Title: Disastrous Tea Party
Rating: K to K+
Character(s)/Pairing(s): England centered, Canada, America, Sealand, Seychelles and brief apparition from India. UsUk implied.
Summary: England had the idea to make a tea party to reminisce the old times with his ex-colonies. Of course, everything goes wrong.
Author's Note: Last installment of this series!
Disclaimer: I don't own this series in any way.

Things weren't supposed to go like this at all, England kept telling himself to avoid any unnecessary confrontation with the already irate nations who were glaring at each other and mostly at him. This weren't supposed to go like this, damnit.

It all started in a fairly warm day, one free from rain or any dark clouds, and that sent the British nation's humor right up. With the objective to enjoy the day as far as possible, England did many things: the usual gardening and chatting with his imaginary friends were a must at every day's morning, but different activities, such as cleaning his house, was definitely rarer. And that's how the idea came to him.

The attic was by far one of the dustiest place of all the rooms and that's where England went after cleaning his bedroom – his study would be the last, it was yet too early to be in a foul mood because of work in such a beautiful day – and while cleaning, old objects were found at every corner, making the nation stop at every single one he saw. From America's old toys he never found the opportunity to give back – with time he decided to keep it as a single good memory from the old days – to Sealand's obnoxious little ships all written with the words 'acknowledge me!' England found it hard to tear his gaze away from the nostalgic objects.

It was so silly really. They were all objects that were too old or dusty to be used and the new ones could still be bought in a good convenience store, but for the nation it meant the world. The little things from his colonial past reminded him of the good times he had with all of those sweet young nations. Regardless of what happened and of past mistakes, England felt nothing but nostalgia and a sudden need to see them all again, to remember the old times.

The day was still young, barely past breakfast time, so he decided it was time. If he took any more time, he would probably give up – he was such a coward at these times, not that he would ever admit – so within minutes the numbers were found, calls were made and it was all adjusted.

Today there was going to be a tea party to remember the old days.

Everyone had been invited, of course: from the trio composed of New Zealand, Wy and Australia and more distant ones, such as India and South Africa, to the obnoxious duo of America and Sealand. Sadly, under such a short notice only less than half could come – and some willingly did not agree to come – leaving only Seychelles, Sealand, India and America with England's tea and the not appropriately named 'snacks'. Oh, and Canada was there too, but that was only to be noticed later.

That's how everything started, with a very innocent beginning. For once, England wanted to do something nice but, as always, his ex-colonies suspected what could be the real reasons for the meeting on such a short notice and tension was built in the air.

After a third unsuccessful attempt at starting a conversation, the oldest nation sighed and leant back in his chair and murmuring a 'that's what I get for trying to do something nice' before preparing to take another sip of the hot liquid.

"So old man, tell us. Why did you call us here? It's not like we don't have a life to come here every time you get one of your nostalgia deals." Sealand and America asked the question in separate ways, with the same meaning in mind.

Thankfully, England hadn't taken a sip; otherwise it would've been messy. Before he could answer however, India started.

"Don't be like this, you two. I am sure there was an important matter for this. Maybe something happened… Perhaps a financial problem? In that case, I'd love to offer you my assistance, with certain favors, of course." The smile on the tanned man's face was kind and calculating at the same time, all the while the words were said in a soft voice.

The shy Canada tried to mend things and offer his assistance, but he wasn't heard as the only girl in the group suddenly got up and almost yelled the words at the oldest nation.

"Look, Eyebrows, I'm not here to help you, okay? I wasn't only your colony, France papa came much more than you ever did!" She huffed and crossed her arms, maintaining her previous angry stance, but the next words betrayed her initial ones. "But… If you really need help, I guess I can do something. After all, I'm not a country for anything!"

Sealand puffed his chest and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the female before saying anything.

"Please don't say anything, okay? You're not even a nation."

"What? Look who's talking! No one even knows your name!"

That was enough for both nations to start bickering and ignore any comments around them. Even as America shouted and laughed his common obnoxious laugh they didn't stop.

"Haha, don't worry about a thing, old man! I'm the hero, so I'll obviously help anyone who's in trouble, even if it's you!" His bright smile betrayed any mocking he did, but as always, England didn't realize it.

"Excuse me? I did not call you here to help me or be a hero or whatever it is you are doing right now! And believe me, if I needed help, you would certainly not be my first choice."

The smile on America's face instantly faded and he frowned just as much as his old caretaker.

"Didn't seem like that when you begged for my help at the Second World War, old man."

And the damage was done. Both of them stood up quickly, almost letting the plates fall down, and the discussion was already going off topic, arriving at another personal spot of England: his cooking. Now there were two simultaneous discussions in the room, with the younger ones yelling about which name was the stupidest and how more important than the other each was and the older ones complaining about each one's faults like recital.

