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Reposting 2 fics that I apparently never posted on my own journal just for archiving purposes!
Title: High Tea
Rating: PG
Warnings: Utter fluff? Drabble.
Summary: England and Canada take afternoon tea together. De-anon from the Part 1 of the Kink Meme! Has some lovely fanart that you can find here.
One of Canada's favourite things is to have tea with England. It's something of a ritual between them. England boils the water and gets the tea leaves ready to steep, while Canada sets the table with a fresh cloth, getting the good china out and making sure that there are plenty of biscuits to nibble on.
While it's a ritual, it's not always a regular one. Sometimes they may go months without meeting, and other times it's at least once a week. They talk quietly while the tea steeps, about this and that, unimportant things mostly but with the occasional big issue cropping up. England pours their drinks with little ceremony.
As they watch a flock of birds fly high in the sky, England points out with a smile that even the birds are shared citizens of their countries. Canada grins and tells him that he's always welcome to send more ex-pats over if he wants. England chuckles and says he'll send more Cadbury's Flakes next time.
It's the little things that Canada remembers from these meetings. The clink of spoon on china, steam rising from the cup, the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, the look of pride and affection in England's eyes when Canada mentions one if his achievements. Quiet moments taken to appreciate the good things in life with the ones you love are to be treasured, he thinks.
Title: Pink Plastic Glasses and Chocolate Cake.
Rating: PG
Warnings: the cake is a lie none.
Summary: England’s got better things to do than buy into Valentine’s Day. Like watch paint dry, or slam his head into a wall repeatedly…
Prussia, on the other hand, has cake. - For the Anti-Valentines day challenge at drunkendisorder
Prussia stomped up the DVD aisle, desperately trying to ignore all the pink hearts decorating the shop. He tried not to pay any attention to all the cute plush toys, even though he was tempted to get one, he had no space because of the pandas he’d bought from China and Hong Kong, and West would only yell at him if he did buy any. All he wanted was some awesome films to watch, not all these silly, soppy, isn’t it wonderful to be in love~ romances that filled the shelves. It was much more awesome to be alone and not spend his money on anyone but himself or his awesome little bird! It was getting a bit ridiculous really; he’d spotted some pink plastic champagne flutes in the shape of hearts, on his way there. Heart shaped champagne flutes! How pathetic and seriously unawesome!
…He’d pick up a couple on his way out. He was sure West would get some use out of them. Italy’d lap up that pointless lovey-dovey stuff with a spoon.
~~~
England smiled triumphantly as he heard France slam down the phone. It had been a brilliant idea to bribe Sweden (in return for making sure Sealand was happily elsewhere for Valentine’s day - England had arranged for him to sleep over at Latvia’s) to record Prussia, himself and England singing “WATERLOO, you were defeated we won the war, WATERLOO, promise to remind you forever more, woah woah woah WATERLOO, you were defeated at WATERLOO!” since it was the perfect way to get France to stop harassing him.
No, he didn’t care that he’d be alone on St. Valentine’s Day if he didn’t go over to France’s. France would just use it as an excuse to grope him, not that France usually bothered with an excuse, mind you. But he’d be even more touchy-feely than normal, and that just didn’t bear thinking about. He’d made up his mind to stay in this year, not bothering with the whole debacle of wasting precious money on ridiculously pink and embarrassing presents. He had no-one to send a card to, anyway, despite what France had tried to insinuate before England had lost his temper and played his new favourite song.
Aaaamaaazing grace, how sweet the sound~
Startled out of his thoughts by his ringtone going off, England checked the screen on his phone, a little surprised that it was Prussia. Usually it was Denmark who organised their little pub-crawls. (Little being something of a misnomer - they usually covered half of Europe, and sometimes all of it.)
It had taken the usual five minutes of Prussia blathering on about how awesome he was, how cute his little bird and Italy were, and how West was utterly unawesome for making him clean up after the dogs had made a mess in the kitchen, before he actually got to the point of why he’d phoned England in the first place.
“So, anyway, like I said, since West is taking Italy out for some lovey-dovey Valentine’s date thing tonight, I’ve got the place all to myself. Also, West left me this awesomely huge Chocolate Cake that even I can’t eat all on my own! So I said to myself, Self, it’s gonna be hella boring tonight without some booze and a good movie or two! And I bet England’s gonna be sitting at home moaning to himself about how the day is filled with over-commercialised crap, so why don’t I invite him over!”
“…Prussia…”
“Excellent, see you at Seven pm my time! Oh, and no, there won’t be any war movies. I’m not giving the awesomely drunk you excuses to go mentioning That Time We Don’t Mention EVER For Fear Of Upsetting West! Ok? OK! Bye!”
England stared at the phone in his hand as the flat call-ended tone droned on. He didn’t really want to drag himself over to the continent on Valentine’s Day of all days, but on the other hand, he wasn’t one to turn down a free drink. Prussia could be quite good company when he wasn’t being overly obnoxious or you weren’t Austria. England did a quick look through of the TV guide, to check he wasn’t going to miss anything worth watching by going out.
Besides, it wasn’t a date. Not there was actually anything inherently wrong with having a date on Valentines Day… and Germany did make exceedingly good cakes.
But it wasn’t a date. It was just two former allies and sometime enemies, hanging out for a while. Just because it happened to be a “special day” didn’t make it a date. No, not at all.
