THIS IS AN AU, that's means nothing concerning Hetalia Axis' real history lesson, ehehehehehe.

Pairings: US X UK, UK X China, Russia X China.

disclaimer: Not mine.

warnings: Infedelity. (do i spell it right?)

Enjoy!


"I just don't get it why they like alcohol and sugar so much."

"Yes, aru! I agree completely that tea is the best beverage ever!"

English smiled while pouring himself another cup of his favourite Earl Grey. "Look, this is healthy, tastes so good and it's have no side effect like hangover or obesity!"

"I know." China frowned, while pouring himself another cup of Black tea. "They haven't tried my brother Kiku's green tea yet. It is healthy, full of antioxidant and also delicious! They should try those instead of Vodka and Cola!"

England and China fell into a comfortable silence.

"We always share the same passion…" England started. China smiled.

"Yes, aru… it's just no other countries apart from us that really appreciate the wonder of tea. Maybe my brother did, but still…"

England smiled. "I remember… that we used to drink tea together too, before… right?"

"…yes, aru."

The silence became awkward. They used to be together, in fact England was China's first, although the not so in contrary. They used to share similar silent afternoon, drowning their mouth in tea, and chatted through the night, making use the dose of caffeine inside the beverages. It's too often they will ended up in bed, copulating with each other, with smiles and energy from the golden water.

In the end they closed the silence by drinking more tea. More tea. More. More. More. Until the electric kettle hissing furiously, tired of continuously used as breeder of hot water.

******

"when… will they come back, aru?" China sighed, drinking his 600-th cups of tea. England smiled. "They should be arrived tonight… or tomorrow morning."

"Well, then we better sleep. No good wasting time waiting for them." China sighed. He stood up and gathered the cups and pots. Neatly put on the tray, he lifted it up. But it was a sudden too heavy. China stumbled a bit due to his awkward arm and feet (from sitting too long). The excessive caffeine didn't help too; it made him feel agile without real support from his body.

Arthur caught his hands on time, pulling the tray from the delicate smaller hands.

"Let me."

Being a gentleman is what England proud of, and he took the tray. China blushed a bit and smiled. "Thank you, aru."

They proceeded to the kitchen, and washed the plate together. Such a serenity fallen between them. Felt like they went back to the time when they shared every single moment in intimate atmosphere. They used to washed the cups together too, smiling at each other, muttering embarrassing apologize when their hands touch each other, and shared the same wetness on their hands.

"…I kinda miss this." China whispered to himself. England heard it, although the voice was quite inaudible. Maybe it's due to his ability to hear (even more inaudible—only he could hear) imaginary things.

"Me too."

"ARU!" China blushed, embarrassed from getting caught whispering out his thought out loud. "I don't mean.. I mean…"

"I know." England sheepishly smiled. "You and I are over."

"yes." China nodded. "well… yes, we are over."

"Honestly," England grabbed China's hand. "I missed you too. I missed your slender, petite body. I missed your smile, and I missed how I need to look below to see you."

"Are you implying I am short, aru?" China hissed, felt a bit angry from the remarks.

"No. I mean… well, you are the smallest of us, and I … like how I need to look down to guess… how red your cheeks were, last time." England smiled. "It's a challenge to read your expression because you are good in hiding them, and you always looked down when you feel something other than happy, so I need to guess… I think the suspense to guess what you were feelings, what your expression was like, gets me excited like caffeine. A bit addictive, you see?"

"Hmph." China smiled sheepishly. "I know you always like to guess what I was thinking back then. And I like that too, aru, when you try hard to see what my expression looked like. I remember how I used to like your smile so much, your triumphant smile when you could guess my feelings… although I did lie sometimes, just to see that smile."

"…so, you were lying back then?"

"Well, a bit, but most of the time you guessed it right."

The atmosphere changed. Their hands ended up clasping tightly around each other's, while the other free hands were doing some free moves around each other's body.

