Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.
Continuation!
"Japan has a son? Aiyaaaah! I'm getting old!" China exclaimed.
"Why are you complaining?" Japan asked.
"I found you in the woods, so that makes me your adoptive older brother! So, I'm your kid's adoptive uncle, aru!" China said.
"Damn. I hate it when he does that." Japan muttered.
"Taiwan's his aunt too, and Hong Kong is his uncle." China also pointed out.
In the bushes, a little boy with a robe much like Japan when he was a little boy, stood. He was watching intently, and had a look as though he was embarrassed to come out. Am I the only one noticing this? Whatever.
Taiwan was blushing, and then began to speak.
"I am the mother! I'm sorry Japan! I didn't know! They asked me to nurse the fetus inside me... They didn't tell me it was your child!" Taiwan cried.
Japan was dumbstruck. Someone had somehow engineered an embryo that combined his DNA with Taiwan's, and some other person.
"In traditional Japanese fashion, you will come to live in my house!" Japan angrily declared.
Somewhere inside the Italian parlor, Turkey and Greece's sixth senses kicked in. Both stopped, and said, "OH NO. JAPAN'S ANGRY?"
The next day...
(Someone knocks on the door)
"Taiwan! Get the door! I'm still pounding the rice for the mochi!"
Taiwan opened the door, and looked both ways, then looked at the ground. It was a little boy, who looked vaguely like Japan and Taiwan.
"Konichiwa. I am Ryukyu Kingdom, where the sun sits at noon." he said.
Taiwan picked him up, and showed him to Japan.
"This is my son? He better know how to speak Japanese and write in Katakana. The first thing a father must teach his son is how to pound rice! Then, I shall make him a prodigy in art of cooking. Then music. Then mathematics. Then science. Blah blah blah..."
Typical Japan. High expectations.
"Yes, Chichiue." Ryukyu said.
"Good, he knows how to respect his parents." Japan said, almost proudly.
Over the next few years, Ryukyu became very hardworking, and also very patient, like his father. It was not very apparent what he inherited from Taiwan. Until he started going to the World Conferences with Japan. He was constantly worrying about the economy of Japan, and his own little islands, almost too much. Otherwise, he was practically an Asian Chibitalia. Except that he was better in every way. He was smarter, stronger, and didn't lose focus often.
The Roman Reunion, as it was then called, had ended. Chibitalia was very sad, because no one wanted to play with him. Chibiroma was mean to him, Cyprus was always taunting Sealand, and Wy was too busy perfecting her own art to paint with him.
"Who shall play with me today?" Chibitalia said.
He then spotted Ryukyu tending Taiwan's garden.
"Ciao, fratello! I am Chibitalia! What is your name? Would like to play with me today?" Chibitalia said.
"I'm Ryukyu, but sorry, but I have chores to do. I must obey my father. You should do so as well." Ryukyu said.
"Ryukyu, I won't have you lazing around! Chibitalia, get out!" Japan yelled.
Chibitalia then went sailing through the air, crying.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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