I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/
Mongolia had had enough. At least, that's what he'd repeated to himself, time and again, as China leaned over his shoulder and told him what to do. The nation was as controlling as could be expected since the rise of the Manchus.
"What are you doing over there? Don't go there." "You were once free, but now you are not. Stop looking at me like that." "I said stop looking at me like that!" "Everyone's against me, especially you! Come over here!"
China's fist, beckoning him to come closer that he might strike him and take out his stress, made Mongolia's brows come down in cool, angry expression.
The empire had been gradually behaving in a less and less coherent way. Now and then, he talked to himself, blaming this nation or that, or this group of people or that. His hands were shaking.
Mongolia knew then the that Qing dynasty was up. It was over. And he'd be damned if he was going to go down with it.
"No. Get out."
"What?" China looked at him, seeming shocked that he'd actually spoken.
"You heard me, glorious one," he said, sarcasm quite evident in his tone. He wasn't one to typically use sarcasm, but it seemed appropriate for the situation; he still bore a bruise or two from his other encounters with China. "Get out."
China didn't fight when he came over and grabbed his arms, which were enrobed in great sleeves, much fancier than Mongolia's whole set of clothes. He gaped, mouth opening and closing, as he said, "You can't do this. Mongolia will never be separate from China."
"It is now." Mongolia continued to march China out of his home.
"You can't expect to take Inner Mongolia with you- she's far more Chinese than Mongolian."
"I'll take whatever's mine," Mongolia said surely, frowning at China. He didn't know what he would do about Inner Mongolia. She was important to him in some ways, and not so important in others. She'd had the Mongolian presence diluted so much.
China stumbled a bit, but as they reached the edge of Mongolia's grazing grounds, he said, "This isn't over. Don't think I'll just allow this."
"I know you won't. But you can't keep my independence from me," Mongolia said simply. It was not a dramatic or bloody affair, and soon he walked away from China, turning his back on him.
"This isn't over!" China yelled after him, and Mongolia ignored him.
The Qing empire was nearly over. Manchuria was no longer the demon whispering in China's ear.
Perhaps she was not truly a demon, but Mongolia found her loathsome. He couldn't think of anyone he would rather trample with horses than Manchuria. And not in a sack, either, like an honorable person.
It was through her doings that he had ended up in the state he was today, her suggestions and demands on China.
And yet China had followed them through with such cold satisfaction, that it wasn't as though he could blame just Manchuria.
Mongolia was excited, however. His people had mobilized, warriors at every aimag; he'd even heard good things from Inner Mongolia.
She was at his side at that moment, murmuring, "You know it will be trouble. You know whoever rules China next will not let us go."
"Let them come," Mongolia said, patting the flank of his horse. "What do we have to lose? We lose our animals every day, and soon enough there would not have been enough to feed ourselves. China would rather see us starve that lose his precious silver."
She looked to Mongolia, saying, "I still don't see why you distrust him so much. It's Manchuria; things will be better under a new ruler."
"And what if they're not? This is our only chance, sister; don't let it slip by," Mongolia said, his black-brown eyes on his sister. He was worried she would give up; he was worried she would fall back into China's grip.
"I'm not letting it slip by; you know China won't let me go," she said, voice soft and eyes looking down towards the ground.
He seized her in a tight hug, promising, "I won't let him keep you; a united Mongolia, right?"
"Right," she sighed, and her arms wrapped back around him, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
"I've sent a letter to Russia; we need guns, and good weapons, and military support. He'll want to help, with the concessions I've promised him," Mongolia said, voice stable. He let her go, and smiled over at her; it was only a shadow of the brilliant smile he'd had as a child conquering the world.
"I hope so," was all that Inner Mongolia said, softly again.
It was strange, because she was not normally so demure. He smiled at her again, saying, "It will work out. It has to."
Mongolia put it aside, figuring that at least for now they didn't have time to worry about it.
"He won't do it." Mongolia slumped down into a sitting position, putting a hand to his forehead.
Inner Mongolia let out an angry sigh. "It's no use! We will not get anywhere, stuck between that devil China and that barbarian Russia! We should give in; China's government is reforming, and we don't want to get stuck in that mess…"
Mongolia shook his head. "We have to try. We may never get another chance at this, do you understand that? We have to be independent, or who knows how much more tyranny we will have to endure."
"As your sister, I'm telling you it's hopeless. We will never be free."
"Russia sent a warning to China. A warning! Can you believe that?" Mongolia ignored what Inner Mongolia said, crossing his arms. "How can he expect a tyrant to listen to heed a warning?"
Inner Mongolia sighed. "It's just us, then."
"Yes." Mongolia stood up, saying, "China will be driven out, and there will be one Mongolian State."
A horse in the distance attracted their attention, and they looked up, only to see China.
China rode his horse up at a fast clip, and hopped down; he was not the horseman that either of them were, but he still knew how to ride a horse decently well. He looked sore as he came over, eyes blazing.
"Which one of you sent the letter to Russia? Which one?"
"Me," Mongolia was quick to say.
China's eyes looked like hot coals. "You had better apologize, and never talk to him again! I will not have this sort of rebellion in my house!"
Mongolia gritted his teeth, glaring straight at China. "I'm not going to apologize until you stop your plan to make me Chinese! To make us both disappear!"
"You will do as you're told!"
The stinging slap was hardly the worst pain that Mongolia had ever felt, but it still stunned him. He stared at China, feeling hatred fester in his stomach.
"China, there's no need for all of this," Inner Mongolia said, "Please remove the policies that have caused this problem. We can't live the way you're forcing us to."
"You must promise, no, you must swear, that you didn't write that letter, and that you will never write letters to Russia," China seethed, glaring at Mongolia. "Or I will keep you separate for the rest of your lives."
"I…" Mongolia swallowed thickly. He couldn't be separated from Inner Mongolia; they were like twins. "I promise. I swear it."
China sneered, as though seeing Mongolia bend to his request was some icky matter that he hadn't caused. "Good. You'd do well to remember it."
He left then, tossing his silky hair and wearing his expensive robes.
Hatred boiled in Mongolia's gut. He couldn't be stuck under such a toad much longer.
It didn't take long for all the provinces to turn on China. The Qing Empire was finally over, Manchuria fleeing to her rightful home. It was pure chaos.
That was the day that Mongolia and Inner Mongolia declared independence.
Every single Chinese thing they could find, they shipped back to China. There was no reason for excessive violence, as their Buddhist faith intervened in any feelings of hate towards China.
Only when the last markers had been sent, to be dumped at the border, did Mongolia feel his heart fill with hope.
This was only the beginning.
/AN/ History time! So, the 1911 revolution had most of Outer and Inner Mongolia involved, though the grip on Inner Mongolia was a lot more tenuous.
The leader at this point was a Buddhist man, the religious leader of the Mongolians. After they couldn't get help from Russia, and the Chinese cracked down on them for the letter, they decided to declare independence.
But the revolution was remarkably bloodless; due to the revolutions and problems going on in China, there was little that could be done to stop them. And the Chinese governors and such were peacefully escorted to the border except for one, who resisted and was defeated and then escorted to the border.