"Come over to have tea, China." England twirled the phone cord around his finger with a sigh. "Please?"

China frowned at his phone. "I really wish I could, but I've got to pick up Taiwan from her shift at the bubble tea shop soon." The phone line was quiet after that, so eerily quiet that China scrambled to make amends. "I'll call Taiwan, and I'll have a co-worker drop her off, okay? I'll call you back."

"Fine. Bye. I love you." England sighed, and hung up the phone. He was having an off day, and what was better than the warmness of China's tea and China pressed against him. He stared out into the rain that had settled over his place, and the puddles that had sprayed dirty water over him. Just another rainy day in London.

China stared at the phone for a moment, and then phoned Taiwan.

Taiwan clutched at her phone. "Wei?"

"Taiwan?"

"Gan man ne?" Taiwan asked, shoving the phone between her shoulder and her ear as a customer came in.

"Can you get a co-worker to drive you back home? I'm going over to England's." China said, his voice changing slightly as he said England.

"Fine. Dress nice." Taiwan actually wanted China to pick her up, but if he was going over to England's... maybe he could pick her up and let her stay at England's to watch them. She looked up at the customer, and smiled. In a whisper, she added, "Just film it for me?" She turned to the customer. "Wo zenme bang ni ne?"

"Wait what - that's gross, Taiwan, no. We're just having tea. Are you still working?" In truth, China hoped not.

"Yeah, I have to go now. " She hissed into the phone. "Zaijian."

"Zaij - " The phone clicked off, and China hung up the phone with a sigh. At least he could go to England's now. China threw on a blazer over his dress shirt, shoved on some leather boots, and headed out the door.

England opened his door to China. "Don't you look nice?" He commented, assessing his outfit. A blazer laid over a red dress shirt, black trousers tucked under knee-length leather boots.

"Taiwan told me to dress nice, so I did." China shrugged. "You don't like it?"

"It's fine." England felt boring in a green sweater and white dress shirt, a usual outfit for him. Wait, why was he thinking about outfits? He was the British gentleman, the one who dressed nice, though. "I have some tea set up in the parlour." He held out his hands, which China's blazer slid on. England hung it up.

China slipped off his boots, and then England couldn't help but laugh.

"You have... Hello Kitty socks?" England had a silly grin on his face, staring at China's socked feet.

"What?" China looked down, and his face coloured red at the sight of Hello Kitty printed on his socks. "Oh." He hadn't expected to go anywhere or to take off his shoes, so he'd just put on Hello Kitty socks that morning.

England chuckled, and tried to ignore the flashy Hello Kitty socks traipsing around his house. He led China to the parlour, where tea was set up in wide, matching blue cups for two. There were little cakes on two plates for them.

China smiled. "Ah, wow, it smells good." He inhaled the scent, and went ahead and took a seat on the couch.

England grinned back at him. "Yeah." He joined China on the couch. "Go ahead. You can drink." He leaned forward and took the saucer and cup. He delicately lifted the cup to his lips.

China watched him, especially craving his lips. It wasn't that he didn't know how to drink tea, just pure infatuation. He took the cup and saucer in his hands, and drank, liking the feeling of the warm tea running down his throat. "It's jasmine tea, isn't it?"

England gave China an approving look. "Yes." He took another sip to confirm it, and nodded. He looked away, staring at the little flowered wallpaper.

"Really cold today, isn't it?"

England looked at him. "It is quite cold, isn't it?" He took another sip of tea, now only really wanting China. Not the tea, not the little cakes he bought from a bakery (admittedly French), just China. His tongue brushed against his own lips, and he took another sip, breathing hard.

But China didn't seem to get the idea. Was he like America? Could he not read the atmosphere? "Are you okay? You're panting..." China pondered it over for a moment, then fixed his chocolate eyes on England. "Or are you falling for me?"

That reminded England of France, which momentarily postponed his lust. No way, that () frog was nothing like China. England simply took a quiet sip of his tea.

Side by side on the couch, they resumed their place as the awkward couple, listening to the rain pound on the roof, their faces red.

England wondered if he should bring up the Hello Kitty socks again, but decided to cease his teasing. At some point, he decided to thank China for taking some of his time to spend time with him. They were so far away, so they hardly got to see each other, after all. "China, is Taiwan okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Why?" China licked up a drop of tea that had escaped his supple lips, his head whirling to face England.

"Oh, well, you had to pick her up from work earlier before you phoned her. You must be a good big brother." A better one than England had been to America, England thought sentimentally. Then again, Taiwan had moved out of China's house, but at least China hadn't dumped relentless taxes on her.

China shrugged. "It's nothing."

England set his cup down, and turned to face China with his forest green eyes framed with long, blonde lashes fixed on every plain of China's soft face, turned away from him. England gave a smirk, and with his capable hands, he cupped China's face, and turned it towards himself. The British man reminisced idly about how soft and glowing China's skin was, even in the dim light.

