Of Tea and Opium

by peony-and-poppy

A collection of England/China drabbles I've written. They're not continuous or linked in any way. Most are based off of fanart by my favourite artist. If you're curious, just ask, and I'll be happy to link you to her pixiv account. Others are based off of requests. Some are based off of other artist's fanworks. Rating varies. Enjoy!

14. Chapter 14

Rating: PG
Pairing: England/China
Word Count: 347
Notes: I don't remember writing this fic lol.

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England could feel the stares burning holes in the back of his head. He stood out like a brown, rotten apple in a mass of shiny red ones. China had invited him to dinner, but when England accepted the offer, he hadn't realized that dinner consisted of China and China's family.

All of them.

Japan politely passed the tea to Macau, Thailand cheerfully chattered with Hong Kong and Korea, and Taiwan excitedly asked Vietnam if she wanted seconds. Meanwhile, China sighed and mumbled something about table manners and the lack thereof being displayed at the table. No one listened.

So England turned his attention to his food and the wretched chopsticks in his hand. Carefully, he picked up some rice, only to watch most of the grains tumble back onto the plate before making it into his mouth.

A chuckle. "Aiya, how long has it been and you still can't use chopsticks properly." China scooted a little closer, a small smile ghosting over his lips.

England blushed, embarrassed and terribly distracted by the proximity between them. "Forks are much more practical. I mean, you can't even—"

He was silenced by the feel of the rice touching his tongue. China's head was curiously tilted to the side, and he still wore that smile.

"We're in my country, so you'll eat with my utensils."

A nod. England chewed and swallowed. His eyes quickly scanned the table. Everyone was seemingly distracted by the food or idle conversation, so England leaned down and gently pecked China on the lips. "It'd be easier if you kept feeding me."

China moved back a little and half-pouted, half-frowned. "Aiya, no kissing allowed at the dinner table," he whispered, stealing a glance to make sure no one had seen England's little performance. His eyes returned to gaze at England's and he sighed, "Just this once. But you have to eat whatever I decide to feed you."

England chuckled. "Fine, I have no qualms about that."

"Good." China's cheeks were slightly reddened. He picked up a dumpling and brought it to England's mouth, "Say 'aah'."