A/N: Hetalia drabbles! I was inspired by Nezumi Neko's story; right now it has 192 chapters! That is a lot. A whole lot. So... ehm... send in a word and I'll write a chapter for it! First come, first serve! Unless I get a really good idea for a chapter (doubtful), I'll take all suggestions. Oh, and some slight USUK in this one. If you don't like USUK, you can just take it to mean they're good friends. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I really don't own anything. I'm just writing for fun. Don't hurt me! I have relatives in your country!
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1: Herbal
England scowled, handing America a teacup. America nodded a thanks and sniffled as he curled up tighter in the blanket.
Sitting down in his chair England opened his book; only to say, without looking up, "I told you so."
"What?" America asked, still not having drunk any of the tea.
"I warned you that you'd get a cold if you played in the rain." Then, putting his book down, he looked straight at America. "You're getting far to old for that anyway."
When America only shivered and averted his eyes in response, England walked over to him. Warily, he wrapped one arm around the blanketed man; America initially stiffened, but then relaxed.
"Here," England said, lifting the teacup to America's mouth. "Have some herbal tea, you'll feel much better."
America nodded and sniffed again before taking a large sip of the tea.
"See? Isn't that bet-" England soothingly murmured, before the tea was spit all over his face.
"England!" America whine-yelled, standing up. "That was nasty! I'm never drinking that again!"
England slowly opened his eyes, his face still dripping with tea. America saw the look of pure fury and promptly fled.
"Bloody git..." England growled, wiping his face off. "At least he's better, though..." one of the faeries added, flitting around to land on his shoulder.
"Yes... I suppose so..." England muttered.
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A/N: Yes, I meant to spell faeries like that. Less like Tinkerbell, more like folklore.
