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( Christmas Reveals )
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England was hurling everything in her giant suitcase; clothes, documents, pictures -but not of him, of course-, and almost anything that she could cram into that blasted old thing.
She could hear the sounds of the horses of the coach snort and stomp their hooves impatiently. It was almost time to leave this place, forever. The air was peaceful again; almost every trace of the war had seemed to disappear into thin air. It was like when she used to come here every year to visit her colony, her brother.
England’s eyes darkened at the thought of America, that ungrateful boy! She took him from the harsh wilderness that he couldn’t possibly survive in and raised him to be a charming, civilized young man, and what did he repay her with? A revolution! She would be the laughing stock of Europe, really, how could the Great British Empire lose to thirteen colonies that weren’t even half as old as her-?
“Ahem.”
England snapped out of her reverie and turned around to face her visitor, America. The tall blond was holding a tray of tea. Earl Gray, one of her favorite. She eyed her former colony suspiciously as he set the tray down on her bed, “Er, care for some farewell tea, Alice?”
She chucked the framed photo of Portugal at him, “Don’t call me that!” England glared at the new nation, as he dodged the flying frame and looked at her (with that sad puppy dog look she used to fall for), “But you used to be fine with that-”
“You loss that privilege ever since 1775, America,” she hissed, “Please, America, don’t come and bother me, go celebrate your new independence with people who would actually like to celebrate.”
When America opened his mouth to speak, England raised an empty glass frame at him. The tall nation sighed and slowly backed out of her room and left her to finish packing up.
England hurled the picture she holding into her empty dresser, that sodding wanker! What was he thinking?! They just finished the fucking American Revolution and here he was, trying to serve her tea. What was the bloody boy trying to do?
The nation stood in the middle of the room, clenching and unclenching her teeth, trying to figure out why on earth did America serve her tea. Was he mocking her? Was he imply that she could easily be won over by a cup of tea? Or was he groveling for her forgiveness and was willing to let her take him back a colony? Hah, not likely. Maybe he poisoned it? No, the boy wouldn’t know where to get his hands on this sort of thing, nor would the poison kill her…
Bugger it, thinking about this only made her head ache. All she wanted to do now was get out her rifle and shoot America and George bloody Washington to oblivion, then go home and drink some tea.
Tea.
She didn’t have the chance to enjoy a nice, hot cup of tea during a peaceful afternoon, all thanks to her barmy former colony and after all, she finished packing most of belongings already. England licked her lips and glanced at the steaming hot cup that was sitting on the tray. It was calling for her, she was sure. The floral scent was drifting throughout the whole room and her mouth was starting to water.
Just one sip wouldn’t hurt…
England eyed the door with the corner of her eye as she gracefully took the cup into her hands. She lifted the cup to her nose and inhaled the scent of the tea and sighed happily. ‘Well, at least some things don’t ever change at all,’ England though as she sipped the tea, the flavor was still the same, ‘At least my tea won’t declare independence from me.’
Soon, one sip became two, three, four, and before she knew it, the whole cup was empty. So much for one sip. England stared at the empty cup, wondered if she’d ever be able to overcome her weakness for tea, and- This teacup! This was from her favorite tea set! Bloody hell, she forgot to pack her favorite tea set!
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As she searched, she got dizzier and dizzier, her vision was starting to fail her, and she felt like a ton of bricks hit her. By the time she found her tea set, which was conveniently in the back of the highest cupboard, America was already sitting on the table, drinking a cup of tea.
“A ha! Found this blasted old thing,” England smiled fondly, swaying, as she clutched the teapot and teacups. America raised an eyebrow, looking concerned. Pfft! As if….
Crash!
England’s eyes widened as one of the teacup smashed into the ground. What was wrong with her? She was holding on in firmly on second, the next, her hand let go of it… America abruptly stood up and advanced towards her, “Ali- er, England, are you okay?” Her vision was fading, she could barely make out his blue eyes staring at her with concern (or maybe it was mock concern?). Maybe…Maybe it was time to take a little nap, not here of course. The hard bed in her cabin was starting to look rather heavenly.
England tried to step around America but ended up stumbling into him, dropping the rest of her tea set. “England? Maybe you should stay for a bit, you aren’t fit to go out…” He wasn’t looking so concerned now, if fact, he was grinning.
England struggled a bit, before finally leaning into his warmth, with sleep heavy in her eyes “No, no, I can’t do that, the last ship leaves in a few hours and my ships probably won’t come near your docks anymore…Let me go America.”
America merely chuckled and lowered his head, “Well then, England, maybe should just stay here, with me.” The younger nation scooped her up into his arms, looking rather gleeful-England sleepily noted-, and all England could remember before being fully surrounded by darkness was America whispering to her, “Stay with me here, forever, Alice.”
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Oh, England, seriously, you should not trust your ex-colony so much just after he betrayed you
But it is a good story, hope to see the next part soon XD
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Really good beginning! I hope there's more of this!
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CAPTCHA 'Arthur mansards'
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Please continue!
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