I'm so excited. I got my cosplay stuff and went to the military store to do shopping for my England cosplay. There was a military coat from Russia (It had the emblem on the sleeve or something) and there was an army jacket from Germany (the German flag was sewn on the sleeve), and a military jacket from Australia (tag said so), and an army jacket from France (Ha-ha, it said "armee francaise" on the sleeve). Anyway, I love my uniform and new boots. Anyway, onto the story. Final chapter! Thank you for actually reading all of this. I hope you enjoy this.
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 left England and returned back to China. UK+HK, past US+UK.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. Oh and the pinyin is for the song Tong Hua by Guang Liang. _ I love Guang Liang. I almost put in Jay Chou, but I thought this song would fit better. It's in pinyin since western cell phones don't use characters.
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 sat in the yard, watching Diana run about. The dog was another small dog, but wasn't another Yorkie.
"England?" Arthur looked back at the open back doors, staring at Alfred. "Thanks for the gift." America wandered over and sat, taking in the elder nation's appearance. The male was in black dress pants, a white dress shirt tucked in. What surprised the former colony more then the loose tie was the panda bear on the other male's lap.
"It's Hong Kong's." Arthur had seemed to have read the younger male's mind.
"Why do you have it?"
"He left it in my room when he left."
"I see." Alfred didn't know really what to say.
"How was your birthday?" The younger male smiled.
"Amazing. Fireworks everywhere and it was just so much fun."
"That's good."
"What's this I hear about a wheel?" Arthur blinked at the question.
"The Millennium Wheel? It'll be a giant wheel that'll overlook London." Alfred stared.
"So while I'm trying to stop this millennium bug, you're building a wheel? How can you do that? Doesn't the future mean anything to you?" America couldn't understand the elder nation.
"I keep telling you that that bug is a hoax, you twit. And I doubt computers are going to start coming to life and take over the world. I swear you've gone mad." England smiled but smiled gently to himself. "As for the wheel... It'll highlight London. Hong Kong would've loved it."
"Then you should grab him and show him it when the wheel unveils."
"Huh?" The two met eyes.
"You've been living with this dark cloud over your head for the last year since Hong Kong left. Have you talked to him once?"
"Well I-"
"No, you haven't. He said you never called, never wrote. England, you said you two would stay close. Or did you lie to Hong Kong?" Alfred had a stare down with Arthur, the elder of the two looking away first.
"No, I-"
"Look." America took a deep breath. "Here, Hong Kong gave me this to me when I visited him last month." The youth held out a box. "I'm not supposed to be the bringer of messages, so I'll let Hong Kong's words tell you." The male got to his feet. "I hope you make a good choice." As the former colony walked back to the house, he stopped. "Oh, and you should prepare for that bug."
"Shut up and get lost, you twit. That bug is a hoax now, grow up." Alfred chuckled.
"Love you, too, Arthur."
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Arthur opened the box on his bed, tugging out the contents. Several journals were what he met. One seemed to be caked with blood and dirt. There were sticky notes and Alfred's familiar handwriting to note the order from eldest to newest. He grabbed the first and opened up to scratchy handwriting, the writing childish and hardly legible.
I am Hong Kong. I hav no name like sir. I hear him calld Arthur. Amarika calls him England.
England stopped, blinking. These all belonged to Hong Kong? He started skimming through the first one, watching Hong Kong's progress of the English language grow as the page number grew. He never stopped skimming till he came to more in-depth thoughts of Hong Kong, which concerned his Asian family and the family he acquired due to England.
"Blood. Hong Kong's?" Arthur traced over a handprint of dried blood. He then cracked it open and read the entire first page couple pages, discovering it to be the boy's war journal from the Battle of Hong Kong.
Today I saw England for the first time in quite a while. He looked so tired from the war. We both understand that this battle with Japan will be a hard one. I'm a little afraid, but I'll be brave. I was raised better than to run away from fear. And if I were to run, that would be a disgrace to all England has done. So no matter what, I'll fight. No, I haven't gone off my trolley...yet. The time to worry is when I'm not afraid of the looming battle. I'll fight alone, for England will leave before the end. I'm just thankful for all he has done and I won't waste a single thing. I just hope I can make him proud.
England blinked. Hong Kong never told him anything about how he had felt regarding the battle. He didn't know the boy had felt so much pressure. So as he read the pages, he felt guilty for seeming to have abandoned the boy when Hong Kong needed him the most.
