Hetalia Feels

Change (S)

Warnings for: shifts in guardianship, frustration, trees being chopped down, destruction of places for reflection (kind of poetic if you ask me), & the progression of life.

This one is going to be less sad than the others, in the sense that no one dies. Yay!
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     Hong Kong sat on a tree branch, hidden from sight of England. It was a peaceful day, he supposed, yet it felt like anything but.

      While the land outside was calm, breezes gently caressing the leaves of trees, the land inside of Hong Kong's mind was stormy.

     Hong Kong was relatively young, but he was old enough to know just what was happening to him.

     Change.

     Change, a strange thing. Something that can either be welcomed with open arms, or shunned with all might. In his case, he shunned it, yet was forced to accept it.

    China, who he looked up to and considered a big brother, was no longer his guardian. England was. It wasn't his choice, and he knew that China downright hated it, but it was the way the world worked.

     Either you get what you want, or you don't. No in-between. Sadly, for Hong Kong, he had not gotten his wish.

     The years passed. Every day, Hong Kong visited his tree branch, and thought. China became, to him, not a big brother, or family, just a teacher he had once had.

     One day, he came across him. England had just walked away, to attend to who-knows-what, and there China was. Hong Kong was so dumbfounded by seeing him that all he could muster up was, "Yo, teach."

     Though China didn't know it, Hong Kong had seen and heard everything after that. Including China calling him a delinquent. He wanted to be seen as rebellious, not as a delinquent.

Did other people think of him like that? Did he really come across as a delinquent? It was surprising just how many questions just one comment brought about.

     Was he a delinquent, though? It was hard to tell. Was that a bad thing? What did everyone else think? Is it just because of the way he talks?

Feeling confused once again, a familiar feeling by now, Hong Kong returned to his thinking tree. Except.... It wasn't there. Only a stump remained. Someone had cut it down.

     Hong Kong felt as if it hadn't been the tree, but him, who had been struck down. Ever since he was a child, even when he had nothing else, he always had that tree. The tree was old, indeed, and he knew it wouldn't be long before someone came to take it down, or it fell, but the timing had been less than perfect.

     Looking at the tree stump that had once supported a tree, his tree, Hong Kong felt something stream down his face that hadn't been there before, not even when England came to take him away.

     Tears.

     Tears, pouring out of his eyes as if they were waterfalls, wetting his cheeks with the agony of many years. All of those years he had held those tears in, telling himself it was weak to cry, to show emotions. Well, Hong Kong reasoned, If that is true, then I must be weak.

     Hong Kong didn't quite know why, but he began to run. Where to? He didn't know. Anywhere away from this pitiful stump.

     Finally, he arrived at a garden. It seemed to be abandoned. He didn't know what was being planted. He didn't know a lot of things, Hong Kong was beginning to realize.

     This garden soon became his new thinking place. Every day he would go there. To think, to cry, to show emotions, to watch the sunset- there were many reasons.

    Then, even that was torn from him. A rockslide had crashed straight into his beaten-down garden.

He found himself going on to many new thinking places, but they were always destroyed before long. It seemed that fate was not on his side.

He just kept moving on, moving on, moving on....

.... There was too much change in the world, and he didn't like it. He never would.

But it was a part of life, change. As long as life happened, change would happen as well. So he just had to learn to live with it. Live with the grief, sadness, utter agony life could bring. But also the happiness, complete joy.

It was strange, almost funny, that all of this realization had been brought about by a comment, and a tree. Nothing complex, no great life experience.

Hong Kong never gave up. One day, he reasoned, he would find a thinking place, and it would stay.

Until that day, though, he would just have to keep moving on. Keep dealing with the remarks. Keep working. Keep attending meetings. Keep searching for a new place.

Just keep... Moving... On...

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Requested by SakuraKirkland ! So sorry for the long wait. I believe I may close requests for a little while, after I finish a other few, if only so that I can write whatever I desire. I always write my best work under those circumstances. Don't worry, though! Requests will be back up eventually. I am not so proud of this one, but I did my best. So sorry if it isn't up to expectations. I may be wrong, and it's perfectly fine, but it is in my nature to think I have written something awful despite comments, and that I could do better. Well, that's all. Merry Christmas, everyone! And to those of you fellow non-Christians, happy holidays! Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!

Characters: Hong Kong, England, & China.