Hehe. I think I'm going to love this chapter the most. I don't know. How I plotted it, it'll either be this or chapter ten that makes my favorite chapter. Hm. But the chapter with America and Canada visiting is a hilarious chapter. Ah, onto this chapter you go. Anyway, read away.
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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England didn't know what to do with himself when he heard America relay the message of Japan's surrender. He was overjoyed. This was a complete victory. What meant the most would be the return of Hong Kong.
"Does that boy really mean that much to you?" England was in the automobile with America, on their way to the hospital. England had been told America had brought his colony to the hospital.
"Of course." America nodded. "Is he in bad shape?" America looked out the window.
"You'll have to see him for yourself. All that matters is he's alive." America knew completely what had happened. He had seen first hand the horrors that Japan had inflicted upon the lands in China. He knew what the smaller male was capable of doing. What frightened Alfred the most was that it didn't matter whether the person was family or not, Kiku would take out anything in his path.
England was a little unsettled at the other's words, but was a little at ease at seeing the hospital within sight. The car stopped and the driver got out, opening the door for the males to get out.
"Now England, don't startle him. He's been through a lot." America lectured the elder male. A nurse just exited Hong Kong's room and smiled at Alfred.
"Your younger brother is doing very well, Mr. Jones. We expect a full recovery." Alfred nodded.
"Thank you." He ducked into the room, Arthur at his heels. Hong Kong was looking out the window. "I have a visitor for you, Hong Kong." The youngest male looked to the intruders.
England was a little disturbed at the boy's appearance. His left arm was completely bandaged and in a sling. The sleeve on his right arm was rolled up, revealing the bandages that decorated his arm with the IV. There was a bandage on his right cheek. Bandage wraps were wound tightly around the male's head, masking his left eye. A single lifeless black hue was focused on the Brit's being.
"Hong Kong..." England found himself at the younger male's side, grabbing a hold of the other's hand. "I'm sorry." He couldn't take back his sin of sending the other into a futile battle. It caused the other to be harmed so harshly.
"It was a war, sir. Soldiers are sent to war knowing that they may not live. But sir, I'm alive." Arthur noticed how thin Hong Kong had become. The boy had been thin before but he was now just skin and bones.
"Yes, you're alive. Thank god." England brushed some strands from the colony's face. "What did Japan do to you?" He more muttered the words to himself then to Hong Kong. He couldn't overlook anything.
"It's past history. I'm okay now, England." Arthur lightly wrapped his arms around the younger boy in a light hug as to not hurt him.
"That's all that matters. I'll see about having you released soon or transferred." The small island nodded.
England parted with America at his side. He could rebuild the colony. That wasn't a problem. Land was land. As for the boy whom he had come to adore, he would take the best care of him to bring him back to good health.
"You're a softy for him, England." America couldn't help but smirk as they neared the front desk.
"Belt it, you twit." The nurse smiled as the two approached.
"How may I help you?"
"Do you know when Henry Kirkland will be released?" Alfred spoke up right away. The sudden name confused Arthur to no end.
"Hm. Oh. Well..." The nurse was looking through scattered files and notes. "Here we are." She found a file that was to be handed to the next doctor heading that way. She opened and looked through it. "They really want to keep him here for a while, sir. They don't know how serious everything is." The nurse looked up at the two.
"What about a transfer?" The nurse blinked. "Transfer to another hospital." The nurse frowned.
"I don't know. You'd have to talk to one of his doctors." Arthur nodded.
"Come on, Arthur. We should go back and just wait for a doctor to appear. It won't kill you to see him in an American hospital for a little bit." Alfred had taken up tugging the other back to the room. England couldn't help but notice there were a lot of patients. "This is a hospital that those returning back from war will often visit. Many hospitals have been full with a lot of diseases floating around."
"What?!? And you're keeping him here?!?" Arthur had the younger male by the collar of his jacket.
"Don't worry. Since the beginning of the war, this hospital is strictly military use. It's quite clean." England relaxed a little.
"Do tell me... Is there more wrong then what we see in appearance?" Alfred stopped walking.
"Japan is even cruel to his family." Arthur had stopped, noticing they were outside Hong Kong's room. "He's slightly starved. I...I saw the horrible things the Germans did, England, but they weren't family. He's also been abused for the time he spent there. He often sits and repeats 'three years and eight months' over and over. It's how long he was under Japanese control. Land is healed easier then a person's psyche." America sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Canada asks about him, too. He says he's sorry that he couldn't really help protect Hong Kong for longer then eighteen days."
"It's not his fault. We all knew the island would fall in enemy hands." England pushed open the door and wandered into the room. Alfred followed after him.
England told Hong Kong about some changes to England, about some bombings which had changed the landscape. Alfred and Arthur spoke the most, Hong Kong mostly listened. They weren't talking for long when the doctor came in.
"Oh, hello there." The doctor smiled.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones, the patient's older brother." Alfred shook the doctor's hand.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland, the patient's father." He guessed that was the role he was to take up at the moment.
"Ah. You're so young." The doctor, who was middle age, chuckled.
"I wanted to talk to you about transferring my son." Arthur spoke in a serious tone.
"Transferring? I can assure you that this is the best hospital in the area." England shook his head.
"America is still far from home for him. I would feel better if he were home in England." The doctor blinked.
