A/N-This chapter will be a decent way to wrap this section up quite nicely I think. And I decided to check the story traffic for once and I realize people actually read what I write and there is lots of fluff in this chapter to me. And I just realize I haven't wrote in a while either so don't beat me either! Sorry for it being so short I get writers block every time I try continuing this story.

Situation 1

Lynnly: I dislike my talent for all the fluff I write. *gets beaten*

Editor: Embrace your fluffyness! *beats with stick*

Situation 2

Lynnly: I didn't post for the last week or two shi-! *beaten with stick*

Editor: You have to let them wait because of school. I mean look I get frustrated when this happens to me so shush and live with it! WRITE CHILD WRITE! *beats with stick*

England woke up very groggily; he couldn't sleep at all last night. So many thoughts were running through his head ever since yesterday. Yao leaves today, what do I say? The wary nation thought, that was all he was thinking about. The messy haired nation barely remembered the day before at all, all he remembered was when his love kissed him and telling him it was his last day.

China was in the hallway, making sure everything was in his luggage that he never really opened for the last few days. He wasn't that thrilled to be going back to his homeland, fearing that Russia will be there to greet him. Or worst is if there's an unannounced family gathering at his house again. Having Young Soo and Mei in the same country is bad enough. Shaking those ideas out of his mind and focusing more on what he knows is going to happen, him leaving his precious gem again to be stolen.

As the old nation got closer toward the door, he was also looking for a certain messy haired, emerald eyed blonde. He was hoping to have a small quick word with him again, and to say good bye even if they both aren't good at that. Glancing at the clock, he realized he was way off schedule and had a flight to catch in less than an hour. This made the old nation run down the hall, screaming for his companion.

"Arthur aru ! Arthur aru! Aiyah, I'm going to be late aru~!" China practically screams.

England finally sits up in bed to the sound of an Asian's voice calling his name. Yao!The Brit thought and sprinted in the hall to find an anxious China still looking for him with his overlong sleeves entangled in his luggage handle. Swiftly, the British man rushes to meet his partner in the middle of the hallway and starts to press his lips to the pair in front of him. Soon catching on, his older companion lets go of his luggage and starts to press back a little. Cutting off the kiss abruptly, the shorter country broke off and met the taller country's emerald eyes with his golden eyes.

"I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, aru. Now I have to go before you make me more late than I'm supposed to be, aru." China says in a soft, hushed tone. With that said the visiting nation left out the door and back to his home nation.

England wanted to say something, but it was already too late. He couldn't find the words to say and his lover left the house for his plane. That was the most exciting part of the day for the United Nation's household; everything seemed so still and quite now.

After that the room darkened, and the whole area where England was standing seemed to turn pitch black and seemed to suck the Brit in with it.

" Bloody- WHAT IS THIS!"

England woke up abruptly with a horrible headache. He was dressed for the World Meeting with his tie undone and his hair messy as usual. Then he smelled something, besides the smell of alcohol on his person, ancient aroma in the house realizing it wasn't even his house. Instead it was a certain nation's house that happens to also walk in at this thought.

"You're up ahen?" came a thick accented voice "You're lucky I found you ahen. Next time you are drunk off your ass, I won't be the one saving you after the World Meeting ahen." China said while walking away, his hair down for the night, which England found to look shiny and clean.

When England sat up from the bed he was placed in, he couldn't help but stare at where the old nation was standing. Was that all a dream? He thought to himself That was all a dream, none of that ever happened. To think, it all started with a simple cup of tea in that world. I wish Yao knew how much he means to me.

With that last thought, he drifted off to sleep in hopes of that dream once more.

A/N: Yep fail story! Okay I am a horrible person I lied since this didn't have a real plot I understand all you readers now dislike me I get it just no rocks or sharp knives. Well the fact that I am starting a lot of other stories, school, no plot in this, and I wanted a twist. I feel like I am going to get mobbed soon oh dear. So I hope you still totally don't not like me, so this is the last of the tea then so on to one of my many other IggyChu stories, and a new pot of tea. Again I am sorry but it was time, it needed to end or haunt me for the rest of my life so, enjoy the last part and I hope you check out the rest of my non-fluff stories. This was pure fluff so stay creative I guess. Ciao!

Also it took a while for me to post…..About a month, I have to say it for due reasons; school, chorus contest, band contest coming up (do I practice, no), lazy, vocaloid dances still perfecting/ learning (I is in love with Matyoshka by miku and gumi and the dance is crazy), lots of other lame excuses, stories written, my computer not being able to send this story…(if there are any mistakes don't question me I am not that good at the whole tense thing), and exe tra.