[APH]Unique tea time
Title: Unique tea time
Author: Kanon
Genre: General/Humour/A sprinkle of angst
Rating: PG
Characters: England, the Doctor (from Doctor Who), Captain Jack Harkness (from Torchwood) / England -> America implied
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, I'd own the entire world. I don't.
Summary: England has tea with the Doctor and Captain Harkness. They share a laugh and tea and scones but what lurks beneath is not something so jolly. Written after watching the latest series of Torchwood and repeats of Doctor Who.
Timeline: Present.
Warning: Randomness. Would you call it crossover? Just the basic knowledge of the two serieses is enough, I think. Um... vague spoilers for Torchwood; Children of Earth (the latest series)? No mention of the plot itself though. Wonky characterisation of the Doctor and Jack, probably. These two are too awesome for my poor brain to cope with.
A/N:
I assume that most of you reading this know the series. If not, Wiki can tell you all you need to know about the two. Lazy git By the way, Jack's openly... well, he goes for whatever he likes. Hence his comment on America.
:::::Unique tea time by Kanon:::::
England had a lot of visitors; politicians, oblivious neighbours, other nations, fairies. But as unique as his own existence was, none of his visitors were as distinct as... these insane lot that were sitting across the table in his garden, getting rowdy as they pleased, vocabularies of futuristic science pouring out one after another as if it was their mother language. As for England, as much as he treasured the abscence of politics while not having to hide his true identity, it was giving him headache worse than America high on sugar.
"Oi, you two! Stop sprouting gibberish or I will kick your asses out of my garden. And you," England hissed menacingly at the innocently smiling man, "how many times did I tell you not to park your bloody TARDIS in my garden?!"
The man in the long brown coat raised his eyebrows while the lips drew opposite angles at the old blue police box that was perfect on the spot; right in the middle of the flower bed. The other man, his coat dull grey, hid his laughter behind his teacup, not exactly bothering to hide the shaking shoulders.
"Nah, don't worry. Flower grow back. They always do. I mean, it's not like you haven't got time to wait for it."
England rolled his eyes before he slumped back down his seat, the mountain of scones on the plate he put down a little too hard nearly toppling down.
"Yes, but I'd like to see something I've put time and effort into lasting a little more than an hour and you don't exactly have a calling card to warn me, either. I swear, sometimes, you are worse than the git."
The man's eyes widened, the brows furrowing. Nobody questioned who the 'git' was; by now, they all knew there was only one England referred to.
"Oh. You've just finished it."
"Yes."
"Oh, well. Sorry about that."
England stopped in the middle of bringing the teacup to his mouth, cocked his thick brow at the man, and scoffed.
"No, you're not."
His guest's face changed in a blink of an eye from an apologetic grimace to a jolly smile. "Nope, I'm not."
"For Christ's sake..."
"Oh, this is just brilliant," finally said the last man who had been staying silent all along and the other two turned to him. The broader-built man blinked back at them and shruged his shoulders. "Well, it is. C'mon, Doctor, you've got to agree. It's not often we meet someone who gets pissed off at where the TARDIS is parked because it squahsed his flower bed."
"Captain Jack Harkness, you-" England started in a warning tone at the smirk plastered on the young man's face but the Doctor cut in fluently, as he usually did, "-are still relatively new and young and it is indeed not often you meet someone who's angry first than be awed by the TARDIS appearing in his garden."
"Oh, I'll catch up soon," Jack casually replied with a shrug, took a sip of his tea, and let out a blissful sigh. "Ah, this tea is just gorgeous."
"By the time you catch up, we'd be that much older," England could not help but point it out although the unbidden compliment had his lips in a curve. Jack glanced over at him, seemingly mulling over it, then shrugged again as he drained his cup. If there was one person if he kept his blasted mouth in check in front of, that was the Doctor, and if there were two people, then they were the Doctor and the Nation he hadn't even realised of the existence until he had become the head of the Torchwood. The Nation was, after all, pretty awesome once you had got to know him. Now, only if he could see the guy back in his punk days. He envied the Doctor for many things including that.
"You know, tea actually saved my life once." Doctor noted in a nonchalant tone as he swirled the cup in his hand. Jack and England both raised their brows at him and the Doctor immediately resumed his 'serious' face, which meant his lips were drawn down, brows furrowed, his eyes wide as if about to pop out at anytime. "Oh, yeah. Just a little after my ninth regeneration into my this life."
