I do not own Hetalia. If I did, there would be a few more females added. Way too few IMO.

Oh, and Leon/Xiang is Hong Kong, btw. And the explaination? Yeah, probably not true. Don't count on it. And I'm sticking Matthew here because I need him. For some reason I cannot comprehend just yet. Sorry for crappy spelling and grammar. My Word Document's being a bitch, so I'm using WordPad.

Hong Kong frowned. Where was he? All he could see was fancy furniture, a huge bed and old stuff that did not interest him at all. Then it hit him- this was Mr. Kirkland's house.

And pause.

Here I will explain to you why Hong Kong was in England's house. Yes, by England I do mean that fuzzy-browed, angry manifestation of the country England, also known as Arthur Kirkland. You see, Leon had been, for lack of better terms, kidnapped over the course of a night by notorius wanna-be 'father', Mr. Kirkland.

Beforehand, Mr. Kirkland had been discussing heatedly about opium in China's house (and winning, too), when the most adorable kid (Hong Kong) had popped into the room with a tray of tea. It was I-want-that-kid-as-my-son at first sight.

So, when China was prepping the tea, England promptly grabbed the kiddo under his arm and ran like the wind. Because, well, China was damn fast. Once safely at his home, he laughed and showed the apathetic Hong Kong his new room.

Continue.

The stench of something hit the air. Hong Kong hopped out of bed and opened the door- only to find another kid staring at him. Hong Kong did not move and inch or show any emotion. "Heeey! You're that new kid! I saw you, Dad brought you in! You don't look like one of us, though! Who are you? Whoa, nice clothes! How much?" the other kid chirped.

Hong Kong stared. "I am Hong Kong, and my clothing is not for sale," he replied monotonously. The other kid pouted. "No real name? I'm Alfred F. Jones, also known as America! And this is- wait...what was I going to say?" Alfred frowned. "I'm sure I was going to introduce someone else..."

"Me! Canada! Matthew!" a voice yelled. Hong Kong swivelled his head around wildly. It took a few seconds before he saw a...transparent kid? "Are you a ghost?" he asked. Macky looked up. "You-you can see me?" he whispered. Hong Kong slowly nodded. Merly looked shocked and a bit happy.

"KIDS! GET YOUR BLOODY BEHINDS DOWN HERE! BREAKFAST!" Alfred and Mat rushed down. Hong Kong slowly followed.

The stench increased. Hong Kong felt like vomiting. He reached the table to find- what was that? England turned around happily, holding a plate of a surely poisonous thing. Because the word food does not apply to England's cooking.

As Hong Kong sat down, he swore the thing on his plate was moving. "What is this?" he asked, a bit afraid. England beamed. "My specialty- scones!" he cackled. Hong Kong prodded it and nearly screamed when it poked him back. He stared in amazement at the two other boys as they scarfed down everything on their plates.

"How?" he hissed. "Look, uh, Alfred, I'll give you my sash if you eat this week's breakfast for me." Alfred nodded and nearly shoved the plate down his mouth. Hong Kong gagged, and reluctantly parted with his sash.

England, ever unaware of the secret dealings, smiled at Hong Kong. "Okay, I'm Arthur Kirkland, your new father!" Hong Kong twitched, not liking the idea of a parent whose cooking could potentially kill you. "What's your human name?" 'Father' asked. Hong Kong blinked. "Xiang," he said.

Arthur frowned. "Seeang? No, no. Too complicated," he muttered. His face suddenly brightened. Uh oh. "I'll rename you!" he exclaimed. "From this day on, you are now...uh...Leon! Yes, Leon!"

"Now that that's over, seconds, anyone?" Leon chose this time to empty his stomach on Arthur's lovingly polished wooden floor.

R&R, please. Should I continue or just check this off as completed?