It was strange to think that tea had only been around in England for about three-hundred and fifty years. That's what Arthur thought anyway. He'd latched onto the drink, and quite simply adored it. Whatever brand or flavour, and he'd seen a great many, he loved the taste, the smell and the way it warmed his insides when he was at his coldest. Though stereotypes were rarely accurate, and of course not every English person even liked the beverage, it was true enough to say that a fair portion of his people were just as found of tea as he was.
'Why don't you just come in, and we'll have a cup of tea and sort this out...'
It had turned into a strange sort of life line for the personification of England. A reflex reaction to all and every situation he came up again. You enter a crisis and if you are anywhere near a kettle,
'Does anyone want a drink? We can have a cup of tea and just talk this over...'
Every house in his country contained some of the stuff, if only for when guests came over,
'I haven't seen you in a while, love. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?'
But Arthur was a Nation, and thus had more demanding situations. And always, tea was his fall back.
This will be a collection of Stories mainly focusing around the first and seconds world war, from England's perspective. Feedback would be greatly appreciated, as would suggestions on historical events that could be included. Thankyou for reading~