Right, so this chapter will be mostly English, but any Chinese will be written in Pinyin or Characters. I haven't decided yet. Either way, I'll translate in brackets. As I think about this chapter, I would probably just go on forever. Let's hope I figure out where to stop before this chapter takes you five hours to read.
Summary: He had been alright with the fact that he had been a replacement for America, but he sometimes had wished Arthur saw him as something other then a colony. That was Hong Kong's only wish as he returned back to China. UK+HK, on and off USxUK
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.
Dedicated to England and big brother Japan and big brother China and America. Gege, look another cute story of Hong Kong and UK to read. Maybe now you'll write a UK and HK fic for you lovable little brother?
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He had sat with several people who spoke Chinese to try and learn a little bit. It was hard to get it right, but he was able to greet and ask for a name and say his own name. He tended to rely on others to do the translations for him. But he figured it best to know as he got out of his carriage and walked to the door of the home he stopped at. The house itself was old and seemed in need of a little fixing up. He knocked on the door, readying himself to talk with China, but didn't expect the sight he got.
"你 好(Hello)。" England lowered himself to be a little closer to the child's height. The little boy couldn't be older then three years old. He had wide brown eyes staring at England as he seemed to be shying away behind the door. He wore traditional Chinese clothes and his dark brown hair looked like it was made of silk.
"你 好。 请 问，您 贵 姓？（Hello. May I ask, what is your honorable surname?) " The boy's voice was small.
"Oh. 我 型 Kirkland. 你 呢？ (Oh. I am surnamed Kirkland. And you?)" The boy shook his head.
"我 叫 香港。 你 叫 什么 名字？ (I am called Hong Kong. What are you called?)" Arthur was reaching the limit to what Chinese he knew.
"我 叫 Arthur Kirkland。 Ah。。。(I am called Arthur Kirkland. Ah...)" It hit Arthur then and he offered a smile. "我 叫 英国。(I am called England.)"
"You don't speak bad Chinese, aru." China appeared. He looked more battle torn then England did.
"That's really all I know of Chinese that counts for conversation." The elder male nodded.
"Hong Kong doesn't know English, aru. He only speaks and understands Mandarin Chinese, aru." England frowned at the sudden language barrier. He'd surely work around it. China knelt down and began to speak to the small boy in the foreign language. The only words he understood were "you" and "him". The small boy looked so confused as he was left in the doorway, staring back into the house where the elder male retreated to. China came back with a single bag and a stuffed panda bear. England watched as China handed the bear to the small island, talking in the foreign language, before facing him, holding out the bag. "You will treat him nicely, aru?"
"Of course. Come along, Hong Kong." England spoke to the boy, before tugging at one of his small hands. The boy tugged his hand free and cried, clinging to China. China knelt down and hugged the small child, whispering to him in Chinese. The European male sighed and looked to the driver of his carriage, who came over and took the bag to place in the trunk of the cart. China picked up Hong Kong and handed him over to England, who took the boy. The child took to clinging to England. "We'll be going then." England gave a small bow and took the boy to the carriage. The driver opened the door as they approached and Arthur got in. The boy wouldn't let Arthur go but as soon as the carriage started to move, the child was in the window. He watched the disappearing house till it was out of view, tears never stopping as he cried for China over and over till collapsing into tears. England tugged the youth onto his lap and just hugged him. The tiny child went still as his strength gave out and he was overtaken by fatigue. He just leaned against England, arms wrapped around his stuffed panda. He couldn't talk to the elder male; the elder male couldn't talk to him.
England stroked the small child's head, confirmed the other's hair to be like silk. He felt like the slave trade continued and this was just like that. No, this wasn't the same. This was taking in a colony and raising him, nothing more. Yet he felt a little attached to the boy he just met. It was different then with America, America had been alone but Hong Kong had had China. He felt a tinge of guilt at knowing he probably just tore apart a family, but this usually happened when you took in colonies. They had relations. Besides, this was for the best.
