Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.

The smell of tea permeated the kitchen as England carefully poured boiling water into the teacup he'd chosen. The blonde nation smiled and sighed happily as he inhaled the grassy aroma of the tea leaves, now stewing in the porcelain cup. He so enjoyed these moments of ecstasy—

"What is that smell?"

England sighed again as he found his Spanish lover stood in the doorframe, a hint of concern on his face.

"Just my tea brewing," England replied casually.

"Thought for a minute there that you were trying to cook," Spain remarked nervously as he remembered what had happened a week before; England had tried and failed to make scones yet again, and in the process almost burned down their house.

The blonde nation snorted and replied, "My cooking isn't that bad! OK, maybe that one time I screwed up a little, but overall I'm alright!"

"I smelled something a tad funky was all. Just wanted to make sure mi novio was alright," Spain added coolly.

"Since when does tea smell bad?" the blonde nation retorted. "There's nothing better than the scent of a fresh brew!"

"I disagree," the tan-skinned nation replied casually. He never understood why his boyfriend liked tea so much; it always tasted like grassy water to him. Yet here England was again, about to down another cup of it like it was going out of style. "I can't understand why you drink that stuff!"

The blonde nation turned back to his tea and fished out the teabag. "I never got why you like tomatoes so much," he remarked, adding a splash of milk. "They're so sour and fleshy, yet you, Romano and Italy munch on them raw like it's nobody's business!"

Spain carefully made his way over to England and wrapped a lazy arm around his waist. "You're sour, but I love you," he purred into the nation's ear.

England took a sip of his tea before he set the cup down and responded "Comparing me to a fruit? Geez Spain, you are so romantic," he retorted.

Spain gently cupped his lover's chin with his free hand. "I love tomatoes, I love you. And I think I just thought of a way to make myself love that tea you drink constantly," he said seductively.

And with that, Spain planted a gentle kiss on England's lips, the taste of tea still present on them.

"I think tea happens to be quite nice, but only when paired with tomatoes," he decided.

"You've got it all wrong," England taunted with a smile. "It's tomatoes that only taste good when paired with tea," and he returned the kiss…