A/N: Halloween is over. So why not give you guys some England for November~?

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And as a sidenote: if you didn't know, Cupcake and Camelot are 2p! and 1p! Englandcat respectively.

Chapter 1. Englandcest(2px1p)

The kitchen was a favoured haven for both of the Brits. Oliver would often be found bustling about, making some sort of pastry that was most likely a new flavour. Arthur on the other hand, was usually brewing tea, or reading the most recent newspaper at the kitchen table.

Arthur tried to be secretive in eating one of Ollie's baked goods. Or, if he was caught, he would deny his obvious liking for the treat. It just made the strawberry blond smile.

Oliver on the other had, would always ask for tea when Arthur made any. With added sugar and milk to sweeten it, of course. He would try and sit with the other man too, only to be denied in favour of solitude.

On this particular day, sweet smells wafted around and delighted humming could be heard. The constant beat of a whisk was also a soothing sound.

Arthur had just woken up and was greeted by the smell of baking. He made his way downstairs, not bothering to change out of his sleepwear. He leaned on the doorframe of the door, watching his counterpart busy himself with whatever he was concocting. Oliver hadn't yet noticed him, considering his back was turned.

They stayed that way for a while, Ollie humming and mixing ingredients into a bowl and Artie watching, sometimes smiling contently. When the freckled man turned to get a pan, it was only then that he realised that a pair of emeralds were set on him. He jumped in surprise, and the events that followed could only be described as disastrous.

A large amount of the batter he held spilled onto the floor, which was soon slipped on. The rest of it splattered the floor and walls as the bowl clattered to the floor in his fall.

Oliver cracked open an eye, having him expected to fall to the floor as well. But the other blond had come to his side in a flash, wrapping one arm protectively around his waist so he wouldn't fall.

The freckled man couldn't help but stare back up at Arthur, despite the rising blush on both of their faces.

Arthur panted slightly, most likely from the rush to help his counterpart from falling. "You... should be more careful."

Oliver finally managed a teasing smile and poked the blond's nose. "Well, you shouldn't spy on people, poppet."

Artie blushed and frowned, coming up with what he could on the spot. "I-I was just here to make my morning tea."

The other let out a content hum. "Good morning, then~"

Arthur straightened, letting go of the strawberry blond, and smiled. "Good morning."

"Such a waste..." Oliver grabbed a washcloth and crouched down, beginning to clean the batter from the floor. "I'd better clean this up, then."

Arthur frowned and bent down to his level. "I should be the one to clean, I am the one that startled you after all." He reached for Oliver's hand, grasping the washcloth.

Ollie gave it up without a fight, and just watched him clean away the batter on the floor. Eventually the watching went from Arthur's hand, to his face, and over his body. He could be so sexy sometimes... Oliver blushed and shook his head, shooing away the naughty thoughts floating around in his head.

Arthur, on the hand, was getting his mind off the task at hand by watching the very cute actions of the freckled man out of the corner of his eye. He was sure that the other didn't even realise he was doing it. But the blond could only describe his counterpart as that. Absolutely adorable.

Arthur finished wiping what he could and sat up, only to come face to face with Oliver. A blush rose on both of their faces, neither sure of what to do.

A push from behind solved it. The two Brits' lips connected, in clumsy yet sweet harmony. Oliver had let out a surprised squeak, which soon turned to an elated hum. Arthur closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss and wrapping his arms around the other man's waist to support himself. The kiss was broken after a while, due to lack of air.

Oliver panted slightly, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Light blue met green as they stared at each other.

Cupcake and Camelot sat next to each other, watching their owners. Cupcake purred, satisfied he had started the kiss. Camelot rolled his eyes and curled up on the floor, hiding his own smirk.