be back here. I didn't get a very good chance to see your city the last time I was here, n-not that it was your fault far from it; it's just that-"Hong Kong forestalled his brothers ramble by raising his hand in a halting motion.
"It's all right, it couldn't be helped. I'm just glad that you came back." Hong Kong said honestly, though in his monotone.
Khishhaw, khishhaw, khishhaw. Where the hell was that heavy breathing coming from, it sounded like it was coming through a filter. It was then that Hong Kong realized that a ghostly figure had come up behind Matthew to join them. A white keffiyeh sat on the figures head while he wore a black business suit over his body. His features were obscured however by a large gas mask, the breathing through the filter the sound Hong Kong had heard.
Oh very clever Egypt, very clever. Hong Kong glared at the blank visage of the gas mask with malice while chanting some very colourful swears in his head he overheard from England like a mantra in his head.
He glanced at the small black jackal at Gupta's feet, it too wearing a miniature version of its owners mask. That was just rubbing it in, Hong Kong thought to himself irritably. Matthew finally taking notice of Hong Kong's stares and turned to see what he was looking at.
"Oh ya, Egypt called and asked when I was going to see you to see if we could go together. Lucky huh, we decided to share a plane to save some money, recession and all that." The mask only nodded after a pause. Oh that sneaky bastard, Hong Kong thought to himself as he seethed silently, his outward appearance unchanging regardless of his inner turmoil. "So, did you have anything in mind to do?" Matthew asked with a curious smile. Hong Kong nodded, determined not to let Egypt ruin their outing.
Maybe he could push him off the tram?
()()()
"Fung Shui is the alignment of objects to bring good fortune." An elderly Chinese man said to the three individuals in the room. Canada nodded in understanding while Hong Kong and Egypt shot glares at each other behind his back, though it was hard to tell with Egypt as he had refused to take off his gas mask since he had arrived, the only indication was that he moved his head a fraction now and then.
They were taking a basic class on Fung Shui, Hong Kong thinking Matthew might enjoy the concept and so scheduled a private session. The room was filled with objects both large and small and all strategically placed about the room by the old man before them prior to their arrival.
"So, you position items around so that it brings peace?" Matthew asked in a curious tone, cocking his head slightly as though the change in view would reveal the mystery.
"In a way, that is correct. Flowers are very effective at doing so as they have many meanings and so can conform to nearly any style of room." The Chinese man said kindly, Matthew frowned a little to himself.
"But, it kind of feels tense in here." Matthew said worriedly, fearing he may have offended the kindly old man. The elderly man's face grew troubled as well at that and he seemed to listen distractedly to something, as though he could hear the disharmony.
"Hmmmm, you are correct." He glanced around the room, spotting an empty spot on a nearby table and brightening. "Ah, but perhaps we can change that. Do you perhaps have something that would fit there?" He asked pointing at the empty space.
"Maybe..." Reaching into his pockets he turned out nothing as his face fell. Suddenly he brightened and turned to his companions at his shoulders. "Do you two have anything?" He asked with his brilliant smile.
Dark looks vanished like shadows in the wake of the sun and the stoic pair nodded. Like magic, they both pulled out two separate objects that logically shouldn't have been able to have been hidden anywhere that they could have conjured them that quickly.
Hong Kong held a kitty-chan doll while Egypt held a small handmade pot respectively. They both abruptly realized that it was in fact a small table with little space remaining, so small that only one object could sit there effectively.
They wouldn't have it any other way.
Though Hong Kong could not see Egypt's eyes, he knew the Egyptian understood the same thing he did. He locked his eyes with the glassy lenses of his foes mask, not permitting the way he resembled some sort of post apocalyptic soldier deter him in the least. Though he was staring at a blank mask incapable of showing emotion, he supposed it wasn't too different from what he normally had to deal with when encountering Gupta; he didn't let it bother him. Of course, it would be more difficult to tell if he had won but he would persevere till hell or high water.
"Is it getting tenser?" Matthew asked the Chinese man. Said man had the look like he was listening again, growing paler by the second. "Sir?" Matthew asked worriedly, nudging the man's shoulder but eliciting no response.