*******

It wasn't what they intended to do, but they were stuck with each other. It was a late night flight, both taking it because they were impatient to see their lovers for the oh-so long 3 days overseas work-purposes travelling. Russia and America both silently sat in the back of the small, tobacco-smelling taxi.

"You guys are lucky you got me." The taxi drives praised himself and smiled. "There'll always a hectic rush for night flight, you see? People are fighting to get a taxi. Fortunately you two got me."

"Thank you, yes?" Russia smiled to the taxi driver and answered while America sighed. Never in his dream had he wanted to share a taxi with the psycho nation, but it was true, since everybody practically screaming and jostling between each other to get a taxi. It was a rush hour since that night was the last day of school holiday.

"But since I don't have enough currency, da…" Russia continued, while smiling, now aiming it to America, "Can we stop at your home? Afterwards I will call Yao to fetch me and I'll give back the money share."

"…Yeah, it's sounds fine by me." America nodded.

They spent the rest of the journey in silence, since both of them were preoccupied with the thought of meeting—and in that matter, kissing/fucking/loving—their respective lovers.

Oh, 3 days of torture. America and Russia actually worked in the same company, in the same division, on the same level, in opposite cubicle. And they got paired up together for this job. It was a challenge for both of them, since both mutually dislike each other but too polite to speak out. America thinks of Russia as a psycho strange man with steel pipe (what kind of healthy people taking a water pipe 24/7 with them? He couldn't even drink water from that!) while Russia thought of America as a hamburger obsessed hero otaku (all he ever think is being a hero feeding hamburger wearing underwear outside the pants—just weird).

After a long, tortured journey, they arrived on the door. America smiled, gleefully thinking of how cute England will be, surprised with his arrival, with his pyjamas and sleeping hat. Actually America didn't want Russia to see such a cute England but it's the situation and he just couldn't let the Russian man stayed outside.

"do you want to… come in?"

"Yes, da. I need to call, anyway." Russia smiled. "..kolkolkol."

"Stop that laugh, will you? It's creepy and now it's like 3 in the morning, so you will disturb the neighbour and Arthur!"

"yes, da." Russia smiled, while actually keeping his anger within his chest. He? Creepy laughter? China said that his laughter sounds so cute. America must be lying.

America opened the front door, turning on the light. The room was empty, and America knew that England should be sleeping inside their bedroom.

"You wait here. I'll get some drinks."

"Thank you, da." Russia smiled. "can I use the phone too?"

"Sure. It's down the hall, just come to the left."

America disappeared to the kitchen while Russia was left to fetch himself the phone. He started walking slowly through the small corridor, aiming for a phone. Phone~ Phone~ Phone~ kolkolkol… Russia smiled to himself, imagining how happy China will be when he heard Russia called. Russia told him that he will be back by today morning, but not this morning.

China… so long… Russia missed him so much. he will make sure he get his share for 3 days tonight. Kolkolkol…

He didn't found any phone. What did the Americans said? Down the hall… right? So Russia turned right and saw the door was half opened. Maybe it's inside. Russia walked closer to the opened door. Hmm… maybe America put the phone in his bedroom?

He opened the door, and found two bodies snuggling against each other.

He realized that one of them must be America's wife, England, and he could see the blonde haired guy sleeping soundly, while having another person inside his arm. Eh? Russia never heard of America and England having children… maybe the other person is England's secret lover? Kolkolkol… that's so bad, yet so good.

Russia crept closer, looking at the other person. Hey… long hair, da… and small arms… delicate limbs… why did it look like… China?

America found that the Russian wasn't in the living room, so he went to the corridor and searched for the man. But he saw his bedroom door opened, and for a minute he thought Russia was going to do something bad to his spouse, so he stormed inside with two mugs of cold cola.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING INSIDE My … bedroom…." America stopped shouting when he saw that the Russian was frozen. He looked to the bed and found the same thing that Russia stared at.

There, lying comfortably, were their wives, limbs entangled with each other, peacefully hugging each other, body full of evidence of some sex activity.


TBC. Yay~!!!

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