Ara…I feel like I'm getting more pressure to write faster…I appreciate the love, but I do have homework! So I'm going to rush and finish the chapter after this so that I can post it next week and have a sort of "buffer".
I don't own Hetalia. Oh, and burglar proofed houses are hard to break into. Just sayin'.
Japan stood staring at the closed door for a long time. Finally, as if his body decided on his own for him that it would not open any time soon, he turned around and began the long walk home. Hong Kong had given him a lot to think about.
I am inhuman, my own actions have done enough to prove this. However, Yao-nii does not wish to believe that I am completely inhuman, so he separates me into two people. Country and Human. Japan or Rìběn, and Kiku or Nihon.
He had reached his home, and slid open the door, removing his shoes and stepping inside. "Tadaima." The silence held no response. For a brief moment, he remembered a time when Korea, Taiwan, and Hong Kong had all lived under his roof. The house had seemed less empty then, although the resentment thickened the air often.
However, he mused, I was in too warlike a mindset to care by that point. Japan quickly removed his overcoat, and prepared to clean. His house was already spotless, but he needed a distraction, something to keep him off thinking. I should have just died when Alfred-san bombed my country.
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Hong Kong slumped to the floor by the telephone. I should not have shoved Kiku-nii off like that. He will be wondering how to react to Gege's separation of him. Perhaps I ought to go visit. He stood, as the fatigue he had been feeling since the peace talks began fully washed over him. Tomorrow.
Navigating the halls, he returned to his room, passing China along the way. "Gege, good evening. I am going to bed, are you planning on staying up later?"
"Ah, hello Xiang, aru! Actually, yes, there are still some documents I have to sign. Did you see Kiku off already, aru?"
Hong Kong smiled. "Yes, of course. He was surprised by my recreation of Hua Mulan's uniform. You know, the one based off of the oil painting?"
China looked at him, eyes widened by shock and pleasure. "You finished that, aru? I am so proud!" He patted Hong Kong on the head, who, used to more outward displays of affection from China, was a bit startled and worried.
That was more like something England would do.
"You haven't been skipping meals, right, aru?"
"Of course not, Gege."
"Good boy, get some sleep, aru!" China practically skipped off in the other direction. "Good night!"
"Good night, Gege." Hong Kong entered his quarters, and quickly opened the book of psychology Tibet had lent him, and placed it next to the history book. Although, to a nation it is more like a biography. "So…Japan attacked China, a strike that was considered to be unprecedented, and without reason by this attack, Japan gained Korea and Taiwan. Yong Soo hated this takeover, while Meimei was more than happy to be with Kiku."
China, the country, can reconcile the differences and realize that such attacks were common, as a means to gain more land. Yao can not. In his mind, Kiku is as much a victim of Japan's "treachery" as he is. This view is spilling over, and altering China as a country's decisions, actions, and rational thought process.
"So…" Hong Kong mused, "We need to make Yao and China rationalize Japan's actions, and come to terms with the idea that they are one and the same. The easier route would be to convince Japan to accept the split view, but I worry about the long term impact on his psyche."
Hong Kong remembered England's parting words as he was sent off on his "mission".
"This is of the utmost importance. We do not want another Russia on our hands."
"England…" He murmured, "It would have been so much easier if you had told me who the Russia is."
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England slipped out of the lecture. He had thoroughly searched both Cambridge and Oxford's offerings on psychology and politics, but he still felt confused. This is why we can never find psychologists for nations. No diplomats ever want to diagnose us.
He sat on the bench, sighing. "Well, the best name for the bloody thing would be projected multiple personality disorder. After all, China doesn't see himself as two separate people, only Japan…" Grabbing his lunch, England opened it and began to, for lack of a better word, ingest the inedible stuff.
"What confuses me is how Hong Kong seems to understand what China is doing, why, and why he is perfectly fine with it…"
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If it had been any other night, he would have simply let the phone ring. As it was, he picked up almost immediately. "England, did you hear from Hong Kong?"
Necessary filler chapter is NECESSARY. And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. *bows head* um… I promise I'll have the next chapter up soon! Also, I'm really really sorry this chapter is short. It's kinda a transtition chapter into what I see as the "main stage" of the story...