While he was doing that the competition not a foot behind him continued as both the stoic nations tried to beat the other into submission through their stares, a silent argument screaming through the dead air between them.
Kitty-chan.
Pot.
Kitty-chan!
Pot!
Kitty-chan!
Pot!
"It's no good!" The older Chinese man abruptly shouted, the passion and torment in the voice shocking Canada who had been attempting to coax some life back into the elderly man with apparently too much success and making him jump in surprise while the two stoic nations ignored the outburst.
"What?" Matthew asked in confusion as he prompted the man to answer.
"There aren't enough flowers in the world to bring harmony to this room!" He cried before collapsing to his knees and sobbing into his hands. There was a pregnant pause after that with only the man's sobbing in the background creating any noise.
"So, um," Matthew began awkwardly, "class dismissed?" An anguished sob was his only answer. Shrugging, he turned to Hong Kong and Egypt who had broken off their stares after Matthew had asked whether the class was to be continued as there was no point to their argument, the two items vanishing faster than Houdini could have.
"So, where are we going next?" Matthew asked Hong Kong. Hong Kong inclined his head to the door and led the way out, the other two following shortly after. The elderly mans crying was soon the only sound in the room.
()()()
"Ah," Matthew squeaked in surprise, "sorry Hong Kong, I've never done this before." Matthew said, lying with his back bare and face down on a table, Hong Kong hovering beside him.
"It's ok, not many have." Hong Kong reassured him.
"Still..." Matthew said uneasily.
"If you like, we could stop." Hong Kong said in his monotone, betraying nothing of the fact that he would rather not. He would never admit it, but it was nice to show off something that he was an expert in.
"No, that's alright." Matthew reassured him. Hong Kong nearly smiled, nearly.
"Then I will continue." He said, pulling another small sharpened stick from the depths of his red sleeve. He carefully put it into his brothers back alongside several more of the small stakes. "Acupuncture requires much discipline to master; a single incorrect placement can be disastrous and painful." Hong Kong stated neutrally. Matthew nodded in understanding as he laid there, Gupta watching cautiously from the corner of the room which only increased at those words. He had not expected Hong Kong to make the offer to show Matthew how acupuncture worked while they observed the tour guide describe ancient Chinese medicine and he was unsure how he felt about it.
"Gupta would you like to try?" Matthew asked the silent masked nation in the room. Hong Kong slowly turned his head to look at the silent nation, mischief burning in his eyes. The young Asian almost grinned at the Egyptian, eight additional needles suddenly appearing between his fingers in each hand.
"I'm a professional." Hong Kong reassured evenly, silently daring the other stoic nation.
His day just became infinitely better.
()()()
"Are you sure you're alright?" Matthew once again asked the painfully stiff Egyptian standing next to him, his heavy breathing from the mask creating a steady background noise.
" 'm fine." Egypt said tightly, though through the mask it was hard to tell. Hong Kong almost felt bad for the other nation, but honestly he hadn't even dug in that far with the needles.
"Well, alright." Matthew said uncertainly turning back to the view of Hong Kong's harbour, a small smile soon gracing his lips and a far off look making itself home on his face with a sigh of contention.
The last stop of the day was on the Duk Ling, the last authentic Chinese sailing junk in Hong Kong. Hong Kong had rented it for the end of the day and the three of them were enjoying the view once they had set out for a quick sail around the harbour on the historical vessel.
Canada wandered to the other side of the ship to gain a different view while Egypt took up position by Hong Kong next to the edge of the ship, standing silently beside him aside from the still heavy breathing.
"It's nice." Egypt said suddenly in a monotone, breaking the silence between them. Hong Kong glanced at him in mild confusion for the compliment before returning to looking out at the water.
"Thank you." Hong Kong stated flatly. Egypt gave a small nod of acknowledgement.
Suddenly, Hong Kong felt Gupta's jackal brush against the back of his legs, causing him to lose his balance and fall towards the edge of the boat and towards the water. Right before he went over the edge he grabbed a startled Egyptians shirt and together, they fell towards the murky waves below.
"It's a lovely view huh guys?" Matthew said happily from his side of the ship.
Splash.
"...Guys?"
I bet you thought the part with the acupuncture was going to be dirty. Shame on you, you know who you are. Read and Review.