[Conny]: This next character is dedicated to my little brother, Lowell. Shung, as you will see, is how I view my younger sibling. You know those gamer types. *glares into the internet* I know there might be one or two of your kind reading this story right now. I hope you laugh at how true I'm stereotyping gamers here!

Here's some Cantonese for you. To tell you the truth, I didn't want to get a translator and I don't want to use Google. I just found a website that has a few phrases that I could use in this. I won't be using too much of the language (if you don't know, Cantonese is a dialect of Mandarin/Chinese spoken in the Canton region and in Hong Kong. If you want to know more about it, please research it like I did). I should mention that the Cantonese spoken in Hong Kong is spoken differently compared to the Cantonese spoken in other provinces, but bear with me?

Chéngmahn - Excuse me (you know, the one to get someone's attention)
Néih hóu - Hello
Ngóh giujouh - My name is...
Néih dím chìngfù a? - What's your name?
duangua - it's the shirt that Hong Kong wears
neih sīkm̀hsīk góng yìngmán a? - "do you speak English?"
qipao - the garments that Taiwan wears
MeiMei - Little sister

One last note. Since Hong Kong nor Taiwan have official names, I am using the names that have been suggested for them. If you don't like them, please deal with it? I'm trying to stay as close to the series as I can here. (goes to show how passionate of Hetalia I am! And how loyal to Himaruya-san I am-since I want to honor whatever nations he wants for the characters, even if he's left them undecided!)

"Shung," a middle-aged man shouted over the space-age gunfire. "Po Shung!" At the sound of his name, the boy threw down his controller. Just in time too, considering he was slaughtered by an enemy soldier with a plasma sword. He was about to shout some sort of profanity, but refrained for his elder's sake.

"Yes, father?" The sixteen year old stepped out of his room, looking into the tiny apartment. His mother was currently working, while his father was busy being a house-husband. Why? Oh, who knows? He didn't make it far in education, while his mother obviously excelled. Why else would he have all the video games that he has amassed?

"Mail." The boy took the letter and returned to his bedroom. He placed his headset upon his messy long hair again and sat back down on his bed. It whined under his weight, but he didn't seem to hear it over his friends chatting in their party. He looked at all of their usernames and his own. He was 24Soul_Eater24. Names like UBERspaz69, PinkKnight1z and many others were on the list, but there was one that he really talked to. 100PercentPerfect, a girl that he had been gaming with since he first got his gaming station.

The long haired boy ripped open the envelope, and found a scholarship. He obviously didn't have a part in this matter; it must have been his mother who orchestrated this. "He...Hetalian Academy?" He just guessed that his mother wanted her son to do something in his life, rather than working his hands to the controller. At least he wasn't like those fat American children! He wasn't overweight, just simply big-boned and a little husky because of it.

What's he to do? The letter states that he could opt out, but why would he turn down this chance? There's no rules against video games and he wouldn't have to hear about gaming limits.

100PercentPerfect send you a message.

Screw the letter, she sent him a message! Shung played the voice message, listening to this girl's sweet voice.

"Shung, mind going to private chat with me?" She didn't even need to ask. The boy quickly changed the settings so that it was just himself and that girl in their own chat. "Hi, Shung," her melodic voice rang through the earpiece.

"Hi, Violette." She giggled at the sound of his somewhat thick accent. He knew English well, as did this girl who also wasn't a native English speaker. From what he understood, she's of a small European country. He had told her a lot, like he lived in Kowloon, Hong Kong. A lot of people lived in the area. They shared a lot of interests and they did start referring to each other by name, rather than screen-name.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be online for a long time." And then his heart tore a little. "I'm going to be going somewhere, and I don't know if I can bring my system with me."

"I was going to tell you something like that." There was a pause, before he spoke again, "I will be leaving too." Since she didn't tell where she was going, he wasn't going to disclose any other information.

"Then until we talk again?" With those words, they disconnected from their gaming systems and returned to reality.

Shung looked around his room, thinking of what he would bring. Neither of his parents would dare enter while he was gone, but his father might attempt to try something. Cleaning and getting rid of games, that's been his plan all along. Only one thing could be done.

After having his father handle packing his clothing, Shung pulled out another bag for all of his games. He was afraid something would be damaged along the way, so he made this his carry-on luggage. Along with his gaming system, he was also fitting his laptop into the mess. He was assured by his mother that he was allowed to use his cell-phone overseas—just as long he wasn't a complete idiot about it. Wi-Fi must be used all the time, unless it's an emergency. Calls and texts are only when necessary, and especially no tom-foolery.

"Do you have everything, Shung? You will be late," his mother said, sounding busy at the moment. She only a small window in her schedule to dump her son off at the airport and then get her own butt off to work. "Hurry up!" She more or less treated the boy like a little brother, rather than her own child.

