Okay, here we go. This is just an idea I randomly had for a oneshot, or possibly more. Enjoy!

Warning: Some disturbing elements. And history,

I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/

England's eyes shot open as desperate screams echoed down the hall. Was Germany attacking?! Or had some catastrophe struck one of his siblings?

He threw off his blankets, throwing the door open and dashing down the hallway. He could already feel panic digging its jagged nails into his shoulders, causing him to run faster than he was even aware of. The sick realization hit him as he neared the room the screaming and crashing was coming from: Hong Kong was under attack.

He threw open the door, and had he not survived so many bloody, senseless wars before this day, he would not have been able to take in the scene without gagging.

Blood was spattered over the walls, along with other fluids England dared not to recognize. The sheets were torn, the bedstand knocked over and the nightlight had long been out, smashed against the wall along with the clock formerly on the bedstand.

Hong Kong himself was in the middle of the room, coated in blood and bruises, with one eye swollen shut. He was shrieking and sobbing, trying to tear free from the man that held him by the hair. England's jaw dropped, and his fists clenched with hate as he stared at the bloodstained enemy.

He should have known the day was close when that devil would wreak his havok on Hong Kong.

"Let him go!" England shouted, ready to strangle the monster with his bare hands. The other only tilted his head, and smiled- a dark smirk, devoid of any true humor. "And why should I? You're in no position to stop me."

Hong Kong whimpered as Japan pulled him up to his feet by his hair, reaching towards England like a child that had been stung by a bee might reach for his mother. England started forward, reaching for the dagger he had taken to sleeping with. Japan's answer was to place his katana against Hong Kong's throat, causing the child to go completely still.

England's rage grew to an aching pitch in his chest, as he roared at Japan helplessly, "I'll kill you, you bastard!"

An empty chuckle escaped from Japan's lips. He held no respect for the other island nation, nor sympathy. With a trace of a smirk about his mouth, he said patiently, "England, surely you would prefer him alive and captured than in your hands and dead?"

England shook with rage, but kept his clenched fists at his sides. What Japan said was true, and he didn't dare allow his adopted younger brother to die.

Japan smiled approvingly. "You are smarter than you seem, England. Your actions, or lack thereof, will allow Hong Kong to live." He easily lifted the sobbing child under one arm, turning to leave through the large window he had entered through.

"Goodbye, England. I'm afraid you'll never see your colony again." And all England could do was watch helplessly as Hong Kong's tearstained face disappeared into the night, along with the cold monster who kidnapped him. He fell to his knees, clutching his head in his hands. The sorrow was so many times worse than when the other colonies had declared independence; this was sheer agony.

How could he have allowed this to happen?

/AN/ And yes, this is about the invasion of Hong Kong. I figured since I've already done several oneshots on England and Hong Kong this would be a good one to do. There's a really good (better) version of this battle that's much longer and includes Canada, which I recommend you read. I hope this didn't get too wangsty.