Arthur twists his hands together in what can be considered nerves. His kettle is heated and the tea taste sublime in his opinion and yet he feels the butterflies in his stomach, something he has scarcely allowed himself to feel before. It's an unpleasant feeling and he knows exactly why he has never let himself feel it before. It's annoying. He trudges upstairs and paces in the hallway. Oliver said he would bring tea cakes. Damn Oliver and his good cooking skills.

He hears a door open and a squeak that is unmistakable. He rounds into the doorway to see Oliver holding his head with one hand and a basket hooked around his other arm. He smiles brightly when he's got his head together and he sends that smile Arthur's way and Arthur can't help but smile gently back. Oliver skips over to him and wraps him in a hug. At first Arthur stiffens then puts an arm around him in an awkward sort of hug, though Oliver doesn't seem to mind.

"Oh you're home is so much more woodland like than mine!" Oliver exclaims, running his fingers across the cream colored wall. He pauses so often to look at pictures Arthur has hanging up, giggling at them and smiling like a fool when Arthur indulges and tells him about the circumstances they were taken in.

The kettle whistles and they make their way towards the kitchen. Oliver takes his time, humming to himself about nothing in particular as he organizes his treats on tiny dishes in a delicate display. Arthur is quite amazed actually, seeing all the colors and confections Oliver has managed to create along with tiny sandwiches of all sorts. He pours the tea happily.

"Oh Arthur it's amazing," Oliver muses aloud taking another delicate sip of his cooling tea. Arthur smiles beside himself, enjoying the compliment sent his way. It's a nice easy air between him and Oliver is just brightening his life up a little bit at a time.

"Oh please try this one, I made it just for you, well I made them all for you, but this one especially!" Oliver speaks with a sparkle, holding up a tiny cake in his fingers for Arthur to take. Arthur raises an eyebrow at it, then smirks for a second. He leans forward and opens his mouth, nearly laughing himself when Oliver giggles too hard and nearly drops the treat he made. It's coffee flavored, a hint of bourbon. Damn delicious too.

"Thank you for inviting me over," Oliver says happily, holding his teacup close to him and enjoying the warmth being spread to his hands. Arthur smiles gently at him and Oliver's chest bubbles up.

"How have your days been?" Arthur asks, moving some of their empty dishes to the sink. Oliver launches into a quick paced spiel about how Francois apologized for his past actions and how his boys have been hanging out and getting along much more than normal. All in all he's been amazing, and now Arthur is there too. Arthur smiles over his shoulder at him, noticing something odd.

"Is that a new one?" He asks, coming closer and gesturing to the white bow tie with tiny blue polka-dots around Oliver's neck. The ginger haired man jolts at the question firmly blushing. He plays with the folds.

"No it's, just a fancy one, for special occasions," He admits, smiling at him. Arthur smiles back, having a small elation at being considered a special occasion.

"Uhm," Oliver perks up, sitting a little straighter. Arthur tilts his head to the side. He steps back and watches as Oliver goes to his basket and pulls a dark green cloth from it.

"May I?" He asks, still a bit of a blush on his cheeks. Arthur can feel himself blushing at the words, but finds himself nodding and then being utterly baffled at the beaming smile sent his way. Somewhere along the lines his thoughts have left him as Oliver steps forward and works the bow tie around his neck. Arthur watches Oliver's face with his tongue slightly stuck out as he folds the cloth around him. He does his best not to forget to breathe. Oliver is absolutely breathtaking in ways Arthur did not even think of before. He swallows thickly when Oliver finally backs away and the dark green bowtie is situated around his neck.

Oliver is doing his best to hold in his squeals, covering his face and practically shaking in his spot at the adorableness that is Arthur in a bow tie. Oh he looks so handsome and Oliver is having a hard time containing himself. Eventually Arthur rolls his eyes and opens his arms, allowing Oliver to crash right into him and wiggle up against him for a snuggle.

"Oh it's so cute!" He exclaims excitedly bouncing in his spot. Arthur chuckles just a little, rubbing a hand up and down Oliver's back. Oliver pulls back to smile at him, melting into giggles soon after. Arthur stares at him then leans down to kiss his cheek. Oliver makes a small squeak and freezes, staring at Arthur like he's grown another head. Arthur is glaring to the side, a right blush on his cheeks, one that grows when Oliver peppers his face with tiny kisses.

"Stop it!" He says, though there is no malice in his voice, and Oliver does not stop anyway. Instead he giggles and places a few more light kisses on Arthur's cheeks. Arthur groans and pushes at him. It does nothing. Finally he sighs and reaches his hands up to quickly grab Oliver's cheeks and pulls him close, kissing him quickly where it counts.

"Stop it," Arthur whispers against his lips when he pulls back, a smug tone in his voice at having silenced his other. Oliver is staring at him with stars in his eyes. Oh and if he doesn't bounce even more when what just happened fully registers in his mind. He throws his arms decidedly around Arthur's neck and pulls him close, placing more light kisses on his lips in happiness. Arthur protests, but it's nothing. He knows it's nothing, so he lets Oliver do as he pleases. It's not unpleasant in the slightest.

After wanting Arthur to be happy for so long, and realizing that he is the way to make that happen, fills Oliver with a happiness he never had before. With the smiles Arthur gives him, he can't stop the small happy tears dripping down his cheeks. Arthur brushes them away, a soft laugh coming from him. He's been wanting Oliver to smile for so long, and to be able to see him do so, in such a natural and real way, because of him? Arthur leans down to kiss Oliver again. It's more than anything.


AN: Much needed fluff, hope you enjoyed~

PS: America has veggie burgers, Canada has red velvet pancakes, petition to make England's food shipping name tea cakes(hence the title).

Disclaimer: Hetalia ain't no belong to me.