I had fun with the English language. Ha-ha. Being of British heritage made me realize how much British slang I use in my daily life. And how some things are used in some American phrases. God, but some phrases are amusing beyond anything. Anyway...another chapter up. Enjoy.
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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The snow outside wasn't any distraction for those who lived within the house. Elizabeth went about her duties, cleaning up the house. She tended to do that even though she lived within the home now.
Arthur was settled on the floor near the fireplace, Hong Kong snuggled into his lap. The five-year-old was happily reading along, although his face seemed indifferent. England had decided to give the boy a break on reading the hard books and had settled on reading him a simple short story.
"The end." Arthur closed the book. Hong Kong tilted his head back to look at Arthur.
"Another one? Tell me another story?" England blinked before nodding. He wasn't the best at telling stories, well making them up. He could tell things about Saints and the likes. But as he was going to begin the next tale, there was a loud knock at the front door.
"I'll get it, Sir." James, Arthur's trusted butler wandered by and to the door. Elizabeth, who had been wandering by with a broom, dropped it and rushed to the sitting room where Arthur and Hong Kong were.
"Sir, its Alfred and Matthew." England stared.
"Ugh. Let them in." He couldn't be heartless and let them remain out in the cold. Sure, he could do that to that git America, but not Canada.
"Yes, sir." Elizabeth disappeared to get her broom and relay the message.
"Who're Alfred and Matthew?" Hong Kong spoke, reminding Arthur of the boy upon his lap.
"Ah, they're America and Canada. I raised them as well. They're independent nations now." Hong Kong nodded his head.
"England~" America's obnoxious voice, well obnoxious to England, came right through the door before it was opened by James to allow the younger nations into the room.
"You twit, don't shout!" Arthur growled, getting up and setting Hong Kong down.
"Hey, what-what is that? Another colony?" Alfred had almost dropped his Christmas present for Arthur. He had been talked into the act by Matthew.
"This is Hong Kong. Hong Kong, the loud mouthed twit is America. The quieter one is Canada." Canada smiled kindly at the child.
"I'm Matthew Williams, but you can feel free to call me Matthew." Hong Kong took in Matthew's appearance. He was well dressed, not like England though. But it reminded him of the eldest nation. And having a bear on a present didn't change his mind that the nation was unique.
"And I'm Alfred F. Jones~" America pointed to himself.
"We all know who you are, you twit. And stop yelling." Hong Kong looked to Arthur, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose, to Alfred. The male who was loud looked so silly. He had on a funny hat, one that surely wouldn't be needed in the cold weather. And his dress shirt was tan and his tie looked dirty. His vest was weird and had a star on it. The star made him wonder what it was for.
"Oh." America noticed the weird look on Hong Kong's face. "We're exploring the entire continent and a lot of people are moving west." America wandered over and put his hat atop Hong Kong's head. "That's a cowboy hat. We ride horses and all that. And this star here means I'm important." America pointed to the star on his vest. "And these here are holsters for guns." America patted the empty holsters.
"Ah." Hong Kong replied. All questions about the former colony were gone. Small digits had gone up to touch the hat on his head.
"Keep it. I can get a new one." America smiled before turning to Arthur. "You should've sent word of your new colony." America huffed.
"Like I have to tell you about such matters." Arthur crossed his arms.
"Why don't we try and get along." Matthew's voice was heard...and ignored.
"Well, it'd be nice to hear what goes on with you."
"Pft. Like I need to tell some ignorant twit. Stop whinging."
"I'm not whinging!" America huffed.
"Sure, sure, think as you please."
"Has he gone off his trolley, Sir?" Hong Kong looked up at England. The room was suddenly silent, except for the crackling of the fire. Suddenly Arthur took to laughing. Canada was trying to keep from laughing, still remembering some British terms. America looked like he was going to drop the present.
"I have not!"
"No, I'm afraid he hasn't gone off his trolley yet, Hong Kong, he's just a little dim." The child nodded.
"Sir, tea and scones and escalates cake." Elizabeth wandered in with a tray, setting them on the center coffee table that was set between two couches.
"Thanks, Elizabeth." England looked to Hong Kong. "Why don't you go take the book back to your room." Hong Kong nodded before grabbing the discarded book and walking off.