"One moment, mother!" As cushioning, Shung added in a few more shirts to the carry-on. It was heavy, but it was better than having it to go through rough handling. He rushed out the door, as his mother was heading down the narrow staircase. She usually slept in a luxurious hotel, while her family stayed in this cheap residential apartment. Why? A.) Moving is expensive. B.) Po Mei (his mother) hated spending money. C.) and, they didn't complain about the apartment, so why bother moving?

In many ways, Shung's laziness roots back to his mother, rather than his father. She only did things when absolutely necessary, in the least for their family. In business, she goes all out authoritarian. He's only like that for video games.

"You have everything?" she asked, while weaving through many cars. Traffic wasn't terrible at the moment, so she took her chance to speed up.

"Mom, slow down!" He clung to his seat, afraid of an impending accident. Sixteen years flashed before his eyes, all mostly filled with accomplishments in his games. He received armor that was exclusively provided to him. He got many high scores in plenty of games, but that's only because he hacked a few games to help himself. Then his hacking days ended when he ran into Violette, the "100PercentPerfect" gamer girl.

Tears were brought to his eyes, thinking he'd never even get a girlfriend before he died!

"What are you crying about?" His body lunged forward, thankfully caught by the seat-belt before his face met the dashboard. They finally arrived at the airport, something he didn't believe he would live to see. "Give your mother a hug before you leave." As ordered, Shung gave his mother a grand hug. It didn't last long, as she shoved him out the door. "You know which gate you go to and such, so leave. Come back a smarter boy, understand?"

Nodding, the boy ran inside with his luggage. Much like his mother's racing car, he weaved through the mob of people. Everyone had their own reasons to be in this airport, but his reason was something he didn't really have much of a choice with. His mother commanded him to go, while his father tried saying he had some sort of choice.

Finally on the plane, he just pulled out his phone and began playing one of the numerous free games he had downloaded. This should get him through the flight, until he's able to get onto his gaming system or laptop. Surely it wouldn't take that long, would it?

"What am I supposed to do?" he shouted in his head, while trying to figure out where to go. He realized that he had his phone and immediately looked to it. Unfortunately, the battery had died along the way. What a useless device! He got off the plane and left the airport, finally realizing his fate on a foreign country.

He looked around and sighed. Might as well start wandering around. He lugged his bags around, trying to figure out where to go. It was still before the sun rose, so not many people were out and about. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad wandering around, would it? Just when he was about to lose hope and get himself totally lost in Rome, he found a shining hope.

Yes, it might be stereotyping, but there's a Chinese boy—in Chinese clothing too—walking across the street. All his hope burst out as he ran up to the stranger. With a deep breath, he bellowed out, "Chéngmahn!" The young man turned to witness the taller of the two panting, as he stopped in front of him. "Néih hóu," he greeted, waiting for some sort of recognition.

"Jóusàhn," the shorter boy said, checking to make sure that it was still morning. Shung was jumping in joy on the inside, finally finding someone that would talk to him. He knew no Italian, so rudely asking someone if they knew English was out of his books. This would be so helpful to him. Shung was nearly in tears.

"Ngóh giujouh Po Shung. Néih dím chìngfù a?" The two long haired boys stared at each other for a moment. The one in the burgundy duangua with the oversized sleeves shrugged a little.

"Neih sīkm̀hsīk góng yìngmán a?" Cantonese and English? Shung just couldn't be any happier about these sudden turn of events. With a nod in response, he switched to English. "My name is Wong Kha Loung, but my English name is Leon." He sighed, thinking of the British moron that gave him that ridiculous name.

"Leon or Loung?" Again, another shrug. Shung just decided to go with whatever first left his lips. "Loung, do you know where this place is?" He showed a paper, that was clearly written in Mandarin. Then he noticed the name of the place he was going to. Loung's light brown eyes looked at the boy, then back to the paper. There's three people in the school that he could possibly be rooming with.

"Come with me." Recently, he had noticed there were other people—non-countrymen—that had been arriving to the school. What in the world was Mr. UN doing?

"Ah, Mr. Po, you've arrived," the grayed man said, watching as the boy bowed slightly. "And you've already found your roommate too."

"What?" both boys shouted, then looked to each other. This would be rather strange. Or would it? It seems like they're fine at the time being.

"Please show him around, Mr. Wong." Without a word, he nodded and walked out of the office. Shung seemed a bit worried. What in the world did he do? Why is he here? What is he supposed to do? "Shung, may you take a seat?" The boy sat, as if it were his mother giving him an order.

"Sir, why did I... receive this scholarship?" The headmaster of the school sat a moment, thinking over his words. This didn't give Shung a lot of hope.

