[[OK! OK! I'm sorry! Writer's block is eating me alive.

By the way, it's my headcanon that because he's half-British Hong Kong can muster a perfect English accent but also has a habit of using British slang involuntarily even when not using the accent. Just so you know.

Hetalia doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah.]]

China admired the table he had set up. It was his best Ming table covered with various Chinese delicacies, including Shanghai crab and pork bao. He couldn't wait for Taiwan, Japan and Thailand to visit so they could eat the delicious food he had ready.

"Ah, it looks awesome, da ze!" said Korea excitedly. "Can I eat it?"

"HECK NO, ARU!" snapped China, pulling the drooling Korea away from the food. "WE DON'T EAT UNTIL THE GUESTS ARRIVE, ARU!"

"Like, stop being such a spaz, sensei," said Hong Kong, who was leaning against the kitchen doorway. "It's only food."

"I have every right to be a spaz, aru!" insisted China, crossing his arms. "I don't want to ruin my relationship with my little siblings any more than I already have, aru."

Hong Kong rolled his eyes.

Korea jumped up and down, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, Hong Kong, da ze! Stop being such a killjoy and have some fun, da ze!" He looked longingly at the food. "I'm so freaking hungry, da ze…"

"Control yourself, aru."

"I don't like being down," said Hong Kong, his eyebrows slanting, "but all of you are so embarrassing when we're all together."

"Don't be so cynical, da ze! You're just sad because England isn't here!" said Korea, sticking his tongue out.

"I am not sad! And it's seriously not because Dad isn't here!"

"Yeah, right, da ze! Hong Kong loves his daddy, da ze!"

"Will you shut up?"

"Stop fighting, aru!" China scolded. "I swear, you two are going to kill me, aru!"

"He started it, da ze."

"You're not pinning this one on me, you git."

"'Git'? Hong Kong, your British is showing, haha!"

"I can't help it! Stuck being British territory for like, 200-something years affects you, you know!"

"Whatever you say."

China's face went red at the word "git". "Hong Kong! Stop using British slang, aru! You're not his son anymore, aru!"

Hong Kong smiled slightly as he turned on his English accent. "That's what he wants you to think, mum."

"AIYAA! Did you just call me your MOTHER, aru?!"

"Sure did."

"I am NOT a girl, aru! I am a man and anyone can see it!"

"Then what about how the guy came up to flirt with you when you wore your hair down at the department store, da ze?"

"I TOLD YOU THAT WE'D NEVER MENTION THAT AGAIN, ARU."

"Hahahaha! Even Father admits about your femininity factor, mum! Isn't that lovely? Hahahahahaha!"

"Oh shut up, aru. Wait...that Opium-dork said WHAT?!"

"I just said it, mum."

"Drop the stupid accent and talk normally, aru!"

"Fine, fine. You're ruining my fun."

China shook his head. "Honestly, aru. You two exist to annoy me, aru."

"That's not my fault."

"SHUT UP!"

"Oh, Aniki! By the way, I invited Orleans-chan over to dinner too since she's dating Hong Kong!"

"You did WHAT, aru?!"

"Oh jolly good!" said Hong Kong heartily, his accent back on, "Yong Soo just ruined mother's life! Isn't that swell!"

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, ARU!"

"It is my business. That's my girlfriend. And like, why the heck would you even DO that, Korea?"

"I know it would make things awkward for you."

"I'm seriously going to kill you."

"Try to catch me, da ze!"

Hong Kong made a running dash after Korea, who was laughing maniacally as he sped away.

China stared after them, and then began to bang his head on the counter.

[[God, I suck.]]