"When you were fighting Sycorax?" Jack exclaimed and the Doctor nodded as he blew over his tea. Feeling the whole universe talk coming back on, England quickly intervened before he was given another crash course on extraterristials. Fairies and unicorns were one thing but aliens? Not that he didn't trust one of his longest-living friends and also one that would become one of them, but he was still pretty sceptical about the whole thing; even more so if America believed those over his lovely magical friends. Talking of which...
"This is one of my finest. Used to be America's favourite too, before that git ran off and started poisoning himself with that bloody coffee."
Jack only shook his head while the Doctor let out a bark. "Ha! England, you still hung up on that? That was centuries ago!" Then the Doctor stopped and frowned. "Actually, that's not that long ago for us, is it?"
England ignored the last question, having something more pressing to clarify. "I am not hung up. I'm merely stating."
"For about the thousanth time since I first met you which is not that long ago, or even that often, for that matter," Jack stated matter-of-factly, popping one of the scones into his mouth. "Nut fat 'm shay-"
"Oh, shut up, Harkness. Don't talk with your mouth full. Doctor, you really should teach your children of time a little better."
"Ah, he's the finest," the Doctor said without a care. Jack just laughed, chocked a little, drank tea, and laughed again before settling down. "So," Jack started, "you and that lovely blondie still having lover's spat? You better be careful or I might snatch him away."
"Lover's spat?! With that wanker?!" England snarled but Jack waved his hand and suddenly sat up from his half-inclined position, leaning on the table. "I wish you would just get it on with the guy. You actually have someone you can be with and not worry about watching them grow old and die, or die of anything, in fact. I don't get why you don't just go for it."
Jack's words left them hanging in thick silence. Jack almost lost his charming smile at the sharp, digging pain that cut through his heart and glanced at the Doctor's badly hidden stiffness marring his features. Their stories were all one of its kind, its own wounds, its own pain, but they all understood; perhpas a little too well for their likings. And that was exactly why Jack was starting to get annoyed with England's 'I-hate-him-but-I-actually-love-him' thing. The Doctor was probably along the same line; he just wasn't the type to meddle into other people's privacy, especially when it didn't involve saving the world.
"It's not like that," England muttered, his cheeks rosy pink; the second part was more to himself but the other two heard it anyway, "and it's not that simple."
"Politics?"
"Let's not go to that," England growled with renewed grouchiness, refilling Jack's cup with tea. "I have enough of shit to deal with; economic recessions, MP expanses, climate change, Afghanistan war, blah blah blah. I'm going to regret saying this later but I'd listen to the crap you two spew out at any time over those migraines."
"Fair enough, those are dead boring," the Doctor agreed, keeping that eccentric yet relaxed air about him. The guy was a complete nutcase, had probably lost more than a few screws, but that was why England liked having him around, even with the collateral damage to his precious garden. Until Harkness had entered this strange concoction of companionship, the Doctor, whoever he really was, was the only one that was not a Nation yet never seem to actually grow old with time. It was seldom they had an occasion like this, sharing a cuppa over jabs and laughters, but England's house was always open for the TARDIS for its landing. There were certain things that only those outsiders who outlived everyone else could understand; the endless goodbyes, the loneliness, the differences. With the world politic growing more and more complicated, this one single relationship that lacked the headache component yet still was understanding held a special place in England's heart. If there was one thing that perhaps spoilt it though, that would be-
"Who?" England enquired, keeping his tone calm. An enigmatic question but the other two knew what he meant. Their seldom tea parties were, after all, rarely for anything else. And that was exactly why England both enjoyed and dreaded the callings of his two most well-known eccentric friends. The words had not been spoken but they were clear.
Who have you lost; again?
The cubersome air that had scampered earlier returned even thicker despite the Doctor's light-hearted tone. He wasn't doing the best of job at hiding the trembling in his voice.
"Ah, too many."
"Too big," Jack muttered quietly, his eyes fixed at nowhere particular on the green garden, glistening in moist. If England or the Doctor had noticed the wet sheen, they didn't show it. For a moment, only the clatterings of china filled the heavy atmosphere dragging down the three men's shoulders, the Doctor staring at the dull monochrome sky as if the Sun shone brightly, England's green eyes half-hooded as he examined the rippling surface of the tea, and Jack merely blinking at nothing, before he broke it again. "I'm going to leave."
