I do know that I'm meant to be writing the London Twins, but hey. Whatever.

"I'm knackered." England face palmed the meeting table. It had been a long day; he was jetlagged from the eight hour flight to Washington, and had a meeting to go to an hour after he had arrived. Not to mention he needed TEA.

"Ja, ja, we're all tired. Most of us have come from Europe." Germany waved his hand dismissively. "Now pay attention."

Something inside England snapped. First of all, he was not European! Or was he...? Anyway, that was a debate for another day. A threatening aura came off him as he swaggered up to Germany.

"Well, listen here, mister! You're fine with being here because you can have COFFEE! I, however, have. NOT. HAD. ANY. BLOODY. TEA! I have had to survive jet-lag, WITHOUT MY TEA! With the number of goddamn coffee shops around here, you'd think that one of them WOULD SERVE TEA!" He turned to America.

"This is for your pathetic excuses of cafes." He punched him in the face.