England left today. I'm a little sad, but also proud. He's off to fight on another shore to help bring this entire war to an end. I couldn't show my fear, but I'm afraid. I'm more afraid for him then myself. What if something bad were to happen to him? Will I live through this battle to see the end of the war? I don't know. Maybe if I do I'll tell him. I'll tug England aside and tell him that I love him. Because today...today I failed to tell him about my feelings and I doubt I'll see him for some time if at all.
Arthur almost dropped the journal. The special administrative ward had feelings for him? He went back to the words, looking for more within the words.
Canada is asleep. It's been troublesome, this battle. I'm ready to give in now. It's been eighteen days. I've had enough. I don't know if I'll write again for I'm going to meet my brother. This will be the final showdown and I doubt I'll be the victor. However, we're out of time and if my sacrifice can save more lives then I'm willing to go. England... I wish I could have bought him more time. I'm sorry.
The country set the journal down, catching his breath. Why had Hong Kong never told him his thoughts? Why he did some of the things he did? Why was he now learning them through journals? Knowing he would only learn them through printed words, England went back to the journal. The following page was just blood smeared and the next page written in blood.
It hurts. It hurts more then wounds. Sometimes I want to die, but they would never allow that.
Arthur shivered at the blood written words. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he kept going through the pages, knowing that Hong Kong had been occupied by Japan. But they were all vague, never telling what was going on. Then he paused on the third to last page.
Japan watched. He watched my torture and never stopped them. He's a monster with them. Why won't they stop? I never asked for this.
Japan never stopped the torture of his younger brother? The next page made the male hold his breath.
No one is coming to my rescue. They can beat me, rape me with their guns, spit on my body, and humiliate me till their hearts give out. I'm done.
"Hong Kong..." He felt like he was starting to understanding the boy he took care of for so long. He turned the page, a paper falling out. The page was what he read first, the page being written in pen.
The guards had me write my final will and testament. They filled in places for me, but I don't care. Nothing matters anymore.
England closed the book and unfolded the paper. Most was in Hong Kong's handwriting, but some words were childish English.
I, Hong Kong, am being sentenced to death today, August 1, 1945. I have done everything a person should not have. I have committed sins over and over and have no right to live. So I hereby state that I will willingly committing suicide on the day of the New Year January 1, 1946 at 12:00AM.
Arthur covered his mouth, as his eyes scanned over Hong Kong's signature at the bottom. They had him sign his death warrant? That was just too cruel. He was just glad they made it in time to save him.
He set the book aside and went through others. He paused at a page that had marks on it...tear marks.
Not like this. I didn't want to lose England like this. Most of all, I don't want to lose him to my elder brother. Why can't I open my mouth and tell him my thoughts? I'll leave if he picks my brother over me.
England smiled a little to himself. Hong Kong had been jealous of him spending time with Japan. That twit America brought up a little nasty bit of jealousy in the calm boy and it amused Arthur. He lightly flipped through more pages.
I don't want to go back to China. He says I didn't do anything wrong, but I probably did. Why else would he send me back? England said he'd wasn't going to send me away. And yet he's going to send me away. I don't want to go. I want to stay here with him, forever. I want to stay. I don't care if it's London or Hong Kong. I want to stay with England, right by his side. Isn't it selfish for me to want that?
Arthur sighed. He understood how deeply Hong Kong had wanted to stay. He wished he could've kept the boy with him. But he had thought it was London where the boy wanted to stay. Never did he actually think it had been by his side. He skimmed the rest of the pages till he reached the last page, a note falling out. He read the page first.
I'm leaving now. I'll forever be gone. I wish China would change his mind, but I know that won't happen. And I know England won't abandon his country. I also know this is my last chance to tell England about my feelings, but I feel like I can't. I know he can't come with me. I don't expect him to travel across the world to visit me. I don't even know if he'd ever return my feelings. So goodbye, love, I'm going to let my feelings fly away so I won't want England to race and be the prince like in fairy tales who will choose someone like me to be with. Besides, those fairy tales Elizabeth would tell me are lies. And real life is no fairy tale.
England closed the journal and set it aside, opening the letter. It was short and simple.