Alfred watched the small island, taking in his appearance. The boy was in black dress shorts, white knee high dress socks, a white short-sleeve dress shirt, a tan vest and a black tie. The boy didn't seem concerned that it was winter time. Then again, the house was cozy warm.
"Have a seat." Arthur motioned for the younger boys to sit, that they were welcomed.
"How long as he been here for, England?" Alfred asked, taking a seat and setting his present beside him to take a cup of tea. If the maid made it then it surely wasn't poisoned.
"It's been two years now." England paused in sipping his tea to speak.
"Two years and you haven't told us?" Alfred stared.
"Like I need to tell you all of my affairs." Alfred grumbled as he grabbed a scone.
"He speaks really good English." Canada remarked, giving a piece of cake to Kumajiro.
"Yes, he caught on very quickly and learned at a very good rate. He learns now as if English was his native language." England smiled a little to himself.
"So where is he from again?" America spoke up.
"China. He's a small island off China's southern coast." America laughed.
"An island owning an island. Now that's hilarious."
"Belt it."
"Do you think he's going to come back?" Matthew wondered. As if on cue, Hong Kong was slightly in the door way, not sure if he was invited to return.
"Come in and join us, Hong Kong." Arthur called to the boy, who wandered over and sat beside the larger island. He settled on silently eating a scone while the adults talked.
"So, Hong Kong, is England treating you well?" Alfred asked the boy.
"Yes." Hong Kong replied.
"Why wouldn't I treat him well? I treated you properly. I treated Matthew fine, too." Hong Kong watched as Arthur and Alfred went into another argument. He then wondered if Alfred was the boy in the painting he saw when exploring England's room a couple weeks ago. He usually tended to stay away from the room, even when Arthur was in it. However curiosity got the best of him.
"You're full of yourself sometimes, Arthur." England looked shocked at the words.
"Oh bloody hell. Get your head out of your arse." England growled.
"You can't even say ass." America laughed.
"Shite! Don't say such vulgar language! Especially around a child." Arthur raised his voice. Alfred then remembered Hong Kong and coughed, stuffing a scone into his mouth. "I aught to box your ears, that's what I aught to do." England leaned back, settling on drinking his tea.
"Do you even understand the words coming out of his mouth?" America looked to Hong Kong, who nodded.
"Of course."
"Care to explain?" Hong Kong stared at America.
"It's horses for courses." America slapped his forehead. The European male was even getting Hong Kong into talking rubbish.
"I think it's cute." Alfred glanced at Matthew. When did he-oh right, Matthew was the reason why he was visiting England in the first place. "Talking similar is cute. Just like father and son. The child picks up habits from his parents." Canada smiled goofily.
"He's gone nuts, don't mind him." Alfred coughed. England glanced at Hong Kong, who was sipping tea and watching their guests. The boy tended to act a little like him, but for the most part the boy had his own unique personality. The youth must have felt the stare for he glanced up, blinking at the blonde haired male.
"Sir?" England shook his head.
"Just thinking." England set his empty cup on the table. "It wouldn't be a bad thing, Alfred. At least I'd feel safe knowing he wouldn't become a nitwit like you." America's mouth lay open for a minute.
"Do you two always argue like this? It doesn't make us feel like a family." Matthew glanced between the two. "But I suppose its sibling rivalry. France said brothers are always like this."
"Ugh. Don't remind me of the family thing." America huffed.
"Agreed. Who wants to be family with someone like that American?" England crossed his arms.
"Eh? Eh?" Canada looked between them. "I wouldn't have brought him had I thought the visit would be so sour." Canada stared at Kumajiro, the bear munching on a scone.
"Who are you?" Matthew looked a little shocked at the sudden question, but settled back down.
"Oh, right." Both America and England remembered that it was just a simple, friendly visit.
"It's Christmas time soon, so we came to bring you presents." Alfred tried to forget all the words said before and try to make the best of the situation, for Matthew.
"We didn't expect a new colony to be here." Matthew felt a little sorry he hadn't really asked before hand. He had sent a letter that they would visit sometime before Christmas, him and America. His reply was simply that they would be welcome to stay for a couple days so that their trip wouldn't be rushed. "But we can always go out and shop while here." Canada smiled.
"Eh? You mean we're staying here for a while?" America looked at his brother.
