He we go, onto the next chapter. This will turn into a very interesting chapter. At least, I hope so. Besides, I have my cup of tea so I'm all ready to do this. So 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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He felt a little cheated, always seeing England with Japan. And when the elder male would go away, he wondered if he was seeing Japan. He couldn't stop thinking about whether or not that was where Arthur had disappeared to now.
"Hey, you can't think like that, Hong Kong." America was sitting across from the younger male. They were talking over tea and escalates cake.
"They're always together." Hong Kong couldn't look up from his cup of tea.
"Right..." America sighed lightly. "It's my fault."
"Huh?" The younger boy cast chocolate orbs on the elder male.
"I've been having England figure Japan out for me for a while. It's not like he's a bad guy really. I kinda..." America couldn't finish his sentence, his cheeks tinted light pink.
"You fancy him?" Hong Kong was a little surprised but never showed such through his mask of indifference.
"Yes."
"I see. And England was a way to get to know him?" America nodded.
"I didn't think it would do any damage. Both say they've grown to be good friends." Alfred felt a little guilty at all the pain he put his adopted little brother through for so many years. "But have you told Arthur about how you feel?"
"No." Alfred set his cup down and leaned forward.
"Tell him. Tell him that you want him to spend time with you. He's an idiot and won't realize it unless you tell him. It's hard to tell what you're thinking unless you talk, especially since you have such a solid mask." The words caused Hong Kong to blink, settling his cup on the table.
"What if I mess up?" Hong Kong looked to the side.
"There is no messing up. You just tell him as is. He's got thick skin, most of the time. And besides, it'll make you feel better if you just come out with it." Hong Kong nodded. "Want to hear a little bit of when we were younger?"
"Alright." Hong Kong would play perfect audience.
"England has always been this strong nation you can look up to. Most of the time, it's true. But he's a softy underneath and cares about those around him. He handmade me Royal guards, each of them unique. I treasured them. In fact, I still have them. I can't bring myself to throw them out. He was always concerned for me and tried not to worry me. I used to see him injured a lot and he'd tell me not to worry." America took in a deep breath. "He never kept me on a tight leash, so I tested it a lot. I don't regret revolting and becoming independent. I guess I used to feel a little guilty for leaving him and ruining our relationship, our friendship. But then you came along Hong Kong..." Hong Kong blinked at the pause. "I think he was happy again. He seemed to treat you like he did me." America laughed. "Made him actually look like an adult. But I'm happy, we're friends again. I used to wonder if he hated me, he sure as hell acted like it. But I figure he doesn't."
"I see."
"Hong Kong, I revolted against him. I did things that went against him. But look, we're friends. Me and England are still close."
"Even if you two argue like there's no tomorrow?" America cocked a smirk.
"Yup. That's just proof of our friendship." The colony nodded at the words. "I was talking with Japan; England will probably be meeting with China soon."
"Why?"
"Over you, but don't worry. Everything should turn out fine." America got to his feet and stretched. "Anyway, I should get going. I agreed to meet Canada over in France for something or other. I forgot why. I'll stop back and spend some time here before I go home."
"Thank you for stopping by." Hong Kong walked Alfred to the door.
"Hang in there, Hong Kong." Alfred put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I'll be back and when I do, how about we go play some...football." Alfred wasn't exactly used to calling soccer football. Hong Kong nodded.
"Alright. I'll be waiting."
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England was in and out of the house, often running between Parliament and the Queen. Seeing Hong Kong made the male particularly sad.
"Go meet with them, Arthur." England stood before the Prime Minister. The Queen had spoken the same words. "We can't militarily defend Hong Kong if the Chinese want to take it back." The Brit bowed.
"As you command." He almost stormed out of the room had he not remembered whose presence he had been in.
He had been running around for a while, China had sent word that they would not renew the lease-hold over the new territories when the lease ends in 1997. As if that hadn't been enough, they wanted to negotiate the return of the other two parts of Hong Kong. And England knew. He knew that would mean handing his beloved former colony back to his older brother.