"You'll like England, Hong Kong. London is sometimes rainy, but it's always perfect weather. It's never too cold or too hot. In a couple months, it'll snow and we can build snowmen. You'll see... you'll like it there." He wasn't sure if he was reaching the boy, but England tried. But he hoped if language couldn't be exchanged, then maybe feelings and emotions could. He wanted the other to know that he was sorry and would do his best to fulfill all roles China had served. He wondered if his feelings could reach the colony. His thoughts were disrupted by a small shift in his lap as he felt Hong Kong try to move closer to him, the small boy half asleep. "Sleep, it will do you some good." England's voice was soft. Taking care of a child was like riding a bicycle, he just hoped it'd be the same as with Arthur, that he would be a good child. He just hoped the boy wouldn't grow to think revolting was in his best interest and would leave him sooner then expected. But for now, he tossed aside the future to settle in the now and watch over the sleeping boy.
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The ship had left port several hours prior to Hong Kong waking up. When the boy did wake up, he was afraid. He didn't know where he was. He wasn't at home and there was no China smiling at him to say 'Good morning' to him. He crawled from the large bed and began to walk. He didn't know why he wasn't steady, since last he knew he had been in a carriage with England. As he exited the room, he found a long hallway. He then picked left and started to walk, using the wall to support him. He must've been walking for a couple minutes before he climbed a set of stairs and emerged into day light. He heard the rushing of water and he rushed to the slide, his panda dragging along the deck. He stared wide-eyed at the ocean. He was on a boat, which would explain why he couldn't walk straight. He wasn't good with boats, having been on them very little and getting sea-sick. With that, the boy became ill, throwing up over the side of the boat.
England had finished his visit to the wheel room and was heading back to the room he set Hong Kong up in. There were several soldiers aboard the ship, mostly to be some protection. But he didn't care. He loved the ship; it made him feel like he was still a pirate. He slightly missed the days where he could just travel the world aboard a ship, but wouldn't reject his current life at all.
"Eh?" Arthur stopped dead in his tracks. The door to Hong Kong's room was open. The male rushed in to find an empty room. "Where...?" He rushed out of the room and searched the ship frantically. It was a fair sized ship, would be easy to get lost in it. "Hong Kong?!" He called loudly as he rushed around. Several soldiers looked at him oddly, asking if he needed help. He emerged on deck, a soldier greeting him. "Have you seen a small boy? He's about-"
"Oh... Him. Yes. I saw him come onto deck a couple minutes ago..." England brushed right by him and searched the deck.
"Hong Kong!" He saw the small boy collapsed on the deck, curled up with his panda. "Hong Kong." He just about slid on the deck to be next to the boy.
"Ugh." The small boy grunted, opening his eyes to look at Arthur. The British male picked up the child.
"Are you hurt?" England inspected the boy. "Seasick..." He let out a breath of air. It was better then him being hurt. He took the boy back to bed and cleaned him up. "Don't go off like that. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." He settled the now clean panda bear back with its owner. He wasn't even sure why he was talking; it wasn't like the child understood him. "Sleep. It'll help." He lightly ruffled the child's hair before taking a seat across the room. He would've stayed there had the boy not called his name over and over in Chinese. "What's wrong?" Arthur took up sitting on the edge of the bed. The boy reached out a hand and clung to Arthur's sleeve as he closed his eyes.
"Stay." The boy's voice was soft as he spoke. Arthur was surprised the child spoke English, especially since he was told Hong Kong didn't speak nor understand English.
"I'll stay right here, don't worry." He gently stroked Hong Kong's hair till the boy fell asleep. He supposed he would have to keep a closer watch over the boy on their trip back to England.
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England carried the small boy from the boat and settling him on the carriage. His butler was waiting for them with the carriage and put the bags into the trunk.
"First stop is to the House of Parliament." England sighed. He had the small boy attached to him as the carriage moved. Hong Kong had yet to wake up; the time zone was probably taking a toll on him.
