Fiction: Present Tea Time

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Title: Present Tea Time
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): UkxUs
Rating/Warnings: G: None
Summary: A small slice of life found at local teashop.
Author's Notes: This is actually a small bit of an interwoven piece which you can read here if you want. It has some Franada, and just some general FrUK family moments.



11:45am, Ching Ching Cha, Georgetown

“I’m just saying we’d be more comfortable over at the tables with actual chairs,” America complained for what seemed like the hundredth time, shifting uncomfortably in the big pile of red, floral-printed pillows. “My back is killing me already! I’m too tall to sit on the floor!”

“Will you shut up?” England hissed, smiling sheepishly at a pair of Chinese women who were giving him what could only amount to the “look of death” from across the teahouse. “You’re embarrassing me! Not to mention this is your town so you’re embarrassing yourself!”

Waving dismissively, America sniffed at the air, wrinkling his nose in distaste. Apparently, the overwhelming smell of tea did not settle well with him. “Please…no one can make you feel embarrassed without your consent.”

England rubbed and pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on despite his having taken aspirin beforehand. “Alfred,” he sighed, wishing the tea were there so he had some decent company. “The quote is ‘no one can make you feel inferior without your consent’ and she was your bloody First Lady, so why am I the one correcting you?”

Beaming, America leaned across the short table and kissed the tip of England’s nose. “Because you’re a perfectionist like that. Why should I remember all that when you’ll always be around to correct me like a walking encyclopedia?”

“Your lackadaisical attitude knows no bounds.” England forced down his blush and pushed America away, crossing his arms defensively in front of him. Damn America and his lack of respect for personal space! Damn America and his lack of tact involving public displays of affection! Wasn’t it enough to have private displays of affection?

“There you go using words I don’t know again,” America laughed, face falling when a large ceramic yellow pot was placed between the two of them, small handleless cups set to the side. “Oh goody…the tea is here. I can’t believe they didn’t have coffee. The things I do for you.”

“Oh yes,” England deadpanned, breathing in the scent of the organic green tea. “You treat me like a veritable prince.”

“Change it to princess and I might agree with you.”

Not bothering to indulge America with a response, England turned his attention out the open front door to the busy street beyond. They weren’t far from the Potomac, not far from the capital buildings and the never-ending chaos of politics and diplomacy. But away from the commotion, he could actually appreciate the atmosphere, the vitality of the young nation he’d come to appreciate as much for his faults as for his accomplishments.

Suddenly a warm hand enveloped his own, their fingers twining together wordlessly. England, surprised, looked over at his partner.

America’s gaze had followed his own, blue eyes bemused, his tiny smile far away and soft as he watched the passing cars. England squeezed his hand and didn’t move away.



I was actually really happy with how the whole piece turned out. I hope you like it.

XOXOXOXOOXOXO

Cherry!