Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot

Warning: Historical events involved. However there may be historical inaccuracies as well. If you find it as tedious as history book, please tell me in time!

A/N: Well, it really took me some time to think about how to continue the story. After discussing with some friends from Hong Kong, I realized there were some problems in the way I portrayed this boy so I feel obliged to change his personality a little.

Arthur didn't tell Hong Kong about Wang Yao's visit, but he knew the boy successfully managed to get news about what took place in his native land. Anyway, no one could stop the wide spread and rapid development of newspaper and telegraph.

It was said that waves of revolutions and reformation came about in Wang Yao's home and yet none of them fully succeeded.

It was said that Wang Yao's land had been carved up by some powerful countries and the Chinese was badly ill, almost on the verge of death.

It was said that Honda Kiku, one of his previous family members, betrayed Wang Yao, carried their little sister, Taiwan away and occupied Yong Soo's land, declaiming the final collapse of their Asian family.

No one was able to imagine how astonished when the boy got aware of those unbelievable changes and how he survived the shock. He put down the newspaper, slowly closed his empty eyes, exhausted and numb. It was like someone drilled a small hole on the core of his emotion, sucking the essence drop by drop. He pretended nothing had happened and persuaded himself to calm down. However a voice whispered beside his ears over and over, confirming how cruel the reality was.

"Honey, you see, it is REALITY, definitely. All you can do is nothing but accept what had happened."

There was a splitting headache in his head which was such an agony for the boy to bear. He wanted to scream, cry and give vent to his lament, wrath and regret accumulating in the past decades. He was desirous to ask the god why he had to undergo such a miserable fate and why all the goodliness and happiness were cracked into fragments like a piece of fragile mirror, so vulnerable and irretrievable. He really wished to run abroad the ship back to hometown to reunion with other siblings- Kiku, that shy and gentle boy picked from an island by elder brother; Yong Soo, a naughty and easygoing guy who always made troubles; Taiwan, his lovely little sweetie who liked to plague to her brothers and Wang Yao, that young man who kept calm even in an emergency and dedicated all he had to support the roof of the whole family.

"Boy, what happened? You look terrible." Noticing the Hong Kong's pale face and bad mood, Arthur asked attentively.

Though he made every effort, finally the boy failed to hold back those warm streams of teardrops out of sadness and disappointment. He totally broke down, burst into tears and questioned loudly at the top of his voice. "Why, Arthur, tell me why. Why things turn out like this? Why did I have to leave home at such a young age without a tiny chance of going back? Why did I have to force myself to readapt to such a different and strange environment to survive?" Warm liquids stream down the boy's delicate face like a river.

The boy's grieved cries immediately shocked Arthur and threw him into a loss for words to alleviate Hong Kong's pain. The Briton sought every corner of his brain only to find the most useless words when it comes to a mournful person.

"Don't cry, boy, don't cry. " Without any hesitation, Arthur warmly gave the boy a big hug and kept patting softly on his back. "Let go, let go of the past. I'll give you a sweeter home, I promise. Believe me, everything will be okay."

The young boy made no reply but continued to weep bitterly. Uttering a deep sigh, the Briton patiently wiped out the tears on the boy's face with his sleeve though those liquids was still spilling from the boy's pitch-black eyes.

It really took some time for Hong Kong to calm down and recover from those negative emotions. At the same time, Arthur got ready for another silent battle against the boy's frosty attitude and the annoying loyalty to his homeland. Much to his surprise, the relationship between them was improved a lot which he never expected.

The boy started to call him Arthur rather than Mr. Kirkland which sounded like he was no more than a stranger. The boy gradually got used to throwing Arthur warm smiles and sometimes he even asked Arthur to read him a story about fairies and witches.

The Briton hardly believed those changes that happened to Hong Kong. Was that a miracle? He had thought the boy would never surrender or changed his attitude a little bit even the hell froze.

Fortunately, this turned out to be wrong much to Arthur's surprise.

Perhaps I could rewrite a warm story with this child, just like the one with THAT person, Arthur murmured to himself with a book in bed before falling asleep. But he did not know what was waiting for him around the corner.