"I told you that." Matthew stared back.
"God. I guess I forgot. Man..." America rubbed the back of his head.
"Elizabeth has set up the rooms for you. I can have James ready the carriage to take you into town, if you would like that. Otherwise, you're free to roam around." England called for Elizabeth, the female smiling as she entered.
"We'll go to town." Matthew spoke for himself and America. Alfred grumbled but didn't object.
"Alright. Elizabeth, everything can be taken away." Elizabeth nodded.
"Right away." Elizabeth began to move everything onto the tray to remove it. "Oh, sir. The snow outside has stopped." Hong Kong's eyes went wide before glancing to England.
"Thank you for the information." Elizabeth smiled and left. "I'll find James and have him ready the carriage." Arthur got up and left.
"Hong Kong, do you really like it here?" Alfred leaned forward.
"Stop pissing around." Hong Kong stared at the former colony. "I already told you I do."
"Ya'know, Arthur can be a pain. He may enforce some harsh laws and taxes upon your island." Hong Kong didn't stop staring.
"Stop telling porkies. He's kinder then that. Go find someone else to have a chin wag with."
"Ugh. The British kill the English language. I don't even know what the hell he just said." America was frustrated.
"He said to stop telling lies. Go find someone else to talk with." Arthur leaned in the doorway. He knew the English of America was losing the British words and adapting new ones. They also spoke with a funny accent. "Anyway, James says the carriage should be ready within a couple minutes. Come, I'll show you your rooms. Hong Kong, why don't you go see if you can help Elizabeth with anything." The boy got up and silently left to the kitchen.
"Does he even get to do anything fun?" Alfred asked as he and Matthew followed England through the house.
"Of course. You interrupted story time. You can be the one to tell him a story, America." England snickered.
"Sure. I can tell him about how great my country is." England and Canada stared at the male.
"Full of yourself, as always." England stopped outside a door. "This is your room, Matthew." England pointed to the opposing door. "And that's your room, Alfred."
"Hey, do you still have my old room set up?"
"I gave it to Hong Kong." England crossed his arms and walked away without another word. America looked a little distraught at the reply and silently entered his room.
"Can we go outside and play now?" Hong Kong was sitting on the counter top, staring out the window when England entered the kitchen. The boy turned around to look at England.
"If we're to go outside, then you need to change into warmer clothes." The elder male offered a small smile.
"Okay." Arthur helped the boy down from the counter. Elizabeth, who had been cleaning the dishes, smiled at Arthur.
"You're so good with kids, sir." Arthur waved a hand carelessly.
"It's not like Hong Kong is the first. I raised Matthew and Alfred, too." Hong Kong began to tug Arthur from the kitchen. He was literally attached to England when they ran into Canada and America in the hallway, along with James.
"Sir, the carriage is ready." James announced.
"Great. I need Alfred and Matthew brought to and from town." England confided in his friend. The elder male bowed.
"Of course. Follow me." He spoke to America and Canada.
"We'll be back soon." Canada smiled and followed after James. America silently glanced from England to Hong Kong then followed Matthew. England wondered if something was bothering the younger boy, since usually there would have been snotty goodbye. He wouldn't think about it more, but Hong Kong went back to tugging his arm.
"Alright, alright." England didn't care for the demands from the child, but knew it was just how kids were. He helped Hong Kong pick out warmer clothing that would be suitable to wear out in the snow. He retreated to his own room to change. About halfway done, he found Hong Kong sitting on his bed. It was the first time the boy had come into his room. "You're all set?"
"Yes, sir." Hong Kong replied, openly looking around the room. It seemed welcoming and probably full of history. "Is that America?" Hong Kong pointed to a small painting on the wall. He knew one to be England.
"Hm?" England glanced over at what Hong Kong was pointing at. "Yes. He was a cute kid then." England finished changing and stood in front of Hong Kong, a gloved hand held out to the boy. "Shall we go have some fun?" The boy took it and they headed off to build snowmen in the front yard.
"I can't believe he'd give my old room to that brat." America huffed as he walked around the toy shop with Canada.
"Well, a kid's room should go to a kid." Canada was looking through something.
"Seriously."
