I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/

"Knock knock!"

Australia and New Zealand let out horrible groans. Hong Kong had just discovered knock knock jokes, and being about a four year old, they tended to be epically bad.

"You're supposed to say who," Hong Kong said, one of his sleeves in his mouth as he spoke, muffling the words.

Australia threw his hands up in the air. England had said to be nice to Hong Kong, even though he was weird, so he said, "Fine, who is it?"

"Toilet." Hong Kong was already beginning to grin, pushing his sleeves up into his mouth to hide it.

New Zealand groaned, looking over at Australia. They couldn't be expected to tolerate Hong Kong's horrible jokes much longer, could they?

"Hong Kong…" Australia protested, just knowing that this joke was going to end like the others.

"No, you're supposed to say 'Toilet who?'" Hong Kong insisted, pointing at Australia with his tiny finger.

England had said to be nice. "Toilet who?"

"Toilet poops on you!" Hong Kong burst into giggles, laughing into his sleeves.

It seemed the hilarity of the jokes was apparent only to Hong Kong, as both other colonies let out exasperated groans.

"Hong Kong, it's not funny," New Zealand tried to explain, sure in all his seven year old wisdom that he knew so much more.

"Yes it is!" Hong Kong said hotly, insisting, "It's a really funny joke!"

"No, it's not! Stop telling knock knock jokes!" Australia snapped, unable to put up with Hong Kong's apparent stupidity.

"No! Knock knock!" Hong Kong insisted, and they both buried their faces in their hands.

"We're not answering!" Australia said.

"Knock Knock! You're supposed to say, 'who's there?'" Hong Kong didn't seem to have much patience for those going against his wishes. He stamped his little foot, squeaking out, "I'll tell England!"

"We're allowed to not do jokes with you," New Zealand pointed out, though he wasn't entirely sure this was true.

"Knock knock!" Hong Kong tried again, as though they would forget their previous stances if he just said it enough.

"I'm going to tickle you," Australia said darkly, raising his fingers threateningly.

This made Hong Kong scream, and run for his life. "England! England! Don't let them tickle me!"

He nearly collided with England, who caught him and said, "So, what's this then, lad?"

"I'm funny, amn't I?" Hong Kong asked, looking up with big eyes.

"Erm, of course you're funny." England didn't really see what this had to do with anything; he put a hand on the boy's head, pushing back his bangs from his face. "Whatever makes you think you're not?"

Hong Kong pouted. "Australia and New Zealand said I'm not funny. But I am funny. I tell funny jokes all the time!"

"Hm. Well, why don't you tell me some jokes while I do my work? It could be a good change, don't you think?" England took Hong Kong's hand, and began to lead him towards his office.

"Yes! Knock knock!" Hong Kong squeaked delightedly.

"Who's there?"

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

"Banana smooshed in your face!"

Eventually, England told himself, Hong Kong would get jokes. For now, it was enough to laugh along, and let him think he was funny.

Little did he know that Hong Kong would grow up to be quite the prankster…

/AN/ Just a little bit based on how my siblings and I treated our little sister when she told jokes. Kids that age just don't understand humor quite the same way we do.