Ugh, let the drama begin. No, seriously. I mean, this chapter will have some drama to it, but not as much that will be seen later on. Like, say...next chapter? God, chapter nine will have the most. Ha-ha. Anyway, story time. 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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Hong Kong just wandered the house. He didn't know what to do with himself. England was away visiting with the Queen and hadn't been home in a while. He didn't even get any word from the elder male. He finally settled down to write a reply letter to America, who felt like his pen pal. He'd sometimes get letters from Canada. He figured this would be the only way to get to know his siblings, well the ones he was connected to via England.

The front door opened and closed right as the youth leaned back. The British male came right into the living room, staring at Hong Kong. The look started the younger male, who sat up straight. In the fifty something years of living together, the look was unusual.

"Hong Kong..." The blonde ruffled his hair as he tried to figure out what to say.

"What's wrong? Do you need to go away again?" The colony was used to Arthur being in and out. He was left on his own now, since Elizabeth had retired to America and James had passed away. They had a new butler, Andrew, but it wasn't exactly the same.

"I'm being sent to China." This caught Hong Kong's attention. The boy scrambled to his feet.

"Let me come with you." This surprised England, the younger male volunteering to go on a long boat ride.

"You don't need to." Hong Kong shook his head. "Anyway, I don't think you're alright to travel. You still have that disease." [1]

"I'm fine. It's nothing that I don't think could kill me."

"It'll still take a toll on you. I know it did me."

"I want to go." England nodded. Hong Kong would be stubborn and wouldn't stop till he was allowed to come.

"Alright. Then let's pack. We leave soon."

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England stared at China. Did he just hear right? No, no, he didn't. He couldn't have.

"If you don't agree, there is no deal, aru." England sighed and nodded.

"Alright, in 99 years these new territories will be returned to China." China smiled.

"Good, then midnight on June 30th, 1997, the new territories will be returned, aru." England nodded.

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Hong Kong leaned against the side of the ship, watching the people at port shuffle about. He sighed as he thought back. He was more like these people then England. Somewhere when he was younger, he discovered this fact before his first visit back to his country of birth. Of course, he wanted to deny this. If he could deny it, then it wouldn't be true. If it wasn't true then it would mean he could forever stand beside England.

"Sir!" Hong Kong called to England as he appeared on the dock, China at his side. England seemed to blink and gave a wave to the Chinese youth. He motioned for the boy to come onto the dock. This was a little bit of a shock, but the colony disembarked from the ship. "Is something wrong, sir?" He hoped nothing was, but he noticed it. Within the elder male's eyes seemed to be a bit of sadness. Had something bad happened?

"Nothing is wrong, China just wished to see and talk to you." England placed a hand on Hong Kong's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, before he boarded the ship. Brown hues never left the British male till he was aboard the ship.

"Hong Kong, you're growing up so fast, aru." China first had noticed the height different. Hong Kong was taller then him. "How have you been, aru?"

"Fine." The younger of the two replied.

"Is England treating you well, aru?" Hong Kong simply nodded. "That's good, aru. You should come visit more, aru."

"We'll see." The colony wasn't sure he wanted to.

"Here, aru. Some books to relearn Chinese, aru." China held out a couple books, a cloth held them grouped together.

"Um, thank you?" Hong Kong took the books and stared at them.

"You should remember your native tongue, aru. It'll be good for your visits back here, aru." China smiled.

"Uh, right. Thanks. I should be going now." Hong Kong turned to move but the elder male suddenly hugged him.

"Take good care of yourself, aru."

"Right. You as well." The younger male boarded the ship, not caring if they took off now or later. He wandered right into the room England occupied. "What was that about?" Hong Kong dropped his books on England's bags.

"Nothing."

"Porkies." The crown colony wandered to the bed and sat on the edge.

"The new land which is yours is a lease. We leased new territories." England sighed, taking a breath. "In ninety-nine years they will go back to China. That's all." He had been satisfied a little that Hong Kong could properly be defended because the surrounding areas were now under British control. But he was unsatisfied with the land being a lease that will expire. What if China begins to demand the rest back?

"What are you crying for?" Hong Kong leaned over and wiped away a tear.

"I'm not. Now you should rest a little. We'll be setting sail shortly." England got up and brushed by the younger male and left the room.

"Did I do something wrong?" Hong Kong stared at the closed door. He got up and left the room for his own, forgetting his books.

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England didn't look alright. He looked...sad. Hong Kong reached out a hand to touch the elder male, but he couldn't even reach him. All he could do was stand and watch. Was he a ghost? Did something happen to him?

"I'm sorry, Hong Kong." Why was the elder male sad?

"Sir?" He found his voice, as well as finding the elder male looking at him.

"China will be coming for you shortly." The words made the boy blink.

"What?" Did he hear right.

"Today is the day you go back to China, remember?" Something in Hong Kong's heart ached.

"But I don't want to go, sir." The boy stepped forward; the blonde haired male just shook his head.

"There is nothing I can do. Come." They sat on separate sides of the carriage; silence the only thing in the carriage besides themselves. The scenes of the country were becoming blurred. As he looked out the windows, he saw scenes growing up. They made him even sadder then he was at hearing he would be returning to China. He wanted to stay.

"Sir?" The former British colony stood beside his soon-to-be former owner. They were overlooking the sea. He reached over and held the elder male's hand. "I don't want this... I don't want to leave." He could feel the hot tears that threatened to fall. He could feel the loneliness that was seeping into his being as his companion slowly turned into flower petals and was blown away.

Hong Kong snapped awake, able to feels the tears that had leaked and wouldn't stop falling. That was a horrible dream. He shakily got to his feet and left his room. Again he dreamt the same dream. He wandered down the hall, pausing outside the familiar door of the elder nation. Light was leaking out into the hallway, but the youth was still hesitant about entering. As he decided to take a seat, Arthur opened the door. He blinked at the sight of Hong Kong, suddenly disturbed by the boy's appearance.

"What's wrong?" The country moved his hand and wiped away the tears. The crown colony took to clinging to the elder male. He had never told Arthur of his worries, of his dreams and fears.

"I don't want to leave." The words confused England.

"What are you talking about?"

"Promise you'll never send me away?" England knew insecurity when he saw it.

"I'm not going to send you away. Come, you can sleep in my room." He ushered the boy into the room, shutting the door. Has the younger male been worrying the last couple weeks since they visited China? He suddenly felt guilty for never noticing this. "Here," England helped the boy into the bed. He could finish his letter later at another time and decided to stuff it into his desk. He shut out the light and crawled into bed. Hong Kong remained at his side the entire night.

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[1] In 1894, the bubonic plague erupted in Tai Ping Shan, a Chinese quarter in Hong Kong. It was a problem that lasted for the next thirty years.

Ugh. I'm at a brain fart and can't continue any more in this chapter. And I can't stop crying. D= I never wanna have to RP being returned back to China. I'd rather die then do it. History makes me sad so much. This was such a short chapter compared to the last two. And it may prove to be shorter then the next one. Who knows. More drama to come. Hahaha.