"You're running away," the Doctor immediately said but there was no accusation or malice in his simple statement. England did not say a word, letting the hard gaze of his do the job instead.
"Yeah," Jack admitted with an empty laughter. The wet eyes turned to the sky, then to the TARDIS, and then back to his two friends. "Yeah. I am."
"It won't do you any good," England said this time, though everyone knew that they were the next words the Doctor would have said; if he was going to say anything any more.
"You're one to talk," Jack countered in all good nature. It made England's biting remark retreat back down his throat and instead, he rolled his eyes, placing his tea cup back on its saucer.
"Exactly. So I know."
"We all know," the Doctor added. The mysterious energy that his voice was usually pregnant with was doused like a wet clothe was placed over it. None of them said another word for another long time.
"Where?" England asked again, taking the difficult start on himself. It had always been like that. The Nation might lack the experience of the vast universe but the paternal care that was buried shallowly beneath his temper had always put him there, just a little above the two quirky time travellers, where not even the TARDIS could reach.
"Somewhere," Jack gave a half-hearted shrug. The Doctor might have shot a flitting glance at the man, but then England might have simply imagined it. Unaware, Jack continued. "Across the universe. Got a lot of dirt to shake off my shoes."
"You'll be back."
Jack merely stared at the Doctor's confident, off-handed remark. I doubt it, he said mentally, but only so. It was, after all, the Doctor.
"Well then," England interrupted, wearing a rare, soft smirk, "better make the best of English summer when we have the chance, shouldn't we?"
Jack and the Doctor glanced up at the pale grey clouds and the cool wind that swept past them - summer?, England could almost hear them ask - and cracked a grin that, if he was honest with himself, frightenend England with their identical angles, their eyes shining with mischief that hid their sorrows and pains from the rest of the world.
"Oh yeah. It is a pretty brilliant day, after all. Bit of a waste to just sit here and drink tea, isn't it?"
"Huh?" England was starting to get a bad feeling as the Doctor looked around them with a calculative smirk that screamed 'I am planning something and you are so involved in it.' Jack's next words didn't help him either.
"Exactly. What we need is... a room to get about."
"Don't you dare shooting beams around in my-"
"Oh, oh, no. We wouldn't damage your garden anymore, would we?" Jack's grin widened as the Doctor hopped onto his feet in an instant and England yelped when he was suddenly pulled to his feet. Glory of the Doctor's agility it was; England hadn't even noticed that he was already captured. Following the suit, Jack stood up and put in his two pennies, pushing the struggling Nation towards the TARDIS.
"No, no, no," England warned, his eyes flaring, "I'm not getting into that blasted thing. Harkness, you damn bugger, stop pushing me!"
"Ah, don't worry," the Doctor merrily comforted, though the words did no good. They were already inside the impossibly humongous TARDIS, the Doctor jumping around the control panel, muttering to himself of codes and the likes, while Jack held England in place so that he didn't bolt out before the preparation was ready. "Who said we're going into the space? We're just moving to somewhere more... roomy."
"My garden was just perfectly fine!" England roared then startled when a deafening noise started to fill the not-so-innocent-police-box. Jack, his arms still tight around the Nation, met the Doctor's gaze, and the wink, and burst out in a laughter. Needless to say, it only caused England to flail even more. "Harkness, stop laughing and free me!"
"Oh no. You move out of the TARDIS in the middle of travelling and who knows what would happen?"
"So stop the damn thing!"
"But we're going somewhere more spacious! So we can shoot about our beams!" Jack smiled brightly, using the same rather ineloquent and so unscientific words that England had used previously.
"What?! What the hell are you on abo-" Finally, the penny dropped, and blood drained from England's face. "...No, no, no, Doctor, return me this instant to my home. I'm not going to-"
The Doctor grinned, winked with a little cocking of his head. "Destination; the glorious United States of America."
"No, Doc-!"
And the good Doctor pulled the lever. Who knew when they were going to meet again like this. It was one person - existence, being, whatever you wanted to call it - that they could be sure of never losing and always understanding without the need to articulate. It was really the least they could do for their precious companion, one of less then a handful that they could trust and believe that he would still be here whenever they returned, with the same harsh words, the same grumbles, the same tea, the same scones, and the same comfort.
"You bloody bastards!! I'll make you regret this so much!! The next time you set your fucking foot inside my home, you better be prepared!!"
