UK folded his gloved hands and stared into his steaming cup of tea, sifting through his memories when he was an empire. He had thought of himself to be the world's greatest nation, powerful in the eyes of his enemies, his monarch he thought was the most desirable. The wars he had been in or had witnessed, the territories he gained, the people who he considered his subjects back when he was younger and more arrogant; had it really been that long since he was at the peak of his power?
'the sun never sets on the British Empire.' He once had said to himself...and now he was alone to clean his house by himself. He never knew how much it could hurt to fall.
The doorbell suddenly rang, jolting the Brit out of his thoughts. He stood up and opened the door, and saw America at his doorstep. His eyebrows furrowed at seeing the younger nation's smile. As of right now, he wanted nothing more than to bash him in the face. Whether it was due to his prolonged bitterness of the Revolutionary War, or just grouchy, he still opened the door anyway.
"What do you want, idiot? I'm busy." UK scowled. America just smiled and held out a tray to him, built upon it was an iced gingerbread building resembling Buckingham Palace.
"I made you this after I visited Queen Elizabeth. She's a nice lady...hinted you liked gingerbread..." For an air-headed nation, America knew how to please his older mentor with his occasional British roots.
"Oh did she? But it's not the holidays anymore, you git." Seeing UK's look on his face, the younger nation entered the house as usual, placing the iced palace onto the table.
"Oh I know, but gingerbread is great all year round! Soooooo it's nice, isn't it? I mean, I'm not a pastry artist but I did my best." America said proudly, pointing out the painstaking hours he spent "researching" the palace (more like hanging with Prince William and Harry and annoying Prince Charles), and getting everything right.
"I even added sugar trees and stuff. Oh and edible flags!" He said, plucking an extra flag from its candy cane staff and ate it. UK felt a gasp almost erupt in his chest. Why did it hurt? It was made of sugar, and it wasn't like America ripped a piece of himself away.
"Idiot," UK mumbled, rubbing his arm. "Thanks for the sweets, but I prefer if you leave me be for now...I'm just taking my tea time." America perked up at the "so-called invitation".
"Can I join you?" He asked. "I heard gingerbread tastes good with tea." The older nation looked up in surprise. America hated tea ever since he broke away from him. What was he up to?
"...Fine. Since you're already here and I made hot water, and that you brought your palace..." UK scowled as usual and walked into the kitchen. He came out seconds later with a basket of tea bags and another mug of hot water. America beamed as he carefully chose an apple-cinnamon tea bag and dipped it.
"I thought you hated tea?" UK asked as he sat back down, trying not to look at the gingerbread palace. America sipped at his mug.
"I do, but I really like the tea that's fruity tasting, like apple cider." UK said nothing but continued drinking.
"...Well?"
"Well what?" UK frowned, disliking the peace being disturbed.
"Aren't you going to eat my masterpiece?" America asked. toyed with the tray, admiring his handiwork. The Brit shrugged.
"Maybe." To tell you the truth, he was horrified at the thought of eating Buckingham Palace. To him, it was the equivalent of finally realizing he had indeed fallen. He was too attached to his memories, but like everything else, he also knew it was time to move on and start referring to himself as a nation like everyone else. He had a choice: Stay an empire even though he knew he was alone, or be himself. UK stared down at his cooling cup of tea. His decision was made before he even knew it.
"My baking's not that bad, isn't it?" America pouted. A smile crawled onto UK's face as he reached over and broke off a piece of the roof.
"No, I just wasn't hungry before."
"Oh well, good! It's tea time after all." UK lifted an eyebrow and chuckled.
"Idiot. Call next time or something."
For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world
Writer!anon that was just perfect. I love quiet moments between England and America. This meme seems be be lacking in that department but never the less you have seriously put a smile on my face, DX and it's probably not gonna come off! Oh writer!anon MARRY ME!! (we'll have little internet childrenz and everything) <3 <3 <3
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-15 07:24 am (UTC)(link)Please? It's like, perfect. And I need this like I need
teabreathing.Re: Captcha: As punishment (roflomg if anon can include that, I'd give you my first born or something.)
