APH: Children Are Gluttons 2

Hong Kong stifled a belch as he leaned back in the comfortable chair he was sitting in, finishing up on another serving of food. Never had he been to this thing called a 'buffet', but he loved it. The food was amazing, and he could eat however much he wanted! He had tried everything of this new food, and he didn't know how many portions exactly that he had took.

England tried to hide the smirk on his face, sipping his tea slowly. He had noticed the boy constantly adjust his belt when it began to dig in his skin after a few portions of food, yet the elder did not dare say a word. Instead, he urged him to continue eating, which he gladly did. Now the boy looked stuffed to his maximum, his stomach now a bit rounder, the buttons beginning to strain.

"Hong Kong," England spoke up, watching the boy place a hand on his stomach, the shirt riding up a bit more with each breath. Eventually the lower portion of his stomach below his belly button was soon exposed, the belt too tight against his skin. "Do you have any more room for dessert?"

"D-Dessert?" Hong Kong's eyes widened slightly. Even though he was completely stuffed, he still wanted more food. Breathing heavily, he nodded slowly. "Y-Yes, I still want m-more food…"

England smirked. So he was right, the kid was a glutton… "Alright there lad, I'll go get you some more." he stood up and walked back to the buffet, picking up a plate of a large slice of thick, moist, double fudge cake. Why not add a bit of extra sugar? Hong Kong was a growing boy…

Giggling, England drizzled the chocolate cake with even more chocolate syrup. He then put some more whipped cream onto the cake, trying to make it as sugary and fattening as possible. Caramel, Fudge, and other topping he put on and around the plate until even he thought it was too much.

"Here you go lad." England smiled, placing the plate in front of the Asian. Hong Kong stared dumbly at the large amount of food in front of him.

"England, I cannot eat all of this…"

"Of course you can! Just dig in!" England urged him on, watching as Hong Kong sighed in defeat and inched closer to the table, taking forkful by forkful of the thick cake into his mouth. He saw the boy's shirt continue to ride up as he ate, the thick cake causing his stomach to ride up with each bite. Obviously his metabolism wasn't used to such fatty foods.

Eventually Hong Kong finished, and he groaned loudly and pushed the empty plate away. He was close to tears with the pain and bloating. The belt was digging into his skin, his shirt snug, his stomach hard and swollen…never had he been this full before. It hurt, yes, but almost a good hurt.

"Are you full now lad?" England asked, paying the bill and standing up, putting on his clothes. Hong Kong slowly nodded, heaving himself out of the chair, slumping forward once on his feet. His stomach felt so heavy from the amount of food he ate.

"I-I'm so stuffed England…" he mumbled, trying to pull down his shirt, which had revealed his belly button.

England smirked, placing a hand on Hong Kong's back and leading him out of the restaurant, pleased with himself. For once the boy didn't make a snide remark to him. So food was the way to get Hong Kong to like him…perfect…