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!

4. Chapter 4

Rating: PG
Pairing: England/China
Word Count: 339

Notes: I actually wrote this drabble because a friend of mine wrote one for the same picture. :'D Fun times. Fun times.

xxx

Decades.

England had spent decades upon decades lost in confusion. The first time England had seen him, the nation had been wearing a bright, traditional Chinese gown. His hair had been long, longer than it was now, and his face-no, his entire presence-screamed of delicacy and beauty. It was only natural that England—and Portugal and France and Spain and eventually America—ended up confusing China for a woman.

But England had gotten close—though not close ENOUGH—to China before to feel the obvious lack of breasts.

That didn't stop him from staring at China like he was some sort of apparition come back from the dead, though. He's too beautiful; he can't possibly be a man…

"Why are you looking at me like that, Arthur?" China's eyes were busy staring at some papers in front of him, but he could feel England's green gaze on him. Didn't the man have anything better to do than to gawk at him?

"We should find the others. America probably got lost and wound up in Burger King, but it is crucial to find him and—" England's voice faded, mind wandering back to the topic it had been focusing on seconds before.

"I'll look for America. You're in charge of finding France and Russia," China stated simply, standing from his seat, papers in a neat stack in his arms.

"Right," England muttered, standing as well. "Wait, why do I have to find those two?" He frowned, not at all pleased with China's sudden burst of leadership. His eyes ran down China's body, and before he could think of the consequences—because getting too close to China always resulted in physical pain—England took a step closer to the Asian and stretched out his arms.

China froze, the hands on his chest causing him to drop the papers onto the ground.

"Arthur..."

A joyful cheer. "Ha! France lost this time! That bloody frog better pay up, or I'll—"

The next thing England saw was the bottom of China's shoe.