'He Won't Call My Name'
(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)'the sun never sets on the British Empire.' He once had said to himself...and now he was alone to clean his house by himself. He never knew how much it could hurt to fall.
The doorbell suddenly rang, jolting the Brit out of his thoughts. He stood up and opened the door, and saw America at his doorstep. His eyebrows furrowed at seeing the younger nation's smile. As of right now, he wanted nothing more than to bash him in the face. Whether it was due to his prolonged bitterness of the Revolutionary War, or just grouchy, he still opened the door anyway.
"What do you want, idiot? I'm busy." UK scowled. America just smiled and held out a tray to him, built upon it was an iced gingerbread building resembling Buckingham Palace.
"I made you this after I visited Queen Elizabeth. She's a nice lady...hinted you liked gingerbread..." For an air-headed nation, America knew how to please his older mentor with his occasional British roots.
"Oh did she? But it's not the holidays anymore, you git." Seeing UK's look on his face, the younger nation entered the house as usual, placing the iced palace onto the table.
"Oh I know, but gingerbread is great all year round! Soooooo it's nice, isn't it? I mean, I'm not a pastry artist but I did my best." America said proudly, pointing out the painstaking hours he spent "researching" the palace (more like hanging with Prince William and Harry and annoying Prince Charles), and getting everything right.
"I even added sugar trees and stuff. Oh and edible flags!" He said, plucking an extra flag from its candy cane staff and ate it. UK felt a gasp almost erupt in his chest. Why did it hurt? It was made of sugar, and it wasn't like America ripped a piece of himself away.
"Idiot," UK mumbled, rubbing his arm. "Thanks for the sweets, but I prefer if you leave me be for now...I'm just taking my tea time." America perked up at the "so-called invitation".
"Can I join you?" He asked. "I heard gingerbread tastes good with tea." The older nation looked up in surprise. America hated tea ever since he broke away from him. What was he up to?
"...Fine. Since you're already here and I made hot water, and that you brought your palace..." UK scowled as usual and walked into the kitchen. He came out seconds later with a basket of tea bags and another mug of hot water. America beamed as he carefully chose an apple-cinnamon tea bag and dipped it.
"I thought you hated tea?" UK asked as he sat back down, trying not to look at the gingerbread palace. America sipped at his mug.
"I do, but I really like the tea that's fruity tasting, like apple cider." UK said nothing but continued drinking.
"...Well?"
"Well what?" UK frowned, disliking the peace being disturbed.
"Aren't you going to eat my masterpiece?" America asked. toyed with the tray, admiring his handiwork. The Brit shrugged.
"Maybe." To tell you the truth, he was horrified at the thought of eating Buckingham Palace. To him, it was the equivalent of finally realizing he had indeed fallen. He was too attached to his memories, but like everything else, he also knew it was time to move on and start referring to himself as a nation like everyone else. He had a choice: Stay an empire even though he knew he was alone, or be himself. UK stared down at his cooling cup of tea. His decision was made before he even knew it.
"My baking's not that bad, isn't it?" America pouted. A smile crawled onto UK's face as he reached over and broke off a piece of the roof.
"No, I just wasn't hungry before."
"Oh well, good! It's tea time after all." UK lifted an eyebrow and chuckled.
"Idiot. Call next time or something."
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Re: 'He Won't Call My Name'
(Anonymous) 2009-01-18 04:32 am (UTC)(link)I-I'm so.. fdsgs omg yes over this. n_n!! Great job anon! Much love <3333
Re: 'He Won't Call My Name'
(Anonymous) 2009-01-18 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)sweet and slightly melancholy, great job anon.
Not Op but...
(Anonymous) 2009-01-31 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)