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Here's England! I don't own Hetalia, but England owns you! Rather you like it or not! Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed~

England loved his tea. He also loved teacups. How expertly their pattern was design. Each having their own uniqueness. Ah, teacups. So small, so cute. They reminded him of someone. He adored that person, even though she could be annoyingly loud at times. Maybe because she hangs out with that git, America too much? His bad habits might be rubbing off on her. Either way, he still loves her. Even if he doesn't show it much.

He should be used to loudness by now, but just couldn't. So when he heard the door slam shut, along with a yell of "I'M HOME~!" He cringed. Definitely been around America too long. He sighed, aggravated that his peaceful tea-time had been interrupted.

"Where are you, Iggy?" That blasted nickname you gave him! He has told you many times before NOT to call him that, but you being you, just kissed his nose and smiled happily.

"Must you insist on calling me that horrid name, love? And keep down, you'll wake the other side of the world with that big mouth of yours. I swear, you have been spending far too much time with that wanker, America. You really-" He kept on and on. You wondered if he ever stopped for breath since his speech didn't stop for a mere second.

You were siting next to him on the couch by now, already having put the groceries away. You stared at his moving lips thoughtfully. When you think about it, you both haven't kissed but once in the whole relationship. He said it's because he's a gentleman, but you thought otherwise. He was shy, at least you thought that to be the reason.

After about one hour into the scolding, you had enough. You sat on his lap when he wasn't paying attention. Of course, him being so into his complaining about manners and America, he didn't notice at first. When you successfully made yourself at home on his lap, did he finally realize. His face took on that of a, shall we say it? Tomato red!

Grabbing his cheeks with both hands, you pulled him into a sweet kiss. "You lecture too much." You grin as his blush deepens. "But I love you anyway!"

"T-Twit, don't just-" You cut him off with another swift kiss.

"S-Stop doing that! You can not just go around kissing people like it's no big deal!"

"But it's fine as long as you both love each other, though, right?"

"Well, yes, but still-"

"Then it's okay if I do it again!" You leaned in for another kiss, only to have his hand stop you.

"Bollocks, who taught you manners? That blasted America must have tainted your mind! I-" Once again, you cut his speech off. You wrapped him into a loving hug, kissing his cheek sweetly.

"No, I do it because I love you..." You whisper softly into his ear. His body tensed slightly, you could feel the increase of his heartbeat as he placed his arms around your waist, returning the embrace. You lifted your head so you could see his face, which was blood red. Smiling happily, you kissed his nose. That, in no way, helped his already heated cheeks.

"You're bloody annoying, rude at times, and can be foolish. But...for some reason, I wouldn't have it no other way. My little teacup." Caressing your slightly flushed face, he gently stroked your cheek using his thumb. This time, he kissed you. The kiss was incredibly sweet. Just like fresh, newly made tea.

"If I'm your teacup, you're my tea kettle! Always blazing hot, temper in all!"

"Shut up, you bloody twit!"

"But I'm YOUR bloody-teacup-twit!"

He kissed you again. The only way to get back his peace and quiet, though he did relish your soft lips. He even felt his lips turning upward, creating a small smile. Guess the saying is true...opposites attract. In both of your cases, maybe so. But that's what makes love fun!

"Oh yeah, America said we should both be more open about our feelings! So, I will go first...England, you really can't cook. At all. I love you still, though."

And annoyingly stressful...

"You're lucky I'm such an incredible gentlemen...and that I love you as well..."

"I know~"

Fun thing that happened today!

Me and my older brother went to a italian restaurant. After sitting down at the table, my brother asks.

Older brother: What do you want?

What I do is.

*Stands up, puts hand in the air, smiles as big as I can, and yell...*

"PASTAAAAAAA~!"

My brother facepalms, while everyone else is giving me a 'What the hell?' look. My brother let's his head fall onto the table when I just looked at all the people and say...

"Veeeeee~"

I have no regrets.