"Shung, much like all of the other students that I asked to attend this school, you have characteristics that would be beneficial to my regular students. For example, you fluently speak Chinese and English." Shung thought about this for a moment. He was more fluent in Cantonese, rather than pure Mandarin, and his English usually takes much thought before he truly speaks. "You seem to have an awareness of the world as well."

"Awareness?" What did that mean?

"Obviously you brought your computer and games, right? I've looked into your files and it seems you like to play worldwide, rather than in local Hong Kong." He nods a little, believing that maybe that would be more of a bad thing. Seriously, with that tone of voice, he was scared! "Don't worry about it, boy."

"But really, why am I here?" From his research, this school has been opened for quite a long time and looking back on records, it's been the same people for years. These people were obviously different from normal people, and it must be something rather strange.

"Shung, I thought your files said you were a lazy student. Why would you research an academy that has given you a scholarship?" He smirked a little, relaxing the chair.

"It's funny that I have given this scholarship," he paused, gathering his next words. "And then brought to a school that hasn't been allowing new students in for decades." His brain stopped for a moment, to draw back on what he had read. "Why would policies change and then suddenly allow newcomers in?" Then his helper came to mind. "Also, I would like to question about your regular students, such as that boy I met."

"See what happens when you apply yourself, Shung?" The man smiled, seeing that the boy was showing his true potential. "You understand the concept of nation-states, no?"

"A nation-state," he begins, thinking of the words, "is a group of people with an organized system of government," he paused to collect his thoughts, "who share a similar culture." That sounds just about right in his head. For example, Hong Kong would be a legitimate nation-state. Though the people of Hong Kong are Chinese, they have their own unique culture of their own.

"I see you understand the dictionary definition, but I mean it in a more...personified sense of the word." Shung didn't know how to respond to that statement. What did he mean by personified? "Shung, do you know what my name means?"

"Mr. UN," he muttered, thinking of what the two letters would have meant. There's a million possibilities for either letter, but the sudden chat of countries made him think more logically. Understanding this school, the man before him is trying to bring together people of every nation. There's only one thing that could represent the gathering of countries. "United Nations."

"A smart boy, indeed." The aged man knew there was something about this boy that didn't seem right from his school records. "Now, why don't you run along and meet with Hong Kong. You know him by his given name of Loung."

As if listening to his mother's command, Shung rose and bowed once more to his elder. Outside of the office, Shung had realized his baggage was taken away. Hong Kong—or rather, Loung, must have already went to their dorm room. He followed the paths to the separate housing buildings. Exploration would be for later, as he climbed the stairs.

By the time he reached the floor called East Asia, Shung was worn out. He just had no idea where he was staying and it took a lot of searching. Loung was surrounded by two others. One was a girl in flowing, pink qipao and the man beside him was already dressed in the school's uniform.

"I told you not to bring any game systems here!" Shung's dark brown eyes witnessed the kidnapping of his beloved children (a.k.a. his gaming system and his laptop).

"No!" As if from a dramatic Chinese movie, Shung's cinematic slow-motion dash to his cases occurred. The girl in pink and the uniform-clad man turned to face the raging elephant. With his build, it resembled an oncoming Russian. The man with the red armband fell to the floor and curled into the fetal position.

"Teacher, get up." The girl gently kicked the ponytail-ed man.

"Teacher, stand. He's harmless." Mandarin was muttered, along with the name of Ivan. Loung sighed. "This is not Ivan. It is my roommate, Po Shung." He looked to the boy, looking rather bored. "Meet Wang Yao," he said, resisting his Cantonese. "And meet Xiao Mei." Shung returned the greetings, already taking a guess which person represents which nation.

"MeiMei! How could you kick me?" Yao slowly brought himself up, as if he were an elderly man. This had to be China.

"Because Teacher shouldn't fall to the ground and hide like a child!" The rebellious persona before him had to be Taiwan. "Oh, Teacher? Have you seen Macau around here?"

"He said he would be one of the last to arrive," Loung said, with a bit of a smirk. He handed over the luggage, being quite sly about it. "I will help my roommate unpack."

"Hong Kong." At the call of his country name, Loung turned to face Shung. He was busy setting up his gaming system. "Fragrant Harbor?"

"I didn't get a choice with any of my names. I was a small child when Yao found me." The countryman did hear the truth being told. Not many people know of the nations anymore, unless you're rather high up in the rankings of your country. It seems almost sad.

"No one ever gets a chance to name themselves, but," he paused, getting a game started up. "But you can always get a chance to make a new name for yourself." On the screen of the television, the start-up page for making a new account showed. "Want to make a new name, Loung?"

"Gladly."

[Conny]: Well, I ended up making Shung a lot deeper than I imagined. Well, he's not a shallow boy! And he seems a little sensitive... well, what do you think of him? And of Hong Kong being involved as well? Well, I will crank out the next chapter shortly. So, please review? Please? How many languages do I have to learn briefly to get you to review this?