Title: Tea With Crumpets

Pairing: England + Reader

Rating: K+, I'd say.

"Would you like some tea with crumpets?" someone asks. You turn around confusedly to look back at him.

"What?" you ask.

"Tea? With crumpets?" the man repeats. Now that you can see him, you find that he is actually quite attractive, though his eyebrows look like they're trying to take over the world.

"I don't know you," you tell him, utterly bemused. "I just walked past you on the street and then suddenly you're asking me out? I'm not that kind of person." You get the feeling that that's not what he wants, but you do know not to trust anybody asking people for tea late at night.

"I didn't mean it that way!" he says, looking horrified. "I was just wondering. You look like you need somebody to talk to." You stop just as you're about to walk away. He's right. You do need someone to talk to, even if it is some random, huge-eyebrowed man wandering the streets.

"All right," you finally answer. "Do you have a place in mind?"

He smiles kindly at you. "Of course!" he says. "Just follow me."

Feeling utterly confused, but still much better than you were feeling before, you follow him down the street to a small cafe you hadn't noticed before. In truth, it looks like most people don't notice it, because for one thing it's front consists only of a wooden door, and not a very outstanding one at that. You get the feeling that the man in front of you-you really should ask his name!-is the main reason that this small cafe is still alive.

He opens the door for you with a gracious smile, and you blush. No one has ever opened a door for you for as long as you can remember. You give him a warm smile, then step inside the cafe. Inside, it is surprisingly bright and airy, smelling somewhere between a fragrant rose and a field of wildflowers. You step aside to let the man in behind you as you take in the rest of the cafe, the light rose-colored walls, the small, pretty tables, the lace table-coverings. You suddenly notice a sign that tells you to ring the bell for service. It has an arrow pointing to a deskish thing that you decide must be where you pay, and on the desk is a small bell.

"Should we ring?" you ask the man, forgetting, yet again, to ask his name.

He smiles at you. "Go ahead." Rather excitedly, you lean forward and tap the top little dingy part with your index finger. It makes a light, tinkling noise and almost immediately a long-haired Chinese man comes through a door you hadn't noticed earlier.

"Who is it-Arthur!" he says, wiping his hands, which you see our covered in flour, on his apron. "Welcome, welcome-aru!" he greets. "And who is this lovely young lady?" You giggle at this. The second man, the one who's not Arthur, sounds exactly like a mother checking over her son's first girlfriend.

"My name is _," you tell him, holding out a hand for him to shake. "What's your name?"

"Wang Yao, but you can just call me Yao, aru," the Chinese man says, holding out a slightly-less flour-covered hand than before for you to shake. He gives you a small smile, then leads you to a table and asks what you want.

"Just tea for now," Arthur tells him. "Thank you, as always, Yao." Arthur waits for Yao to leave the room before turning to you again. "Why do you look so sad?" he asks, looking searchingly into your eyes. You feel as if you've known him forever, and suddenly you just start talking. You can't stop yourself.

"My boyfriend broke up with me," you admit tearily. "We were about to be married, but then he- he left me. For my mother."

He winces at this, and you feel tears prick your eyes. "That's awful!" he says emphatically. "I don't know why he'd leave such a pretty girl as you." You notice that he tactfully doesn't mention your mother at all.

"R-really?" you ask. "You th-think that I'm p-pretty?"

"Of course I do!" he says with a smile that makes his eyebrows move up. "You are pretty, love!" You blush as he calls you "love." No one has ever called you "love" before. It reminds you endearingly of Jack Sparrow.

"Thank you...!" you say with a watery smile. "I-I'm glad at least one person thinks so..."

"Plenty of people think so," he says firmly. He reaches across the table and wraps your hand in his own. His hands are warm and welcoming. "Or if not, they should."

"Oh, Arthur, you're such a flirt!" Yao says, walking over holding a tray with two dainty little teacups on small, flower-shaped platters, along with a lovely white porcelain teapot. You blush as he sets the teacup in front of you, remembering how he just called Arthur a flirt in such an affectionate way.

"Th-thank you," you say softly as Yao pours some tea from the pot and into your cup.

"You're welcome, aru!" he answers, and you giggle slightly at the strange thing he says at the end of his sentence.

You and Arthur stay in the cafe for around half an hour longer, chatting with Yao about nothing, and then he asks you if he can walk you home. Smiling happily, you say yes, and, as you walk, he hesitantly reaches out his hand and grabs yours, making you blush once again.

"I had a very nice time with you," he says courteously once you're outside the door to your apartment.

"I had a nice time with you as well," you say just as formally, though with a rather un-courteous giggle and smile. He grabs your hand and you watch, rather awed, as he pulls it up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on it.

"I hope to see you again," he says with a small smile.

"I-I do too..." you breathe, completely thrown-off-in a good way-by the hand-kissing. "Ah, w-wait, here's my number." You pull a business card from your purse and shove it into his hands. "C-call me! I-I mean, if you want, you don't have to-" He stops your babbling with a swift kiss to the lips.

"Have a nice day, miss," he says, giving you a beautiful smile. He then turns and walks away, back the way you came.

A/N SO IT'S SHORT! Don't hate me! DX *sobs*

This story goes out to someone I will just call "C" since that's what one of their reviews said. They're a guest, but thank them anyways! Since I haven't gotten anymore requests, I will grab some of my own oneshot ideas for the next chapter, unless I get something! *hint hint* XD

(I also feel like telling you that I mispelled "Yao" as "Yaoi" -I honestly don't even want to know what's wrong with my brain. XD)