Title: Coffee & Tea: A Hundred Day Challenge

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: America & England

Rating: T (for language)

Genre: Romance, Friendship

Warning: Shouen-Ai, Original Character (Maria/Philippines)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by a fan for fans. Axis Powers Hetalia rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews and for adding this story to your favourites/alerts, guys! APH 100 Day Challenge was made by kimchi71399.

Day 8: TV Browsing

Philippines was lounging on her couch, remote in hand as she browsed through channels on her television. It was her day off and she had decided to spend it all day at her rest house somewhere in one of the provinces to escape the pollution of the city.

"Ginoo ko, the reception is always bad here!" She frowned, a coconut with a pink straw and mini-umbrellas in hand. She was very tempted to kick her television for the bad reception.

'...And earlier today—Iggy—passed away in London due to a-'

She spat out the juice and increased the volume but the television decided to blank out to static. She threw the remote at the television and the coconut as well, not helping to better the reception in anyway.

"Putang ina! England is dead?" She gasped to herself, hands cupping her cheeks. "Kuya America will be devastated!"

She quickly grabbed her mobile phone and made an international call to the nation of the United States of America. She had to dial his number twice because he wouldn't pick up, she had just remembered that it was too early in the morning at America's place and she might be the first one to break it the awful news to him!

She was just about to end the call, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news when the ringing stopped.

"God, Pi." America's groggy, sleepy voice froze her on spot. "Do you know what time it is here? This better be important because I've a flight to England tomorrow for a meeting—or later, I don't know."

Philippines gulped, her heart breaking. "K-Kuya, I-I'm sorry. But I... I just heard from the news th-that... that..."

"That what?" America frowned, now awake and his big brother senses fully awake because the girl rarely cried. "Come on, let it out. I'm here to listen."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kuya!" Philippines cried, "England's dead! I'm very, very sorry!"

"What?" America gasped. "Nations can't-"

"I know! B-But the news said... he died!" Philippines cried, "I'm so sorry, Kuya. I'm so sorry!"

"N-No..." America's voice cracked, "That-That..."

The line went dead and Philippines slumped on the wooden couch, crying and clutching her cell phone to her chest.

xxxxx

America jumped down the jet he had stolen from the air force and broke in the Buckingham Palace, causing quite an uproar amongst the servants and guards. As he was trying to ask the servants where England's body was, the guards came and surrounded him, trying to subdue him.

"Let me go!" America demanded, trying not to use his full strength on the humans. "I-I just want to see Iggy!"

"There is no one here by that name, sir!" One of the guards raised his voice at the wild American. "Calm yourself and leave now! This is the Buckingham Palace!"

"No! I just need to see him... one last time!" America cried, the tears wouldn't stop falling down now. "I just... I just need to see him! I have to tell him! I have to tell him that I love—"

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" America froze, hearing that familiar prudish voice. "Good God, Am—Alfred! What the deuce are you doing here?"

"I-Iggy!" America gasped and pushed away the startled guards. He ran towards England and tackled him on the floor with a bear hug. "You're alive! You're alive! Thank God, you're alive!"

"Stupid git!" England growled, pushing America off his person. "Of course, I'm alive!"

"My Lord, do you know this person?" One of the guards asked England.

"Yes, unfortunately." England grumbled, "You may return to your posts now, I'll take care of him."

England shooed away the servants and guards, all of them knowing not to disobey and left quickly. America's arms were still locked around England's torso even when they were left alone; the tears on his eyes were still flowing down.

"Get off—damn, are you crying?" England gasped; pushing America off him just enough to see the blonde's tear stained face. "America, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Pi called me—she said you were dead and... and..." America sobbed and the tears started flowing again. "I... I thought you were dead!"

England turned red at the thought of America's concern, wanting to comfort the larger nation and assure him that there was no way he would die any time soon. But of course, this was England and he scoffed at the show of affection from the American.

"And why would you care if I died?" England huffed, trying to cross his arms.

"Because I love you, idiot!" America spat out before realising he did. He froze seconds later, tears gone and dry as he quickly pulled away from England. "Uh, that was—that wasn't—I mean—it's not what—No, it's—"

England smirked from the floor at America's flustered and red face, "So, that's why you're here in the Palace in your pyjamas."

"What?" America blinked and stared down at himself—he was wearing his pyjamas! "Holy shit!"

England laughed and yanked the larger nation back on the floor. America stumbled over England and before he could push himself away, England kissed him on the lips. And England was sober. America's ears turned red and he lost the ability to think, all that mattered was England's lips over his.

"Come on, lad." England said after the kiss, his hand clutching at America's pyjama collar. "The meeting doesn't start in four hours, we have to let you try on clothes for the meeting—don't worry, I'll help you."

xxxxx

Philippines was splayed on her sofa, still unable to take the news of a fellow nation being dead when all of a sudden her television buzzed to life, back on the news.

'Earlier today, Iggy Arroyo passed away in London due-'

Philippines blinked, "Oh shit. Wrong send."

The End

Author's Note: A person named Ignacio Arroyo (aka Iggy) did die in London a few months ago, he was a Filipino politician and was the brother of the former First Gentleman. I hope I didn't offend anyone by this. OTL Anyway, thank you for reading!

Translations:

Ginoo ko – My God

Putang Ina – lit. 'Your Mom's a bitch' / Son of a bitch

Kuya – Older Brother (like 'onisan')

'Wrong send' – a slang phrase that kinda means 'I sent the wrong message' / 'Wrong info'

Pi – What my American friend calls the Philippines

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