Sitting at home eating Nutella and Peanut Butter sandwiches while drinking sweet white tea...a good way to calm down.
America's POV/UKUS/Rated K/Romance-Fluff
I hate tea.
It's flavor is too bitter and gross, almost like eating leaves fallen from dying trees.
On days like today I find myself sitting in his house, yet again at his table while he stands in the kitchen with large brows set in concentration.
He isn't a graceful man.
He curses as he trips over the rugs set in his kitchen and he growls when he almost knocks over the kettle, hissing angrily as it boils.
There is a deep concentration though, an art in the way that he makes tea or at least that's what I see through my tearful eyes.
Finally he turns to me with a mug and a plate in hand.
He hands them both to me with a small smile, steaming pink tea smelling of citrus and a small sandwich in the shape of a loving heart.
It reminds me that even the most bitter of things can even be sweet.