He’d better grab a couple of condoms just in case though.
Title: High Tea
Rating: PG
Warnings: Utter fluff? Drabble.
Summary: England and Canada take afternoon tea together. De-anon from the Part 1 of the Kink Meme! Has some lovely fanart that you can find here.
One of Canada's favourite things is to have tea with England. It's something of a ritual between them. England boils the water and gets the tea leaves ready to steep, while Canada sets the table with a fresh cloth, getting the good china out and making sure that there are plenty of biscuits to nibble on.
While it's a ritual, it's not always a regular one. Sometimes they may go months without meeting, and other times it's at least once a week. They talk quietly while the tea steeps, about this and that, unimportant things mostly but with the occasional big issue cropping up. England pours their drinks with little ceremony.
As they watch a flock of birds fly high in the sky, England points out with a smile that even the birds are shared citizens of their countries. Canada grins and tells him that he's always welcome to send more ex-pats over if he wants. England chuckles and says he'll send more Cadbury's Flakes next time.
It's the little things that Canada remembers from these meetings. The clink of spoon on china, steam rising from the cup, the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, the look of pride and affection in England's eyes when Canada mentions one if his achievements. Quiet moments taken to appreciate the good things in life with the ones you love are to be treasured, he thinks.
Title: Pink Plastic Glasses and Chocolate Cake.
Rating: PG
Warnings: the cake is a lie none.
Summary: England’s got better things to do than buy into Valentine’s Day. Like watch paint dry, or slam his head into a wall repeatedly…
Prussia, on the other hand, has cake. - For the Anti-Valentines day challenge at drunkendisorder
Prussia stomped up the DVD aisle, desperately trying to ignore all the pink hearts decorating the shop. He tried not to pay any attention to all the cute plush toys, even though he was tempted to get one, he had no space because of the pandas he’d bought from China and Hong Kong, and West would only yell at him if he did buy any. All he wanted was some awesome films to watch, not all these silly, soppy, isn’t it wonderful to be in love~ romances that filled the shelves. It was much more awesome to be alone and not spend his money on anyone but himself or his awesome little bird! It was getting a bit ridiculous really; he’d spotted some pink plastic champagne flutes in the shape of hearts, on his way there. Heart shaped champagne flutes! How pathetic and seriously unawesome!
…He’d pick up a couple on his way out. He was sure West would get some use out of them. Italy’d lap up that pointless lovey-dovey stuff with a spoon.
~~~
England smiled triumphantly as he heard France slam down the phone. It had been a brilliant idea to bribe Sweden (in return for making sure Sealand was happily elsewhere for Valentine’s day - England had arranged for him to sleep over at Latvia’s) to record Prussia, himself and England singing “WATERLOO, you were defeated we won the war, WATERLOO, promise to remind you forever more, woah woah woah WATERLOO, you were defeated at WATERLOO!” since it was the perfect way to get France to stop harassing him.
No, he didn’t care that he’d be alone on St. Valentine’s Day if he didn’t go over to France’s. France would just use it as an excuse to grope him, not that France usually bothered with an excuse, mind you. But he’d be even more touchy-feely than normal, and that just didn’t bear thinking about. He’d made up his mind to stay in this year, not bothering with the whole debacle of wasting precious money on ridiculously pink and embarrassing presents. He had no-one to send a card to, anyway, despite what France had tried to insinuate before England had lost his temper and played his new favourite song.
Aaaamaaazing grace, how sweet the sound~
Startled out of his thoughts by his ringtone going off, England checked the screen on his phone, a little surprised that it was Prussia. Usually it was Denmark who organised their little pub-crawls. (Little being something of a misnomer - they usually covered half of Europe, and sometimes all of it.)
It had taken the usual five minutes of Prussia blathering on about how awesome he was, how cute his little bird and Italy were, and how West was utterly unawesome for making him clean up after the dogs had made a mess in the kitchen, before he actually got to the point of why he’d phoned England in the first place.
“So, anyway, like I said, since West is taking Italy out for some lovey-dovey Valentine’s date thing tonight, I’ve got the place all to myself. Also, West left me this awesomely huge Chocolate Cake that even I can’t eat all on my own! So I said to myself, Self, it’s gonna be hella boring tonight without some booze and a good movie or two! And I bet England’s gonna be sitting at home moaning to himself about how the day is filled with over-commercialised crap, so why don’t I invite him over!”
“…Prussia…”
“Excellent, see you at Seven pm my time! Oh, and no, there won’t be any war movies. I’m not giving the awesomely drunk you excuses to go mentioning That Time We Don’t Mention EVER For Fear Of Upsetting West! Ok? OK! Bye!”
England stared at the phone in his hand as the flat call-ended tone droned on. He didn’t really want to drag himself over to the continent on Valentine’s Day of all days, but on the other hand, he wasn’t one to turn down a free drink. Prussia could be quite good company when he wasn’t being overly obnoxious or you weren’t Austria. England did a quick look through of the TV guide, to check he wasn’t going to miss anything worth watching by going out.
Besides, it wasn’t a date. Not there was actually anything inherently wrong with having a date on Valentines Day… and Germany did make exceedingly good cakes.
But it wasn’t a date. It was just two former allies and sometime enemies, hanging out for a while. Just because it happened to be a “special day” didn’t make it a date. No, not at all.
He’d better grab a couple of condoms just in case though.