SomeRandomGuest: Prussia? But...isn't he already dead? Nah, I'm just kidding (love u prussia sorry!) but yeah, it's Hong Kong instead tbh idk why I love Hong Kong but I have a tendency to kill off those I love ._.

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And another huge tak to hetaliafangirl4ever, begitte, SomeSimpleStories, and 5862-senbonzakura for following!

Disclaimer: hetalia is not mine; probably never will be

ALSO, GUYS, YOU WON'T EVER HAVE TO USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE FOR THIS STORY BECAUSE ALL THE ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS TO LANGUAGES OTHER THAN ENGLISH WILL BE DISPLAYED FIRST THING IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW. UNLESS YOU DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH. THEN USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE.

Taiwan woke to the doorbell ringing. She vaguely wondered why Hong Kong made his doorbell so loud.

She climbed out of bed, fixed her bedhead, threw on her clothes from yesterday, listened to whoever was outside the door (probably Korea) ring the bell again impatiently, sprayed air freshener that smelled like lavender when she got downstairs, and then finally opened the door.

"Nuówēi?" The said Norwegian nodded, whether in affirmation or greeting she couldn't tell. Taiwan was surprised to see him here. She covered her mouth slightly so her just-woke-up breath didn't waft around in the lavender scented air and reach her guest's nose. "Come in,"

They sat around awkwardly in the living room for a bit after Taiwan offered him tea and he declined. It was unnerving. He just stared off into nowhere with an impossibly blank expression, devoid of any feeling or any clue as to what he was thinking. Taiwan had no idea what to say. Thankfully, Norway then decided to break the silence in a quiet voice. "So, you live with him?"

"Hmm?" Taiwan almost didn't hear him. "Oh no, I'm just staying here, and, um, watching over him." She winced a bit as she said that. Taiwan assumed Norway knew the news. Why else would he come?

"...Can I see him?"

The Taiwanese girl blinked. "Um, hâo," She led Norway to he kitchen, and pushed aside the huge plastic sheet she'd placed there to keep the odor of dead person from stinking the whole apartment up and to avoid any accidental glances at Hong Kong. Looking away (Taiwan figured she'd looked at him enough), Taiwan pointed to the very obvious torn apart body in the middle of the kitchen.

She sneaked a look at Norway. At first glance, he barely looked perturbed, but as she gazed closer, Taiwan could almost sense the slight disgust and horror that he let slip from his emotionless façade.

Nevertheless, Norway inched closer to the limp limbs and a head attached to chunks of flesh—which was the only way to describe what Hong Kong's chest had become. It was atrocious. He looked around the whole kitchen. A still-pointing Taiwan, looking down at the plastic tiled floor. The plastic doorway cover sheet. High maintenance kitchen appliances—refrigerator, oven, microwave, sink, stove, rice cooker, cabinets. Nine bloody handleless blades lying on the countertop. An opened box of Chinese sweets. Pans and pots still on the stove. A hacked-open coconut in the sink, lying next to a single washed plate that had a large crack in it. Rags hastily thrown on the counter. A garbage can that barely held any garbage in it. An odd looking cooking machine atop the microwave. That was interesting. Norway decided to inspect the machine.

It looked somewhat broken, and had a large bowl in the middle of the contraption. Ten little broken handles surrounded the bowl, and it had a mess of buttons on an underside platform. It confused Norway. What kind of a cooking appliance was this? Probably an Asian thing. It still struck him as somewhat suspicious though.

Norway had a thousand questions floating around in his head, just waiting to be answered, but he was scared to voice them. He always felt uneasy around strangers or people he wasn't all too familiar with, Taiwan included.

Finally Taiwan said, "Norway?" He whipped his head around at the sound of his name. She continued, "Uh...are you finished?"

"Um...ja...let me just—" Norway suddenly stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat as the gasp refused to come out. Because what he just saw was definitely not supposed to happen.

"He just moved."

"Excuse me?" Taiwan raised an eyebrow as if she merely hadn't heard correctly.

"I—uh," Norway shook his head slightly. Hong Kong hadn't moved. He was dead. He couldn't move. Norway was just seeing things. Or going crazy. He was probably high off of the overwhelming scent of air freshener that he could literally feel going down his throat when he breathed. Okay. It was just the air freshener. Hong Kong hadn't really moved, of course—

Åh Herregud yes he had.

