Hetalia: A spot of Tea, Good Sir
Britain was just sitting down for afternoon tea when he heard a knock on the door.
"Why who could that bloody be?" he wandered out loud.
He got up to answer the obnoxious ringing doorbell that was needlessly prolonged.
"Alright, alright! I'm coming, darn you!"
He opened the door and saw China with an impatient look on his face. "Took you long en'uf-aru!" he scuffed, "I think you had died and left me great fortune or that you so old 'cus you so slow!" He pushed his way in.
"H-hey, how dare you!" Britain realized that China was starting to make himself at home, sitting on the sofa. "Now wait just a hopping minute!" he scurried over to the coffee table, tapping his foot impatiently. "Why are you here exactly?"
"I board, China said simply. "So I bother you."
"Why, I've never been so insulted, you intruder!" Britain's face got red from anger.
China crossed his arms. "I am guest! Serve me tea and maybe I be a polite one."
Britain calmed down but cringed his teeth. "Oh, very well. It won't do any harm to have company over, I suppose. I was just unprepared is all." He went into the cupboard and fetched an extra saucer and tea cup for the Chinaman. He came back and set the delicate cup in front of China and poured the light brown, hot tea into it from the teapot.
China brought the cup near his face, with his sleeves still covering his hands like always, and sniffed it. "It smell good and also is warm." He took a sip but quickly gagged and stuck out his tongue with a disgusted look. "Yuck yuck! This nasty-aru!"
"What?!" Britain yelled. "It's my tea! No one ever said YOU had to drink it!" he calmed down again, "hmm…perhaps you're just the type who like to have a snack with his tea?"
"That would be pleasurable," China said as if he were a pampered princess.
Britian brought over some scones, but China refused to take one. He said, "What? You try choke me?! Where manners? Is the custom to serve fortune cookies wif warm green or herbal tea. You have things mixed up!"
Britain held his temper in check. "To each his own, I suppose. Look, I wasn't expecting company, but I am a gentleman, therefore I cannot refuse to serve you and I won't have you boasting ill of my house… so, what must I do to please my guest?"
"Hmm," China scratched his chin with his sleeve-covered finger. "How 'bout nasty scones?"
"W-what?" asked Britain in surprise. "I thought-"
"I think they not so bad after all," China laughed. "I only joking! Your recipe for food and drink need work, but not hopeless. I will share this simple taste wif you."
"…But it's my Mumsie's recipe," Britain mumbled sadly. "Oh very well."
They smiled and spent the rest of the day comfortably chatting away and drinking tea in friendship.