England waited nervously at the front door.

"Ah, hello young sahib! What brings you here today? " greeted India upon opening the door.

England always felt awkward when someone called him young.
He sometimes forgot how old India was.
With his energy and spirit, it wouldn't be hard to mistake him for America's age.

"Would you like some chai?" he asked as England stepped inside and took off his coat and shoes.

"No,thanks. I'm actually in bit of a rush today.. I came here to discuss an important matter with you.. "

India nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"Well.. Umm.. By 2015.. Err.."

"You're stopping your aid from that year onwards? "

England nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Well, my economy hasn't been doing too well recently.. And well, you're much stronger now.."

"It's ok, you don't have to justify yourself young sahib.. Whatever aid you have given till now has been very helpful, thank you," India sighed, "I just wished less of it had been wasted due to corruption."

Corruption was a big problem that India faced.

Both nations stood quietly for a while.
India gazed out the window, deep in thought.
England couldn't help but notice how tranquil and beautiful India looked at that moment and he instinctively leaned forward until their lips met.

India backed away.
"What are you doing, young sahib?"
He laughed at England's red face.
"Is this a consolation for the aid?"

"I.. Err. Need to go.." fumbled England, heading for the door.

"Because if it is," continued India,
gently grabbing England's arm and pulling him back,
"I accept,"
and connected their lips one again.


A/N: So I was basically doing research for an essay when i found an article about this. Sorry for any wrong facts..
chai - tea
sahib - master