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"Hong Kong?" England stood in the doorway. He was tired, but had to come out and tell the younger male.
"England." The younger male had been sitting in the grass in the backyard, reading a book and playing with the dog England had gotten so he wouldn't be lonely with all the chaos. It had been a little dog, who was currently curled up on Hong Kong's lap. The black parts to his coat blended in with Hong Kong's black dress pants. The boy's white dress shirt was lightly covered in dog hair on the very bottom tips. And England wondered if the boy knew it could turn green if he wasn't careful of the grass.
"London really does love you." England referred to the dog, who he named after his capital.
"She does." Hong Kong closed his book and set it aside on the grass. "Has everything been sorted out finally?" Arthur had never let him in on what was going on. So he only took it as something big.
"I'm afraid so." The nation moved closer. "May I sit?" Hong Kong silently nodded and England sat next to him, taking up petting the Yorkshire terrier. "You remember how the new territories will be returned to China on July 1, 1997?"
"Yes." England swallowed.
"You'll be returning to China as well." There was complete silence as Hong Kong stared at England in disbelief.
"No." Hong Kong shot up. His black tie stuck close and his arms had caught the dog before he tumbled to the ground. "I don't want that." England shook his head.
"There's nothing I can do." England stared at the grass. "You'll be returned, but China promised that for the fifty years following your return, you would retain a capitalist economy and would become a 'special administrative region' under some formula about 'one country, two systems' or something like that. You're already a British dependent territory, have been since last year. I was just never able to tell you." England sighed. "Until 2047, your official language will remain English, your residents won't pay taxes to China, and the economy will remain generally autonomous. However, China will control your defense and foreign policy."
"No." Hong Kong hugged the small dog. "What did I do wrong?"
"Huh?"
"What did I do wrong to make you return me?" Hong Kong let the dog go to the ground. "I...I never thought of revolting, sir. I was always doing my best." England got to his feet.
"Hong Kong..."
"Is it because of the battle?" The dependent territory took in a sharp breath. "I couldn't hold them off for more then 18 days. But it was hard. And they massacred my people, even the wounded. You saved my life sir. And since then you've rebuilt my island and have been nothing but good to me. And I've done nothing wrong in return. So why?"
"Hong Kong, it's not about the battle or any of that."
"Do you like my brother more?"
"What?"
"America told me a while back that he had interest in my brother and you were doing him a favor. It hurt, sir, to see you two together. While under Japanese control, they told me...I was a colony. I'm not as grand as a country, not as important. Countries belong with countries, colonies are unimportant."
"That's all unimportant Hong Kong." England moved towards the younger boy and wrapped his arms around him. "Hong Kong, a long time ago you asked me...why I took you with me and kept you beside me. I know it's the land the matters not the person, but I care about you. I didn't know anything about you, but I had seen it like taking in another Matthew or Alfred. When they were old enough, I gave them a larger leash, but I didn't want that with you. I was afraid you'd turn your back on me and leave. You said you wouldn't, but I was grateful to have you right here."
"Don't send me away, England." Hong Kong clutched the elder male.
"If I could, I would. But I can't stop it. I'm sorry." Frustrated, Hong Kong pushed the male aside and left into the house. London looked to Arthur before she trailed after the boy. "Great." England sighed as he grabbed the book Hong Kong had been reading. He was blinking at the fact it wasn't a book but a journal, the first page stating it belonged to Alfred. He couldn't help but wonder how his dependent territory got a hold of such a thing, but dismissed it as he walked back inside. That was unimportant at the moment. Trying to patch things with the younger male was his top priority.
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Erm, I think I've really been rushing everything. _ But it's only because I ran out of ideas. I've probably gone back and added a lot of stuff before these were even posted. I had more ideas for this chapter, but they'll all get moved to next chapter. Hope I haven't lost your interest in this story. You've come eight chapters in and there's only two more to go. Go, go, go~ Till next time.