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!

2. Chapter 2

Rating: PG
Pairing: England/China
Word Count: 373

Notes: You know the drill. Written in 5 minutes; I kid you not. How do I avoid doing HW? BY WRITING POINTLESS DRABBLES, OF COURSE!

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Hong Kong sighed, trying his hardest not to drop the book in his hands. China's arms were obnoxiously draped over his shoulders, and while that wasn't too much of a problem, the third wheel had shown up and decided to wrap his arms around China.

"Arthur, I never said you were welcome," China mumbled, turning his face to peek at England. The blond nation had discarded his jacket, tossed it on the floor somewhere, and happily joined Hong Kong and China on the floor. His arms were tightly wrapped around China's waist, much to China's—and Hong Kong's—displeasure.

"Where are you manners, Yao? It's rude to shun your guests." He placed a small kiss on China's shoulder and smirked, pulling China closer to his chest—pulling Hong Kong closer to China's chest.

"I'm trying to read," Hong Kong muttered, certain that his words had gone unnoticed.

They had, in fact. China sighed and glared at England, not once acknowledging what Hong Kong had said. "You're not a guest. I never invited you in-"

"Yao, you smell of spring and flowers."

Hong Kong mentally rolled his eyes and flipped a page in the book. Wonderful. This was what he always wanted.

"Arthur!" China attempted to move away from Arthur's embrace, but he found himself caught in-between two bodies. Had Hong Kong been there all along? "Don't you see Hong Kong? He's trying to read."

England blinked and eyed Hong Kong, "Leon, haven't I told you not to read filthy American literature? Where is your Shakespeare?"

"… Who?"

Hurt by the answer, England returned to what he had previously been doing: sniffing China's neck. "See there, the boy is fine. He even has the nerve to insult one of the greatest writers of all time." He pressed a kiss against China's neck, blissfully smiling against the skin.

"Aiya, that's not what I meant!" China frowned, mumbling a curse in his native tongue.

Hong Kong let out an exasperated sigh and turned another page in the book. He was never quite sure whose house was more rowdy, but after thinking it through, he gave England another 5 minutes before China elbowed England in the gut and kicked him out of the house for good.