...Or that was what they hoped for, anyway.
Author: Kanon
Genre: General/Humour/A sprinkle of angst
Rating: PG
Characters: England, the Doctor (from Doctor Who), Captain Jack Harkness (from Torchwood) / England -> America implied
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, I'd own the entire world. I don't.
Summary: England has tea with the Doctor and Captain Harkness. They share a laugh and tea and scones but what lurks beneath is not something so jolly. Written after watching the latest series of Torchwood and repeats of Doctor Who.
Timeline: Present.
Warning: Randomness. Would you call it crossover? Just the basic knowledge of the two serieses is enough, I think. Um... vague spoilers for Torchwood; Children of Earth (the latest series)? No mention of the plot itself though. Wonky characterisation of the Doctor and Jack, probably. These two are too awesome for my poor brain to cope with.
A/N:
I assume that most of you reading this know the series. If not, Wiki can tell you all you need to know about the two. Lazy git By the way, Jack's openly... well, he goes for whatever he likes. Hence his comment on America.
:::::Unique tea time by Kanon:::::
England had a lot of visitors; politicians, oblivious neighbours, other nations, fairies. But as unique as his own existence was, none of his visitors were as distinct as... these insane lot that were sitting across the table in his garden, getting rowdy as they pleased, vocabularies of futuristic science pouring out one after another as if it was their mother language. As for England, as much as he treasured the abscence of politics while not having to hide his true identity, it was giving him headache worse than America high on sugar.
"Oi, you two! Stop sprouting gibberish or I will kick your asses out of my garden. And you," England hissed menacingly at the innocently smiling man, "how many times did I tell you not to park your bloody TARDIS in my garden?!"
The man in the long brown coat raised his eyebrows while the lips drew opposite angles at the old blue police box that was perfect on the spot; right in the middle of the flower bed. The other man, his coat dull grey, hid his laughter behind his teacup, not exactly bothering to hide the shaking shoulders.
"Nah, don't worry. Flower grow back. They always do. I mean, it's not like you haven't got time to wait for it."
England rolled his eyes before he slumped back down his seat, the mountain of scones on the plate he put down a little too hard nearly toppling down.
"Yes, but I'd like to see something I've put time and effort into lasting a little more than an hour and you don't exactly have a calling card to warn me, either. I swear, sometimes, you are worse than the git."
The man's eyes widened, the brows furrowing. Nobody questioned who the 'git' was; by now, they all knew there was only one England referred to.
"Oh. You've just finished it."
"Yes."
"Oh, well. Sorry about that."
England stopped in the middle of bringing the teacup to his mouth, cocked his thick brow at the man, and scoffed.
"No, you're not."
His guest's face changed in a blink of an eye from an apologetic grimace to a jolly smile. "Nope, I'm not."
"For Christ's sake..."
"Oh, this is just brilliant," finally said the last man who had been staying silent all along and the other two turned to him. The broader-built man blinked back at them and shruged his shoulders. "Well, it is. C'mon, Doctor, you've got to agree. It's not often we meet someone who gets pissed off at where the TARDIS is parked because it squahsed his flower bed."
"Captain Jack Harkness, you-" England started in a warning tone at the smirk plastered on the young man's face but the Doctor cut in fluently, as he usually did, "-are still relatively new and young and it is indeed not often you meet someone who's angry first than be awed by the TARDIS appearing in his garden."
"Oh, I'll catch up soon," Jack casually replied with a shrug, took a sip of his tea, and let out a blissful sigh. "Ah, this tea is just gorgeous."
"By the time you catch up, we'd be that much older," England could not help but point it out although the unbidden compliment had his lips in a curve. Jack glanced over at him, seemingly mulling over it, then shrugged again as he drained his cup. If there was one person if he kept his blasted mouth in check in front of, that was the Doctor, and if there were two people, then they were the Doctor and the Nation he hadn't even realised of the existence until he had become the head of the Torchwood. The Nation was, after all, pretty awesome once you had got to know him. Now, only if he could see the guy back in his punk days. He envied the Doctor for many things including that.
"You know, tea actually saved my life once." Doctor noted in a nonchalant tone as he swirled the cup in his hand. Jack and England both raised their brows at him and the Doctor immediately resumed his 'serious' face, which meant his lips were drawn down, brows furrowed, his eyes wide as if about to pop out at anytime. "Oh, yeah. Just a little after my ninth regeneration into my this life."
