DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of these characters.

WARNINGS: England being a total bastard, mild China angst.

A/N: Mildly drabble-y. England was a total bastard after the Opium Wars, wasn't he? *Sighs and hits her own country round the head*

--LeriaCossato

China shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. His gaze flickered up to meet England's; they both stared coldly at each other. England knew these treaties were unfair, he knew very well what he was doing to Yao.

That Perfidious Albion. As long as he got his prize, for all he cared, the whole world could collapse.

England coughed once, briefly, interrupting Yao's train of thought. He crossed his legs and took a sip of tea from his cup. Every inch the gentleman. Yao wanted nothing more than to seize him by the collar; shout: 'How dare you humiliate me? I need no one! China needs no foreigners here!'

But of course, he had to sit meekly in his chair, listening to this bastard and his officials rattle off the list of unfair rules and regulations that would surely destroy the fabric of China's very being.

"-and finally, the boy comes with me."

Yao started from his chair.

"What...? No, you can't be serious, aru!"

An official grabbed his arm and forced him down again.

England leaned forward.

"I am afraid, Yao, that you have no choice. You lost this war. The victor claims the prize. This is how it has always been."

A door opened, and Hong came in, pushed from behind by another one of England's men. He looked scared and confused. A loud stream of Cantonese came out, asking Yao: 'What was going on, why this man had his filthy hands on him, why was England here?'

China felt weary. His age was creeping up on him. He turned to Hong, and told him that he was going with this man now, the man with the large eyebrows.

England's face furrowed. He glared at China.

"I will have no more of your filthy language here. Speak English."

China turned to him. His jaw clenched, but he said nothing. To Hong Kong, he merely said:

"Hong, make sure you give this man as much of a hard time as possible. But do not anger him, aru. He could do something horrible to you, and I will not be there to protect you, aru."

A slap whipped across his cheek. Yao recoiled in pain, and heard Hong's outraged shout from somewhere next to him. How dare England? He was a younger nation than China. These westerners had no respect for their elders.

England stood, his eyebrows sending a shadow around his eyes and making him look like a demon. Yes, he was surely a demon. He snapped his fingers once, and Hong Kong was bustled out of the room, yelling and struggling all the way. The documents were cleared away and everyone filed out, until it was just England and China; England and China looking at each other with mutual hatred.

"I hope you understand, Yao, that this is all for the better good of China. Farewell. I hope to do business with you again soon."

And with those sugar coated words, the demon swept away, leaving Yao nothing but his own tears and rage.

A/N: Yes, my own country makes me rage. DX

I wrote this because many people have been requesting that I write more England x Hong Kong, which I hope to fulfill. This is a sort of beginning story for that.

I should also being doing my math homework but uh.... *shuffles away*