America, I'm mailing you my journals in favor of letting me borrow yours so long ago. Thank you for being the good older brother. I enjoy having someone familiar that I can talk with. I still feel like an outsider to my real family. Hopefully it'll get easier soon. Take good of my journals for me and return 'em one day so I can stash them away. Hong Kong P.S., No. My feelings haven't taken flight. It's painful, but I understand that I can bear with this. I just wish England would send me even a single word. Even if he were to give me a short ring. I'd enjoy hearing his voice.
England packed back up the box and got up. The sun was shining in his room.
"I read all night long." The male grumbled as he grabbed his phone and made a call across seas.
"What the hell? Do you know what time it is?"
"Belt it, twit. What is Hong Kong's cell phone number?" On the other end, America smirked and gave away the info.
"Next time wait till nine before calling me."
"Lazy twit." England mumbled.
"I love you, too, England." America chuckled before the phone was slammed down on him.
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Hong Kong blinked as his phone started to go off, the song God Save the Queen going off. He tugged out his phone as there was another text after then and another after that.
"You're popular, little brother." Taiwan giggled. She beat Korea to making a comment. Japan and China just watched the youngest sibling shift through the new texts.
Wang le you duo jiu zai mei ting dao ni dui wo shuo ni zui ai de gu shi. Wo xiang le hen jiu. Wo kai shi huang le. Shi bu shi wo you zuo cuo (le) shen me.
Ni ku zhe dui wo shuo tong hua li dou shi pian ren de. Wo bu ken eng shi ni de wang zi. Ye xu ni bu hui dong.
Cong ni shuo ai wo yi hou wo de tian kong xing xing dou liang le. Wo yuan bian cheng tong hua li. Ni ai de ne ge tian shi.
Zhang kai shuang shou bian cheng chi bang shou hu ni. Ni yao xiang xin. Xiang xin wo men hui xiang tong hua gu shi li. Xing fu he kuai le shi jie ju.
Come to the door, I have several things that belong to you.
Hong Kong almost dropped his phone at the texts. He wanted to laugh at the pinyin, but felt like it was cute. If it weren't for the fact he knew it to be a song, he'd think someone needed to get a lesson in grammer. He got up from his chair and went to the door, stopping dead in his tracks.
"England..." His phone dropped to the ground.
"Surprise." The Chinese male didn't know what to do. He didn't even know what to say. "Would you like your journals first? Or your panda?" Hong Kong took the box from the elder male.
"Come in, come in." Arthur stepped in, noticing Hong Kong's siblings right away. "What brings you so far from home?"
"You."
"What?" Hong Kong was taken aback. Well, he had figured England had come to return the things.
"I read your journals. I wish you would've talked more, told me more." England averted his eyes, coughing into his hand. "I meant the texts, although I forget what I even said." Hong Kong smiled a little.
"I've forgotten how long it has been since the last time I heard you tell me your favorite story. I have thought for a long time. I start to panic. Wondering if I have done something wrong again. You told me as you cried that everything in fairy tales are all lies. I couldn't possibly be your prince. But perhaps you don't understand either. Ever since you told me you loved me all the stars in my sky have brightened. I'm willing to become the one in the fairy tale. The angel that you love. I extend this pair of hands and turn them into wings to protect you. You must believe. Believe we will be like we are in a fairy tale. Where blessings and happiness is the ending." England chuckled.
"Yah, that." The elder of the two rubbed the back of his head. "Erm. You always wanted to see London in one go. You will get you wish."
"Huh?" Hong Kong blinked.
"It'll be a giant wheel, like a Ferris wheel, and it'll overlook London to show its beauty." The younger male was wide-eyed. "I'd love for you to come see it when it's done."
"I'd love to."
"I'm sorry I interrupted you with your family." England gave a nod to the siblings, who smiled and offered waves.
"It's fine. Won't you join us for tea?" Hong Kong offered before starting to walk back into the apartment. England grabbed his hand.
"Have your feelings gone away yet?" The youth slowly turned around, searching England's eyes to try and find why he would be asked that.
"No." He said sternly. It was clear to all that England couldn't find any words to say.
"Hong Kong, I think England is trying to say words you want to hear." Japan smiled innocently. America told him of his suspicion of England's feelings for his younger brother.
"Sir?" The young Chinese male turned from his brother to England, who had pink tinted cheeks.
"Be-belt it, Japan." Hong Kong chuckled.