"I knew it. You're falling for me." China beamed, and took one last sip of his tea. He set the cup down, and pressed his lips to England's, pressing him against the edge of the sofa. His eyelids closed to enjoy every other sensation.

England smiled in the kiss, gently forcing China to be bottom again, his fingers crawling down China's neck. He pushed lightly against China's shoulders, thinking about how things smelled of jasmine.

China leaned backwards. So I'm bottom again. He frowned in his thoughts, but other than that, bliss crawled through him.

England's hands continued to dance along China's body, along his chest until it blindly reached a button. His heart thumped against his chest, and the melodies of their hearts entwined into two drums beating in unison. His fingers fumbled to unbutton China's shirt. He wanted was their bodies to be pressed together without cumbersome clothes in the way. He broke the kiss, supporting himself over China. England's eyes fluttered open, and threw open his shirt. With a rhythm, he removed the shirt, and threw it aside.

China moaned as England's fingers traced the muscles on his stomach. China would admit it. He was ticklish. He giggled like a little girl. "England..." His eyes fluttered open. "Close the curtains." He pleaded, still staring at the window, the curtains drawn to the side so that the rain made a mural on the window. His tawny eyes flickered to meet England's.

England smiled. "I have a better idea." He took hold of China's hands at his side, and hauled him up. "Let's go to my bedroom." He leaned in and licked China's ear affectionately.

China nodded his approval, and reached up and kissed England again.

They stumbled around, in a kiss, England blindly leading China upstairs. The house was quiet, secluded except for their laughter.

The rain fell on the roof above them, as they backed into England's bedroom.

England reached out, and closed the door behind him.

What a nice rained-in activity.

England pressed China against the wall, his tongue rasping against China's mouth, exploring.

China was laughing, his arms around England's neck, caressing it sweetly. China wrapped his legs around England's dependable body, clinging to him.

How sweet China's lips were.

How lovely and firm England was.

England whirled to the side, his hands caressing the backside of China's legs, and dropped China on his bed. He hovered over China, analyzing him with sparking green eyes.

China took hold of England's wrists and pulled him down, pressing him against his body firmly. He held England's arms out to the side, apprehending him, supporting England above the bed and his legs wrapped around England's waist yet again.

England's eyes caressed China's body hungrily, leaning in. He whispered, his lips brushing against China's earlobe, "Wo shi ruci di xuyao ni."

A tingle shivered throughout China's body, his body burning with desire, China glanced up at England, his heart pounding as England drew closer."England..." He breathed.

England leaned in, his lips crashing against China's, his tongue rasping against China's lips, begging for entrance. "Yes?"

"Please me." China reached around England's waist, as his fingers hooked around England's beltloops, exposing England's bare, shining legs as China slid his trousers off his legs. "Make love to me... please." His breath shuddered.

"Since you said the magic word. But next time we have to go to your place - I just washed my sheets."

Hong Kong lounged on his sofa, rewatching Taiwan's 2007 drama My Lucky Star after she gave the DVD to him. He was debating whether to start a Jackie Chan marathon or whether to watch America's movie Shanghai Noon as Han Zhi Yin discovered Tian Qi is his older half brother. Taiwan's dramas are always so plot-twisty. He lamented, watching the scene.

At that moment, China paraded in, his face elated. "Hong Kong! I have some news for you!" China glided towards Hong Kong on the sofa.

Hong Kong grimaced as England followed after China.

China smiled down at Hong Kong, who pressed pause on the remote reluctantly. Just as he was getting to the good part. "You're going to have a baby sister!"

Hong Kong just stared and stared and stared at China, trying to take this in. "B... baby sister..." His head cocked to the side. What the hell? This goes against everything I learned in health class. "Not just a half-sister like normal?"

"Nope. A full sister." China grinned down at Hong Kong, folding his arms. "Look at daddy England." China crooned at England.

England was looking away, his face bright red.

Hong Kong peeled himself off the couch. "... I'm off to light some firecrackers now."

"Just don't do drugs!"

AN: I just realized I pressed AU on my keyboard instead of AN last chapter. Does it matter? *too lazy to fix it*

I feel like a pervert after writing this, especially since I eagerly updated it. So my excuse for this, is... they made me do it. No, seriously. One of my friends made me write like a little writing-slave...

If you look closely, I added in some FrUK, since that's my second England pairing, and then comes Seychelles.

I was actually considering having Hong Kong say "FrUK Daddy England."

Yeah, don't do drugs, kids.

Translations: these are rough translations by me, and I tried the best to convert them to English phrases!
Wei = 'hi' or 'yes?'
Gan man ne = What's up?
Wo zenme bang ni ne = How can I help you?
Wo shi ruci di xuyao ni = I really want you