Like any other day, it was probably raining within London limits. It had been beautiful out everywhere else, and the sun was shining. Sure, it was a little on the cool side since it was September, but it was still beautiful out. As they made progress into the country, Hong Kong woke up. The child looked out the windows.
"Ah. England is a very nice country. Football is a popular sport, there's also polo and many other sports. There's a ton to do and always something to do." He wasn't sure if he was getting through to the child, but Arthur continued to try and convince the boy about liking the European nation. Hong Kong would occasionally look from their surroundings to England and then back to whatever was outside the carriage, especially when they arrived within London limits and rain pounded their windows. Hong Kong would point at places and England would try to explain the places as simply as possible. Soon they were at the House of Parliament.
As the carriage stopped, England removed Hong Kong from his lap. The carriage door was opened as the butler stood with an umbrella open to shade Arthur from the rain. The male stepped out of the carriage and took Hong Kong with him. They passed right by the gates, the guards giving him a nod of acknowledgement. He was friends with them, seeing as he was often going in and out of the house.
"Arthur~" A familiar lady came into view as they walked over to the reception desk.
"Emily, how are you?" England stood in front of the desk.
"I'm good. Oh, is this the new colony? He's so small and adorable." Emily looked over her desk to look at the small island.
"Yes. I was promised his papers would be ready for my return." Emily smiled at Arthur.
"Of course. You just need to sign on every x you see." She pushed the papers over to the male, who signed them. "That's all. Hey, cutie. You be good for Arthur, he's not the best cook." Emily joked.
"Emily, that's so bloody hurtful. It's a good thing he doesn't understand English." The female giggled.
"Sorry, sorry. Have fun, and try to be good with him. Spoil him a little bit, he'll like you more." The female smiled.
"I know how to raise a child." The girl nodded.
"Of course."
"I'll catch you up later, Emily."
"Farewell, Arthur, do send word of how the little colony fairs."
"Of course. Good day." England left with Hong Kong.
Hong Kong seemed excited when they stepped into the large house. Arthur smiled kindly at his maid, Elizabeth. She was a hired hand to come during the day to help out, but with bringing a child into his house he pondered hiring her as a live-in to help out whenever he wouldn't be home. He felt a little bad at the thoughts of ever having to leave the young boy alone.
"Oh and who is this? I didn't know you were thinking of adopting a child, Arthur." Elizabeth smiled kindly at Hong Kong.
"This is Hong Kong; he's a new colony to Great Britain."
"Oh. Hello there, Hong Kong. My name is Elizabeth, if you ever need anything then please feel free to ask me. The child nodded, not really sure what the lady said. "I'll go make some tea and snacks." Elizabeth smiled at Arthur, who nodded.
"Please do. I'm going to show him around." England then took Hong Kong around the house, ending it with the bedroom that would belong to the island. "This is your room." Hong Kong stared at England a minute before he was ushered into the room. "Your room." Arthur said slower. The child looked around the room as England set his bag on the bed; it then clicked about the room. The boy rushed around to look at everything, often speaking softly to his panda bear.
"Sank you." Hong Kong didn't look up from the floor as he spoke. The words made England smile.
"You're welcome. Why don't we go see Elizabeth, I'm sure she has some treats for you." Arthur held out his hand and the small boy took it. The nation was sure he could get used to life with the smaller island.
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Ugh, finished. Ha-ha. My laptop is making me hot, and it's already uncomfortably hot as it is. Anyway, this story is to be continued. Ugh. My brain can't stay in the present and wants to skip to the future. I'm trying to slow down and take things step by step but my brain is all "omg, this should happen, then this, then this, omg." Ha-ha. Hope this chapter wasn't horribly boring or anything like that. Review as you please. The point is to please big brother Japan. Pft. I know I do, because I'm amazing like that. God, I sound like Korea. _ Anyway, I'll catch you up later.