Rawr. I really hate studying for exams and tests (who's the stupid idiot who thought it would be fine to take chem, math and physics in the same semester?) ...I wish school was already over TT_TT

...I should probably be studying right now...but I can't take it anymore...so this happened ^^ (yea i know it's not a very original plot...but oh well~)

Disclaimer: I, very obviously, do not own Hetalia (but just you wait...)

England glanced at the clock and cursed his luck when he saw how late it was getting (clocks never seemed to be on his side). He was expecting China over for their usual afternoon tea (it had only become usual recently) and didn't want to keep China waiting. It had taken England forever to work up the courage to ask China to have tea with him once every week and he had only managed to ask a couple weeks ago. Well, actually he had meant to confess his feelings towards the Chinese nation, but that had failed and resulted in him inviting China to tea.

But today, England was sure that he would be able to tell China how he really felt. He had planned to present a bouquet of peonies to China, knowing that they were China's favorite flowers, only to find that none of the flower shops near his home sold any. Really, what was the bloody world coming to when he couldn't even go to a flower shop and purchase the flowers he wanted?

Angry and rather disgruntled with the state of flower shops in his country, England had turned to go back home when he had remembered that he could simply produce a bouquet of peonies with his magic- which was when he had the brilliant idea of making them enchanted so that they would alternate colors every few seconds. And after giving them to China, he would definitely tell China what he had been too scared to for the last few centuries.

Focusing his attention back to the magic circle before him, England failed to notice the door to the room open.

"England, ahen?" China said, uncertainly, as he moved into the room. Hong Kong had told him that England was somewhere in this end of the house. "Are you in here?"

Light flared up from England's magic circle, temporarily blinding and disorienting China.

"Aiyaa!" China cried as he stumbled into a cabinet and bounced into England.

"China?" England was too surprised by China's appearance to even try to catch China. Both crashed to the ground in the middle of England's magic circle.

England's blood ran cold as he realized the magic circle had been broken and he watched horror-stricken as the circle's color changed from a jade green to a bloody red.

"Oh bloody-"

Hong Kong had been wandering around England's home for a while now, trying to locate his misplaced firecrackers. Due to England's (unfair) rules, he had been forced to hide his supply of firecrackers in random places.

It was rather quiet, he mused as he looked under a couch. Too quiet, in fact. Usually by now he would expect England and China to be yelling at each other over something stupid. Hong Kong sighed; he really couldn't understand those two.

So when he heard crying instead of shouts, he was rather surprised. He got up and wandered towards the sounds. Had one of them finally broken down and started crying? Hong Kong supposed it was England. China had probably finally said something cruel enough to make him break. Poor England- it was rather pathetic to watch him try so hard and fail to express his love to China. Though, Hong Kong had observed that China had an even harder time expressing his feelings than England did.

Hong Kong sighed again, why was he stuck with two idiotic nations?

He quickly located the room where the sounds of crying were coming from. The door was already parted, so Hong Kong didn't bother knocking.

He stopped and stared in disbelief as he found two babies- both looked roughly about the age of two or three- amidst England and China's clothing. Looking closely, he realized they were China and England.

Just as he had predicted, England was the one who was crying, a small bruise forming on his head while China simply sat and stared up at Hong Kong.

Hong Kong, still in a state of disbelief, could do nothing more than stand there and stare, even when England ran over to him, wrapping his little arms around his leg.

Hong Kong felt his mouth go dry. What was he supposed to do with two baby nations? Especially when they were the ones who were supposed to be his caretakers. For a moment, Hong Kong considered abandoning them. Both only really caused him trouble, anyways.

The moment passed and, with a sigh, Hong Kong bent down and picked up China and England, each in one arm. He couldn't abandon them after all. Well, they were both rather cute with their large eyes and tiny bodies and chubby cheeks and arms. With irritation, Hong Kong realized he couldn't resist their charm and the bizarre need to pinch their cheeks.

Hong Kong quickly realized that he would need to go clothes shopping for the two soon. Out of everything he had found in England's large house (and he had found some rather weird things), he had not managed to find baby clothing. In the end, he had resorted to shoving China into one of England's button up shirts and England he had wrapped up in a piece of curtain he had torn up. Hong had to admit, he could have been a little more creative- considering how he kept having to retie England's makeshift belt around his tiny waist. At least England didn't keep trying to strip like China was. Originally, Hong had figured that China should wear something a bit more dignified than a piece of curtain, but he was seriously beginning to think that was a mistake as he chased after China's naked body yet again.

Finally catching hold of China, Hong Kong reprimanded him. "No snack for you unless you behave," he said, slipping China back into the shirt and placing him down next to England. In response, China bit his finger.

Not caring for respect, Hong Kong took away China's snack, giving it instead to England. He turned away to avoid China's puppy dog eyes. He had already fallen pray to them once already.

Noticing China's lack of food, baby England shyly pushed some of his food over to China. China quickly ate his food up before Hong could take it away. After finishing, he turned to England and slowly leaned towards him.

Hong Kong watched with amusement at the cute sight as China placed a kiss on the side of England's head. England's face quickly turned red. Hong Kong briefly wondered whether he should be getting a camera so he could use this as blackmail in the future.

England turned to China, moving to kiss China in return. Instead he was met with China's hands and shoved out of his chair on to the floor. Before anyone could react, China had grabbed the remainder of England's food and was off running (without the shirt again).

"Sensei!" Hong yelled in frustration as he went to comfort the crying England.

Really, he couldn't handle these two.

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