And so the day came. Of course I was nervous. Anyone would be. I also felt like I was betraying England. It sounds odd, but I did. He did his best to take care of me in his own "unique" way for 155 years. I kept track.
Today it would end.
"Alright...Uh...Blast, how do I talk to you about this?" he mumbled to himself, pacing a bit. I stayed silent. He was probably more nervous than I was, given the way he was stuttering.
We were standing outside his house. I can't call it "our house" anymore, because I'm not a part of it. Currently I'm homeless. I don't belong to China yet, and England's ready to give me up.
"You...you...Just behave, alright?"
"Yes sir."
At this England's expression softened. "Oh, don't be like that," he said, messing up my hair and motioning for us to leave, "It's not like we won't talk ever again." I suppose he was right, but I still had worry sitting in the pit of my stomach.
The car drive was extremely long. Or maybe that was my imagination. Whatever it was, it felt like it would go one forever.
When the car stopped, I wished it had gone on forever, just so I wouldn't have to get out. But when England got out of the car, I got out of the car. When England walked up the path to a well-kept garden, I followed. And when England bowed to China, who was looking critical of the gesture, I bowed as well.
China muttered something under his breath so quick I couldn't make it out. Finally, he spoke to England; his English was heavily accented.
"You know you're late, aru," he said. Not a hello. Not a compliment. Just criticism.
"Sorry about that. There was traffic, and I have no control over that as you know," was England's reply. He was about as curt as China.
"You are a [...] and I cannot [...] bastard." There was a time when I would be able to understand that no problem. But my Mandarin had given way to English.
"Hong Kong, [...]?" Was China asking me a question? Did he want me to walk over to him? In either case I said nothing and stayed where I was.
I could feel his gaze heavy on me. It was all the more reason to not look up and meet that gaze. "I see you've taught him English manners, hm?"
"I beg your pardon?" England asked, obviously a bit confused by the Chinese himself.
"He does not answer me."
At then I decided to meekly walk over to China's side. I heard a withheld sigh from England finally escape. "Well, he's yours now. You happy?"
I risked a glance to China. "After all this time? No, England, aru. I will never be happy. Not with a constant reminder of what you've done, of how things were handled, aru. I hope you realize that in giving Hong Kong back to me, the British Empire is officially no more." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Come, Hong Kong."
I took a final backwards look to England as China led me away. He put his hand to his ear and mouthed the words "Call me." I nodded.
China continued to speak to me in his native tongue as we walked further from England, pausing momentarily to see if I was following. I nodded every so often as if I could understand, allowing him to continue. During his speech, I couldn't help but notice the clothing China was wearing. It was westernized. And then I realized something.
China may have control over me, and the Empire may be gone, but I am still a British territory.
A/N: Well, I'm done. I hope you all enjoyed this. I know there's probably historical inaccuracies, but I wanted to portray Hong Kong as the one part of the People's Republic of China that, although it's technically China itself, is something completely all its own. It's gone through a lot of things that makes it unique, and I like the character of Hong Kong in Axis Powers Hetalia; he happens to be my favourite (even if he's not really a character yet and only has character sketches/a few lines in the drama CD). Enough of my rambling! I hoped you liked it, and maybe when it comes time to it, you'll vote for it in the England/China livejournal community fanfic contest!