Rating: PG
Pairing: England/China
Word Count: 469
Notes: I want ice cream.
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"Just one bite," England said with a huff, the cool cup in his hand making the rays of the sun feel a little less hot.
"If I wanted to try your ice cream, I would have asked," came the curt answer. China brought his ice cream cone to his mouth and licked off some of the melting treat before it dripped down his hand.
In actuality, the reason England wanted China to take a bite of his ice cream was so that he would have the chance to taste China's ice cream. England wasn't one to like ice cream all that much—it was good on hot days, and that was it—but the added hint of China's own taste on the ice cream was enticing. He had to taste China's ice cream. "Then, may I have a lick of yours?"
"No."
England almost pouted. The sun must have been causing him a little brain damage; he was acting almost as childish as America. In defeat, he lifted his spoon to his lips and let the coolness of the ice cream spread inside his mouth.
"Maybe if you generously coat the ice cream with some fudge, I will accept your first offer," China said a second later, his gold eyes following the spoon from the ice cream to England's mouth.
"If you wanted fudge, you could have asked the ice cream vendor," England teased, giving China a smug smile. He scooped some of the ice cream onto the spoon, making sure he dipped it into the fudge, and lifted it to China's mouth.
China's eyes seemed to sparkled as he opened his mouth and leaned forward, ready to accept the ice cream. Except England pulled his arm away. "And then I can try some of yours, yes?"
"Yes, of course," China answered, a small glare directed at the blond. But it disappeared a moment later when England brought the spoon to China's mouth. China let Arthur press the spoon against his lips, the fudge staining China's bottom lip before it was moved inside China's mouth. The taste of vanilla and chocolate—and Arthur—mingled together, almost making China moan out loud.
It wasn't fair. England's ice cream was way better than his own, though he highly suspected it had something to do with England, who now had a curious expression on his face.
"I take it you like it."
China pulled back, a faint blush on his cheeks. "It's okay," he answered quickly and held his ice cream out for England. "Here. Just taste it and be quiet."
England nodded, but instead of leaning down and licking the ice cream, he grabbed China's chin and pulled his face closer to England's. "Don't mind if I do."
Not even the sun could burn as intensely as when their lips collided.