An Odd Tea Party
"Hey, England! England, guess what!"
England looked up at America, who was rushing towards where he was seated in the cafeteria of the building their World Meeting was being held that day.
"What do you want, America?" England inquires when said nation reaches his table.
"Dude, check it out! I totally like that tea stuff you love so much now!"
As America answers, he thrusts his hand out, revealing in his grasp a red-lidded McDonald's cup that read across the side McDonald's Sweet Tea.
England can't help the exasperated sigh that escapes him. "America, that's cold tea from a fast food restaurant; it has just as much sugar as one of your blasted Coca-Colas. In fact, knowing you, it's probably over-saturated with sugar. That is not my 'tea stuff,' as you so referred."
"No way, man, this is exactly what you like! Only difference is that it's iced. They brew it and everything!"
England just manages to resist face-palming. "All tea must be brewed, America; whether hot or iced!" Irritation colors his tone and America rolls his eyes, taking the seat across from the island nation.
"Whatever, man; still say it's the same," he says, pouting as he sips his beverage through the straw.
England blinks, then smiles in understanding.
'Well, at least he's trying,' he thinks to himself.
England then loops his fingers through the handle of his cup of (hot) tea, and he smirks at America.
"Well. Let's drink our tea together then, shall we?" he offers as he raises the cup to his lips.
America blinks in surprise, but then grins brightly and nods, continuing to drink his own (iced) tea.
Not quite your average bonding moment; but then again, these two are not quite your average pair.