"I still fancy you, sir." Arthur was sure his jaw was slightly open. He hadn't expected the boy to come out and confess the words. But he was even more shocked at the uneasiness that had taken over the boy's being, his eyes slightly afraid.
"I'm glad."
"Sir?" England gently kissed the younger boy. It was on the light side and quick. England looked away afterwards while Hong Kong stared. The younger male placed both hands in the elder's cheeks to make it so they looked at each other. "I love you, sir." The Chinese male kissed the Brit.
"Go Hong Kong~" Korea cheered in the background, Taiwan hitting him with a couch pillow. Japan smiled happily while China looked like he was going to throw a fit.
"England." England caught his breath when they parted.
"Huh?"
"Call me that. No more 'sir', alright?" Hong Kong took the other's hand.
"Okay."
"No! No! He is not alright to stay, aru!" China flailed, pointing at Arthur.
"Pft." Hong Kong huffed.
"He's fine to say. I'm grown up and can make my own choices. England is fine to stay. If you object, we can do this by democracy." Hong Kong looked to his siblings.
"He's fine by me." Taiwan smiled at the elder nation with her younger brother.
"I totally agree." Korea raised his hand.
"You should take a seat, England." China sighed in defeat. But he was going to keep a close eye on the two.
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"Do you like the view, Hong Kong?" The said male was attached to England's arm. He wanted to run around the capsule and start pointing out places.
"England, it's the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben. I can see St. Margaret's in West Minister. I can even see West Minister Abbey! And that's Portcullis House, right?" Hong Kong was pointing out the glass.
"Yup. And next to it is the Methodist Central Hall. Oh back there would be the former New Scotland Yard."
"Wait, wait, that's the...Foreign and... Commonwealth offices."
"Can you spy Buckingham Palace?" England chuckled and watched the younger male search before spotting it.
"There! Right past the offices."
"And this big building before us?" Arthur pointed.
"That's too easy, the Ministry of Defence. And behind it is St. Jame's Park and the Horse Guards Parade." England smiled.
"How about this real big building next to the Ministry of Defence?"
"Whitehall court. Oh, oh. I wanna see over that way!" Hong Kong pointed to their right towards more familiar buildings. The two passed by other on-lookers. "I can see the BT Tower." England chuckled.
"It's hard to miss. It's easier to see then Cleopatra's Needle right near the Shell Mex House."
"Look. I can see St Paul's Cathedral from here." England chuckled.
"Do you find this beautiful, Hong Kong?"
"I do." The Chinese youth looked to the elder.
"We'll come back at towards dusk, towards the last couple rides. True beauty comes out then."
They caught the first bus they could to take a walk through Hyde Park. The just walked all they could before catching dinner and going back to the wheel. Hong Kong waited outside while England went in to get the tickets.
"I wonder what it's like to be in a boat looking up at the Millennium Wheel." Hong Kong was leaning against the railing, staring into the water.
"Probably just like it is for us here on the shore." Hong Kong lightly shrugged. They hadn't gotten in line yet, which made him curious as to whether or not they would be going on the Wheel at all. But he noticed towards 11:30 they got in line.
"It's beautiful." Hong Kong was amused by all the bright lights of the town. England simply smiled. "Even Big Ben is lit up. Hey, it's almost midnight." Hong Kong pointed out.
"Hong Kong?"
"Yes?" The younger male turned to his companion who kissed him right as Big Ben chimed midnight and fireworks lit up the sky.
"Happy New Year." England smiled. His resolution was to never let the boy before him go. He couldn't afford to lose him twice.
"This is the best way to welcome in the New Year and the Millennium." Hong Kong tugged the male into another kiss. The really was the perfect way to welcome a new life.
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Ugh. I'm done! I'm done! This chapter was sooooooooooo long. I'm so sorry. I almost cut it in half and made another chapter, but I don't like odd numbers and would thus need to make this story even longer to add yet another chapter on. Heh, and I doubt anyone wants this longer. Oh. But I am plotting a possible sequel. I don't know yet if it'll be one-shot or be a couple chapters long. However, I do know it won't be long. Way shorter then this, five chapters at most. I can't believe this is done. Wow. And you stuck with me till the end, thank you. Thank you so very much. Review if you wish. Flames will not be accepted. If you don't have nothing nice to say then don't say nothing. TTFN~