La story continues

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''Are you okay Y/N'' my presumed to be mother asked. She almost sprinted to Y/N and grabbed his face, thoroughly scanning his face for any injury.

''Aha! There's a mark on your cheek!'' she triumphantly exclaimed, apparently happy to find that her son has been deformed. She rubbed the mark, which she then sadly remarked to only be a stain.

Prying himself from his mother, Y/N finally got the chance to study his surroundings. He internally rejoiced when he realised that he was in fact loaded, or at least his family was and a glance in the mirror confirmed that he was a privileged rich male in the 1700s.

'That makes things so much simpler' he contemplated

''Don't worry mother,'' he awkwardly patted his currently melancholy mother, ''I'm fine. I just need some tea.''

Britishness level: Infinity

His mother froze.

Slowly, she turned to face him. The disbelief was evident on her face. She whispered out the words,

''You want tea?''

No he wants to taste the blood of his enemies.

Y/N slowly nodded. Then he fell cause his overjoyed mother tackled him. He could feel tear stains on his back and his mothers shrieks of happiness were all he could hear. It was a blur or -more likely- she was a blur when she somehow dragged him out the room chanting 'My son want tea!' proudly. Somehow, she even managed to gather a squadron of servants- also chanting- while marching to the chef's room.

The presumed to be father and (thirsty) older brother, judging from their fancy as heck clothes, were in the kitchen for some reason. Oh- never mind- they were flirting with that annoyed, but very pretty chef. The guilt of their faces were quickly erased when they heard the chant.

''Look at my son'' wailed the father with tears threatening to spill.

''Finally, accepting your Britishness, eh'' smirked the brother, who elbowed.

''Yeah''

Just smile and wave Y/N, smile and wave.

''What kind of tea, sir'' asked the annoyed waitress.

''Green, I guess.''

Silence.

His family wore looks of despair and utter disgust.

''Haha. I meant Black tea, of course'' he laughed nervously

''My son!''

What a nice family you have there.

Just shut up!