There was no denying it now. Hong Kong had twitched so obviously Norway was completely sure he hadn't gotten blitzed from an inhale of air freshener. Norway scrambled closer to the corpse and held his breath, partly from the stench and partly from the anxiousness. Was he really alive? Was it the wind? Could he sense the air freshener from the Underworld? Norway wasn't sure what he should do. He thought about giving it a poke, but no way was he touching that bloody mush.

And then Hong Kong's eye opened in just the slightest. And stared right at Norway through a crack. It was almost unnoticeable. But Norway noticed it. He became a bit afraid, not to mention paranoid, masked under his perpetually calm demeanor. He called for a faerie in Norwegian under his breath and extremely softly, so Taiwan wouldn't hear and become suspicious or believe he was crazy. As soon as he felt the faerie who'd arrived in a matter of seconds flutter past his earlobe, he muttered a request and the faerie immediately, without a second glance, put her hand on Hong Kong's chest. A nod of confirmation was all Norway needed.

"Taiwan," he said quietly.

Taiwan had been watching him intently, confused, but intrigued. She wondered briefly if Norway was a type of detective like England. It would explain why he was inspecting Hong Kong's body with such interest. She didn't think Norway and Hong Kong were actually close. Or were they? The teenager seemed to like European ways after all; he could be going to Europe every day for all Taiwan knew.

When Norway once again shattered the silence, Taiwan started, not expecting the quiet nation to say anything. "Yes?"

"I know you probably won't believe me, but he—he's not dead. He's just unconscious." Norway looked up, expecting a look that screamed, 'go to a mental hospital!' Instead, all he got from Taiwan was confusion.

"Norway? Can you speak a bit louder, please?"

Norway frowned, but obliged, and in a much louder voice, repeated his previous words. Yet again, the only emotion that Taiwan radiated was utter perplexedness. "Norway, please don't mouth your words. I can't read lips. What won't I believe?"

By now Norway was getting agitated. "I had not been mouthing. I said my words loud and clear. I'm sure of that."

Taiwan looked uneasy. "Well, no sound came out of your mouth. All I heard was 'You won't believe me,'"

"Clean your ears then. I'll say it once more: Hong Kong is not dead. His heart, although extremely faintly, still beats,"

The young Mandarin girl looked like she was trying very hard to fight exasperation. "Norway, please, speak! I won't know what you're trying to say unless you do,"

Norway felt the same way, but now he was completely pissed. "Listen! I keep saying Hong Kong isn't dead, and I know that I am shouting it; I can hear myself! He's simply unconscious! Did any of that get through to you? Or are you still deaf?" He himself was surprised by his tone of voice. Norway never spoke that loudly to anyone but his family.

Taiwan tugged at her hair in a frustrated manner. "No, I heard nothing! Are you seriously even talking—" Before she could finish, Norway walked past her, out of the kitchen, and out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him shut with a huge bang.

Taiwan blinked as the echo of the slammed door vibrated throughout the house. Why had he gone from politely quiet to exasperated and rude in such a short time? Taiwan sighed, trudging out of the kitchen and drawing the plastic sheet cover back again. It had been too sudden to put up a fight, and she was too tired to fume after he'd left. She collapsed onto the couch. Guests were too much for her this morning—

The doorbell rang. A muffled voice shouted from outside: "Taiwan? It's Thailand! I heard about Hong Kong! I made some authentic kaeng khiao wan for you—you know, the green curry?—if you want it! It'll definitely cheer you up!"

Taiwan groaned. She figured she'd have to be dealing with guests all day.

To Lillebror from me:

Island. I know u won't believe me but u have to listen bc i saW IT WITH MY OWN FUCKING TWO EYES OK

To me from Lillebror:

Um ok calm down what is it

To Lillebror from me:

Hong Kong isn't dead. I saw it an he moved and he saw me and he is fruitless NOT DEAD

To Lillebror from me:

*definitely, not fruitless wtf

To me from Lillebror:

wtf do u mean definitely not fruitless is that wat I won't believe. What's not fruitless I don't get it bye

To Lillebror from me:

wait

To Lillebror from me:

don't u dare fucking leave

To Lillebror from me:

Island come back

To Lillebror from me:

ISLAND DIDNT U GTE MY TEXT

To Lillebror from me:

HONG KONG IS ALIVE COME ON

To Lillebror from me:

YOUR BEST FRIEND IS NOT DEAD HE TWITCHED

To Lillebror from me:

ICELAND

To Lillebror from me:

piCK UP YUOR GODDAMN PHONE

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

England

To me from Not A Real Wizard:

Yes?