The two left out nations couldn't do anything to stop them and neither was too willing to try. They've seen how things had gone before. All Canada and India could do was watch before they too got bored. After making polite conversation over the shouts – Canada's comments weren't heard by India, but the nation all the same tried his best to keep the conversation – before India also excused himself after a urgent call received from his government concerning countries situated next to him. He quickly left, leaving Canada all by himself with a still too loud group.

It was impossible to concentrate, really.

"Oh yeah? What does Seychelles even mean, anyway? Are you some kind of seal or something?"

Sealand couldn't believe he was picking a fight with another young nation like him. Shouldn't she be able to understand how he felt, from all people? But she said some pretty mean things to him. He just wished the fighting would stop.

"For your information little boy, Seychelles is a very beautiful name. Certainly better than a weird name, anyway. Sealand? What is that supposed to mean? A country with sea and land? Tell that to your metal boats, kid!"

Seychelles was reprimanding her self the whole time. A lady should never act like that, France told her, and she was utterly embarrassed but the comments of the young nation were only riling her up. She just wished the fighting would stop.

This will all be over soon. It's always like this, you know it. That's why some of them declined, Canada kept reminding himself but he could barely hear his own thoughts. He just wished the fighting would stop.

"My food is perfectly edible, you fool! Your taste buds are completely destroyed, aren't they?"

England was barely bordering tears. It wasn't the fact America was mocking him, that was usual already, but what he truly wished for today was a nice chat. Obviously there would some mocking then and there – who was he kidding, anyway – but he didn't expect things would come to this in such a short time. Things weren't supposed to go like this at all.

"Yeah, maybe there are. And guess whose fault it is?"

America knew it wasn't completely England's fault. He had eaten it deliberately when he was younger, after all. It wasn't that he enjoyed making the older nation sad or angry and he especially hated to hurt him, but it was the only way to get his complete attention. What was he thinking, calling all his ex-colonies for a tea party? He should've just called him if he wanted nostalgia or something like it, America bitterly thought to himself. He just wished the fighting would stop.

"Why you little-"

Canada couldn't take it anymore.

"SHUT UP!" The shout was anything but Canadian, that's what the nations thought first. As soon as they realized who had shouted and the fact Canada had been there along, they instantly stopped speaking and looked at the fuming blonde.

"God, what is wrong with you guys? England just wanted to talk about the old times; I got that since the beginning! But all you've been doing is fighting and igno-" Canada was already ranting and the volume of his voice was going continuously up.

"You're right, bro. We should stop all this fighting."

America interrupted him and for once Canada wasn't upset about that. He would probably say too much and hurt someone. If he made America, his own brother, and even Prussia cry, what would he do to this poor group of nations that were reunited for a simple tea party?

England shifted uncomfortably as he saw all the nations silently consent in their own way and he couldn't believe his eyes and ears. "Really?" He asked in an uncommon soft voice and all the nations turned to him and nodded.

The smile England displayed that time was something remarkable for every nation present. Each nation thought differently about the smile, but they appreciated it completely.

"So jerk England can actually be happy? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to make him smile once in a while. After all, who can resist my cuteness?" Sealand bluntly thought.

"France was right… England can be nice sometimes." Seychelles was lost in thoughts while remembering France's past remarks about the grumpy nation.

"Thank God the fight is over… and I didn't hurt anyone this time." Canada smiled softly at everyone.

"Even if there's all this bunch of people around, it's always cool to see England smile. N- not that it's anything especial, obviously." America thought and scoffed at himself before laughing awkwardly to shake away his thoughts.

The group reunited around the table and continued their original conversations – all very superficial and none involving work, for everyone's relief – as the nations tried their best to eat the scones, with America surprisingly eating many more by a wide range for England's happiness and Canada's smirk filled remarks.

India first and Australia with New Zealand and Wy later, called the group to apologize for their lack of presence and England could only smile and ask them for the next tea party. Whenever that would be.

The group started to leave as the sun started to set, all the tea gone – by mostly England, India and Canada – and so were the snacks and scones – surprisingly or not so much, by America and Sealand, who were greeted as war heroes- with each nation leaving to their separate ways.

While their thoughts were quite different one from another, one thing was in all of their minds.

"The next time there is a tea party I definitely want to see England smiling like that again."

Author's Notes: And this is it for the final chapter in this series. I noticed there hasn't been a chapter about England's ex-colonies so here it is! I wished to have put much more, but my portrayal of them was terrible. India sadly couldn't say for long, but I will surely write him a bigger role in a distant future fic.

For those who wanted to read FrUk, don't fret, there will be two one shots of them soon enough. And two multi chaptered UsUk as well. Both the Short Series are finished and now there will be more stories – for now, only one shots from many fandoms and pairings.

Thank you all for the very kind reviews,
Every single word was appreciated,

Fieldings