Trettiende juni:
China:
1997
Yao Wang, the Personification of the Nation of China, waited anxiously near the borders of Hong Kong for the clock to strike midnight, so he could have his little brother back.
England:
1997
He had done his best, Arthur reflected. He'd given the boy Western clothes, convinced him to cut off his ponytail and given him a home instead of a prison. But though Leon never really complained, Arthur'd gotten the distinct impression that the boy wasn't very fond of him.
Maybe it was the fireworks he kept firing under his feet ...
No matter, as soon as midnight came rolling in, he would be handing him over to Yao, and then it would be his problem.
Hong Kong:
1997
Li Xiao Wang, formerly Leon Wang, the Personification of Hong Kong, like totally respected his older brother, Yao, and stuff, but it would be totally like when he lived with England, this like totally transfer-thing:
Someone who told him what to do, what to wear, where to go and so on.
Luckily, he'd gotten more experience in sneaking around.
Author's notes:
Wow, we're basically halfway through.
I don't own Hetalia