"When you were fighting Sycorax?" Jack exclaimed and the Doctor nodded as he blew over his tea. Feeling the whole universe talk coming back on, England quickly intervened before he was given another crash course on extraterristials. Fairies and unicorns were one thing but aliens? Not that he didn't trust one of his longest-living friends and also one that would become one of them, but he was still pretty sceptical about the whole thing; even more so if America believed those over his lovely magical friends. Talking of which...
"This is one of my finest. Used to be America's favourite too, before that git ran off and started poisoning himself with that bloody coffee."
Jack only shook his head while the Doctor let out a bark. "Ha! England, you still hung up on that? That was centuries ago!" Then the Doctor stopped and frowned. "Actually, that's not that long ago for us, is it?"
England ignored the last question, having something more pressing to clarify. "I am not hung up. I'm merely stating."
"For about the thousanth time since I first met you which is not that long ago, or even that often, for that matter," Jack stated matter-of-factly, popping one of the scones into his mouth. "Nut fat 'm shay-"
"Oh, shut up, Harkness. Don't talk with your mouth full. Doctor, you really should teach your children of time a little better."
"Ah, he's the finest," the Doctor said without a care. Jack just laughed, chocked a little, drank tea, and laughed again before settling down. "So," Jack started, "you and that lovely blondie still having lover's spat? You better be careful or I might snatch him away."
"Lover's spat?! With that wanker?!" England snarled but Jack waved his hand and suddenly sat up from his half-inclined position, leaning on the table. "I wish you would just get it on with the guy. You actually have someone you can be with and not worry about watching them grow old and die, or die of anything, in fact. I don't get why you don't just go for it."
Jack's words left them hanging in thick silence. Jack almost lost his charming smile at the sharp, digging pain that cut through his heart and glanced at the Doctor's badly hidden stiffness marring his features. Their stories were all one of its kind, its own wounds, its own pain, but they all understood; perhpas a little too well for their likings. And that was exactly why Jack was starting to get annoyed with England's 'I-hate-him-but-I-actually-love-him' thing. The Doctor was probably along the same line; he just wasn't the type to meddle into other people's privacy, especially when it didn't involve saving the world.
"It's not like that," England muttered, his cheeks rosy pink; the second part was more to himself but the other two heard it anyway, "and it's not that simple."
"Politics?"
"Let's not go to that," England growled with renewed grouchiness, refilling Jack's cup with tea. "I have enough of shit to deal with; economic recessions, MP expanses, climate change, Afghanistan war, blah blah blah. I'm going to regret saying this later but I'd listen to the crap you two spew out at any time over those migraines."
"Fair enough, those are dead boring," the Doctor agreed, keeping that eccentric yet relaxed air about him. The guy was a complete nutcase, had probably lost more than a few screws, but that was why England liked having him around, even with the collateral damage to his precious garden. Until Harkness had entered this strange concoction of companionship, the Doctor, whoever he really was, was the only one that was not a Nation yet never seem to actually grow old with time. It was seldom they had an occasion like this, sharing a cuppa over jabs and laughters, but England's house was always open for the TARDIS for its landing. There were certain things that only those outsiders who outlived everyone else could understand; the endless goodbyes, the loneliness, the differences. With the world politic growing more and more complicated, this one single relationship that lacked the headache component yet still was understanding held a special place in England's heart. If there was one thing that perhaps spoilt it though, that would be-
"Who?" England enquired, keeping his tone calm. An enigmatic question but the other two knew what he meant. Their seldom tea parties were, after all, rarely for anything else. And that was exactly why England both enjoyed and dreaded the callings of his two most well-known eccentric friends. The words had not been spoken but they were clear.
Who have you lost; again?
The cubersome air that had scampered earlier returned even thicker despite the Doctor's light-hearted tone. He wasn't doing the best of job at hiding the trembling in his voice.
"Ah, too many."
"Too big," Jack muttered quietly, his eyes fixed at nowhere particular on the green garden, glistening in moist. If England or the Doctor had noticed the wet sheen, they didn't show it. For a moment, only the clatterings of china filled the heavy atmosphere dragging down the three men's shoulders, the Doctor staring at the dull monochrome sky as if the Sun shone brightly, England's green eyes half-hooded as he examined the rippling surface of the tea, and Jack merely blinking at nothing, before he broke it again. "I'm going to leave."