"We'd have to take a more in depth look at your son to even see if he can be moved to another area." The doctor looked to the boy on the bed.
"I tell you, just let him stay here. It won't hurt anyone, Arthur." Alfred spoke up.
"It's fine to remain here." Hong Kong's voice was heard.
"Are you sure?" England blinked as the young male nodded.
"Yes." Arthur sighed.
"Is it fine if you have a roommate? We're starting to run out of room to have single rooms." The owner of the colony was about to speak, but Alfred clamped a hand over his mouth.
"It's fine." Hong Kong spoke for himself.
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"Take good care of England, Hong Kong." Alfred smiled as his brothers stood ready to board the ship that would take them away to England.
"Pft. You're the one who needs to be babysat." Arthur crossed his arms.
"Real funny. I was the hero, Ya'know." Arthur turned to the boat.
"And I guess I have to thank you for that. You helped bring the war to an end." England sure as hell wasn't going to actually say the two words alone and America knew that was the closest to a 'thank you' he would get.
"You're welcome. Now you two should head on your way. Hong Kong looks exhausted." The said male did look tired. After having spent a month in the hospital, just getting up and walking around was tiring. It hadn't helped that he had spent the entire night lying awake after a nightmare.
"Alright. Take care." Arthur cast a small thankful smile to Alfred, who smiled widely and waved.
"You, too. Get better soon, Hong Kong. I'll drag Canada and we'll come visit you." The youngest male nodded.
"Alright." He liked the sound of it.
He left for the ship with Arthur, knowing full well Alfred would board a ship soon that was headed west. He knew the American was going to visit his elder brother. What for, he didn't know. He didn't understand the way America thought.
"This way." England led the colony down below deck to show him to his room.
"It's familiar." Hong Kong spoke as he sat on the bed. He was still in his hospital clothes.
"What is?" England blinked, pausing in helped the younger male remove his shoes.
"I just...had a feeling...that this is familiar." With his shoes off, Hong Kong relaxed on the bed. "How many times have we been on a boat together?" England pulled up the sheets before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Countless." England chuckled. "And often times I had to help you into your bed because you were too sick to move." Hong Kong lightly nodded as he closed his eyes.
"Will you stay till I'm asleep?" England smiled.
"Of course. Don't I always?" He held onto the young male's hand. It reminded him of the first time he met the child and had him on a ship. He panicked without the boy, afraid he had been hurt. He luckily found him and he was just a little seasick. When he went to put the boy to bed, Hong Kong had clung to him, wanting him to stay with him. So England remained with the boy till he fell asleep. This time, he hadn't been lucky enough to find his colony seasick. This time the boy had been gravely injured. After panic and fear subsided, Arthur was glad to just have the boy back and alive.
"England?" Hong Kong's voice was soft, half asleep.
"Yes?"
"If the person doesn't matter, only the land... Why do you still keep me around?" The younger male held back a yawn. "Why did you take me with you in the first place?" The question was something Arthur had not expected. He didn't have an answer. But knowing that Hong Kong had fallen asleep put the male at ease knowing he could think about it.
"Why DID I take you with me?" He was unsure himself. He had always known the land was more important then the person, but he wanted to keep the boy close. Sure, he sometimes had seen Hong Kong as a way to prove to the world that he could raise a perfect colony. But somewhere, his thoughts had changed and he grew attached to the boy. "Why do I keep you around?" Arthur's voice was hushed as he spoke, placing a hand on the younger male's unbandaged cheek. "Because I...care... about you." Arthur got up and left the room.
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Hong Kong stood on the balcony off England's room, watching the two elder males. He didn't know what they were talking about. But they were relaxed. It was beautiful outside, the sun was shining. Arthur and Kiku were together having tea. He knew England still had loose ends to tie up with the war and was often gone for a long time, but he didn't expect this.
He didn't want to watch the scene unfolding. England must've said something funny for Japan had lightly laughed before smiling. Turning his back on the scene, Hong Kong headed back into the house. It hurt to see his brother with the one who owned him.
"Maybe it is right to assume he was telling the truth." Andrea, the new house keeper, smiled at Hong Kong.
"Young master, would you like a spot of tea?"
"Ah. Please. Um, but I'll be in my room." Andrea nodded.
"Of course." Hong Kong then went to his room, taking a seat on his bed.
"A colony is below a country." Hong Kong drew a leg onto his bed. "I'm only a servant. I'm of a different class then England. And Japan..." The boy took in a sharp breath. "I'm not jealous." He got up and wandered to his desk, sitting down. He searched for paper and something to write with, deciding on writing a letter to America.
Andrea brought him his tea and announced his brother was going to be leaving shortly, but Hong Kong was uninterested. He hadn't greeted his brother upon arrival and wouldn't give him a farewell.
"Not like this..." Hong Kong muttered as his pen fell from his hand. "I didn't want to lose him like this."
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Ha-ha. Another chapter down. This turned out waaayyyy longer then I believed it would. So I actually decided to move some bits from this chapter to the next. Hehe. If you have questions, best hold them in for all will be explained in the chapters to come. Poor Hong Kong. Time to report in to Japan that I finished another chapter and then head off to bed. Three more chapters to go. I hope I don't disappoint you guys. Anyway, thanks for reading. I'll catch you up later.