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Alfred stayed up later then the rest of the house, but it was for one reason only and that was to fully explore. He exited his room, trying to be as quiet as possible. It had been over fifty years since he last lived in this house, but could still recall it very well. He stopped in front of Arthur's bedroom door then went down the hallway, stopping outside his old bedroom. He swallowed hard before slowly opening the door. The door slowly opened as America stared into the room.
"That bastard lied to me." America's voice was a hush. The room was the same as he had left it. England left it untouched. Alfred wandered into the room, thinking about the old days. Most things that had been important to him he had brought to his home in America with him, but there were still so many items within the room to bring back memories.
"What are you doing?" A small voice made America jump.
"Shit, you scared me, Hong Kong." Alfred clutched his chest. The boy wandered into the room, curious about it. "This used to be my room when I lived here."
"Why did you leave?"
"Hm. A lot of reasons." America noticed the island wouldn't let him get away with just that. "I was a colony, like you. He raised me from a child to a young adult. He taught me everything I know, just about. Anyway, we had a lot of trouble and England would come running. To fight battles, you need men and money. We were heavily taxed to pay back for the costs. And if we tried to get them lowered, we'd be rejected. I used to think it was alright, he could tax and we'd stay close. He'd come running if I was in trouble. But it got to be too much." Alfred wandered to the window, watching the snow fall. "I revolted. A revolution took place. I even had France come in to aid me. It was a rainy day when the fighting came to an end. I won my independence and became my own nation." America turned around to see Hong Kong sitting on his bed. "Wanting independence is normal. It's actually common thinking lately."
"I don't want it." Hong Kong got up.
"Huh?" Alfred blinked as the small boy headed for the door.
"You left him, I won't. I'm not leaving England." Hong Kong disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. Alfred chuckled to himself.
"I thought that at first, too." The former colony retreated back to the room he was staying in. He wouldn't go back into his old room.
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Arthur was happy to see America leaving, but he felt bad for Matthew having to deal with him more then he did. "Take care." England stood at the front door, a hand on Hong Kong's shoulder.
"Be good for England, Hong Kong." Matthew smiled friendly at the small boy. "And if you ever need anything, you can count on me for help." Hong Kong nodded.
"Pft. You can come to me for anything, Hong Kong. I still remember what it's like living with this guy. Write me if you can't get him to let you visit. He might fear I'll give you ideas about independence and all that." America laughed.
"Get lost, you twit." Arthur huffed. "Honestly." Alfred snickered before leaning in and kissing the British male on the cheek.
"Take care, Arthur." The Brit started spewing out words that made little sense, his face slightly tinted red. Hong Kong just stared at the eldest male before looking at the two who were leaving.
"Goodbye." Hong Kong gave his farewell and the two left for home.
"Finally, that brat is gone." England huffed and stormed further into the house. Hong Kong followed right behind him.
"Do you hate America, sir?" England settled in the living room, the room warm from the roaring fire.
"Hate him?" Hong Kong settled on the couch. "I suppose I don't. We just don't see eye to eye."
"Will we become like that, sir?" England looked at Hong Kong, who was staring at the table.
"I'm not like that with Matthew, now am I? But I suppose, I can only hope that we don't become like that." Hong Kong nodded, he'd sure to do his best so they weren't like that at all.
"It'd be amazing, sir."
"What would?" The sudden conversation change caught the elder male by surprise.
"London is the center of the world, so something to help everyone see the beauty that is London, sir." Hong Kong hopped off the couch.
"Hm. A drive could do just that." England thought about it.
"But still, that takes a long time, sir. And there is so much to see." The colony smiled. "I want to see every exciting place in London, sir. That would be blooming brill." England couldn't help but chuckle at the boy.
"One day you'll get your wish, Hong Kong. And when we figure out a way to show the important highlights of London, I'll let you know and show you." Hong Kong crawled back onto the couch to kiss England on the cheek.
"Awesome!" Hong Kong then disappeared from the room, excited for the future.
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Yah, I think I went overboard with the British slang. Most probably wasn't even used back then. Ha-ha, this was interesting. I had an awesome idea while writing this chapter. It's silly that I realized I could go through with my idea since hints of the future plan are laid out in here. Fun stuff, fun stuff. Alright, I'm moving onto the next chapter. Prepare for a time skip larger then a couple years.