"You're running away," the Doctor immediately said but there was no accusation or malice in his simple statement. England did not say a word, letting the hard gaze of his do the job instead.
"Yeah," Jack admitted with an empty laughter. The wet eyes turned to the sky, then to the TARDIS, and then back to his two friends. "Yeah. I am."
"It won't do you any good," England said this time, though everyone knew that they were the next words the Doctor would have said; if he was going to say anything any more.
"You're one to talk," Jack countered in all good nature. It made England's biting remark retreat back down his throat and instead, he rolled his eyes, placing his tea cup back on its saucer.
"Exactly. So I know."
"We all know," the Doctor added. The mysterious energy that his voice was usually pregnant with was doused like a wet clothe was placed over it. None of them said another word for another long time.
"Where?" England asked again, taking the difficult start on himself. It had always been like that. The Nation might lack the experience of the vast universe but the paternal care that was buried shallowly beneath his temper had always put him there, just a little above the two quirky time travellers, where not even the TARDIS could reach.
"Somewhere," Jack gave a half-hearted shrug. The Doctor might have shot a flitting glance at the man, but then England might have simply imagined it. Unaware, Jack continued. "Across the universe. Got a lot of dirt to shake off my shoes."
"You'll be back."
Jack merely stared at the Doctor's confident, off-handed remark. I doubt it, he said mentally, but only so. It was, after all, the Doctor.
"Well then," England interrupted, wearing a rare, soft smirk, "better make the best of English summer when we have the chance, shouldn't we?"
Jack and the Doctor glanced up at the pale grey clouds and the cool wind that swept past them - summer?, England could almost hear them ask - and cracked a grin that, if he was honest with himself, frightenend England with their identical angles, their eyes shining with mischief that hid their sorrows and pains from the rest of the world.
"Oh yeah. It is a pretty brilliant day, after all. Bit of a waste to just sit here and drink tea, isn't it?"
"Huh?" England was starting to get a bad feeling as the Doctor looked around them with a calculative smirk that screamed 'I am planning something and you are so involved in it.' Jack's next words didn't help him either.
"Exactly. What we need is... a room to get about."
"Don't you dare shooting beams around in my-"
"Oh, oh, no. We wouldn't damage your garden anymore, would we?" Jack's grin widened as the Doctor hopped onto his feet in an instant and England yelped when he was suddenly pulled to his feet. Glory of the Doctor's agility it was; England hadn't even noticed that he was already captured. Following the suit, Jack stood up and put in his two pennies, pushing the struggling Nation towards the TARDIS.
"No, no, no," England warned, his eyes flaring, "I'm not getting into that blasted thing. Harkness, you damn bugger, stop pushing me!"
"Ah, don't worry," the Doctor merrily comforted, though the words did no good. They were already inside the impossibly humongous TARDIS, the Doctor jumping around the control panel, muttering to himself of codes and the likes, while Jack held England in place so that he didn't bolt out before the preparation was ready. "Who said we're going into the space? We're just moving to somewhere more... roomy."
"My garden was just perfectly fine!" England roared then startled when a deafening noise started to fill the not-so-innocent-police-box. Jack, his arms still tight around the Nation, met the Doctor's gaze, and the wink, and burst out in a laughter. Needless to say, it only caused England to flail even more. "Harkness, stop laughing and free me!"
"Oh no. You move out of the TARDIS in the middle of travelling and who knows what would happen?"
"So stop the damn thing!"
"But we're going somewhere more spacious! So we can shoot about our beams!" Jack smiled brightly, using the same rather ineloquent and so unscientific words that England had used previously.
"What?! What the hell are you on abo-" Finally, the penny dropped, and blood drained from England's face. "...No, no, no, Doctor, return me this instant to my home. I'm not going to-"
The Doctor grinned, winked with a little cocking of his head. "Destination; the glorious United States of America."
"No, Doc-!"
And the good Doctor pulled the lever. Who knew when they were going to meet again like this. It was one person - existence, being, whatever you wanted to call it - that they could be sure of never losing and always understanding without the need to articulate. It was really the least they could do for their precious companion, one of less then a handful that they could trust and believe that he would still be here whenever they returned, with the same harsh words, the same grumbles, the same tea, the same scones, and the same comfort.
"You bloody bastards!! I'll make you regret this so much!! The next time you set your fucking foot inside my home, you better be prepared!!"
...Or that was what they hoped for, anyway.