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

Hong Kong isn't dead. I saw him move and he saw me.

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

believe me.

To me from Not A Real Wizard:

...believe what?

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

England I literally just told u

To me from Not A Real Wizard:

No you didn't you just said believe me

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

What the fuck

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

Hong Kong is not dead.

To me from Not A Real Wizard:

Norway? Were you going to tell me something?

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

yes your fucking son or whatever is alive ok are you purposefully doing this

To me from Not A Real Wizard:

Norway?

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

What

To me from Not A Real Wizard:

Oh, I thought I lost you. You were saying? What am I to believe?

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

I'm going to say this one last time ok.
Hong Kong is not dead.
You better have gotten that I fucking swear

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

HONG KONG ISNT DEAD

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

HES ALIVE GOT IT

To Not A Real Wizard from me:

CAN YOU EVEN READ HES ALIVE

To me from Not A Wizard:

Norway? Are you still there?

To Kina from me:

china please receive this

To me from Kina:

Norway? I got it aru what's wrong?

To Kina from me:

...why do u say aru in ur texts

To me from Kina:

STOP JUDGING ME ARU

To Kina from me:

Ok fine. Just...I'm going to send u a lot of texts so piece them together

To me from Kina:

Ok...?

To Kina from me:

Hong Kong

To Kina from me:

((did you get that))

To me from Kina:

Yes Hong Kong what aru I know he's dead if that's what ypu're saying

To Kina from me:

Hong Kong is

To me from Kina:

Go on aru

To Kina from me:

not dead

To me from Kina:

I said go on aru!

To Kina from me:

Hong

To Kina from me:

Kong

To Kina from me:

Is

To Kina from me:

Not

To Kina from me:

Dead

To me from Kina:

HONG KONG IS WHAT ARU

To Kina from me:

HES NOT DEAD

To me from Kina:

NORWAY

To me from Kina:

OK IF YOU WONT TELL ME THEN GOODNIGHT ARU SO RUDE

To Kina from me:

oh my god...

To Idiot from me:

Danmark are you getting my texts

To me from Idiot:

JAA

To me from Idiot:

lmao why

To Idiot from me:

just tell me if you get my next one

To Idiot from me:

Hong Kong is not dead.

To me from Idiot:

Did u send it

To Idiot from me:

Yes

To me from Idiot:

NAH DIDN'T GET IT idk why

To Idiot from me:

...

To Idiot from me:

I hate Apple

From Telenor to me:

You have used up nearly 65% of your messaging data limit for the month. If you use up to 100% before this month's end, you will have to pay a fine of 100 NOK for the following month.

From me to Telenor:

WELL FUCK YOU TOO

[A/N]: Nuówēi - 'Norway' in Chinese pinyin

hâo - 'okay' in Chinese pinyin

ja - 'yes' in Norwegian ((forgot to put that last chapter))

Kina - 'China' in Norwegian

åh Herregud - oh God in Norwegian

Telenor is a Norwegian phone company. NOK is Norwegian Kroner: the Norwegian currency. I don't know if Telenor gives out these types of messages in Norway where you have to pay a fine if u go over your texting limit, but my phone company in America does ugh. If anyone wants to clear up any mistakes I made with that please tell me because I am not Norwegian and I don't know shit

Wow i haven't updated in a while. I mean it's nothing compared to my other stories but still wow

the texts were fun tho.

I lied the world meeting's tomorrow

but anyway I'm glad to know I surprised some people with the revelation of who died? idk I tried to make it sorta obvious by putting in like people Hong would be close to (except Norway but he was relevant. He's always relevant. ...truth be told I just really really like writing Norway uvu...although he was being a bitch to Taiwan at the end ngl)

a review or two would be much appreciated

~giraaaaaaffe