Maybe Tea Isn't That Bad...[EngNor]

Maybe Tea Isn't That Bad

Sylvi- Female Norway
Arthur- England

Goosebumps covered Sylvi's arms and legs as she pulled her beige wool blanket around her. Her usual hairstyle, a high bun, was abandoned due to the fact that when her wavy platinum blonde hair was down, it covered her neck and half of her back, keeping it warm.
To her side, her friend Arthur laid curled up, attempting to conserve body heat. Shivers ran through both of their bodies as they sat in silence, which was only broken by the sound of their teeth chattering and the howling of the blizzard outside.
Arthur broke the silence,
"There must be a better way of getting warm"
Sylvi looked up, unconsciously pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders,
"A working heater would be nice."
Arthur rolled his eyes, getting to his feet,
"That would help, but since the repairman isn't coming 'till tomorrow, we'll have to make due with something else warm."
Arthur looked at Sylvi,
"Any suggestions?"
"Drinks can be warm..."
Arthur gave a weird leap of joy, "Let's go make tea then!"
Sylvi scrunched her nose. "Tea is gross. Make coffee."
"Fine. I'll make you coffee, and I can have tea, but I'll only make you coffee if you come with me."
"Nope." Sylvi shook her head, crossing her arms, "Not movin'. Too cold."
"Ugh, I'll drag you there then"
"Do your worst you foul cold-loving demon."
And drag her he did.

When they arrived in the kitchen,((Arthur halfway dragging Sylvi, Sylvi crawling forward while trying to keep ahold of the warm blanket around her)) Arthur set to work, pouring water into a kettle and heating it up. Sylvi scrambled closer to the stove, hugging it in order to get warmth.
"If you're really that desperate for warmth, then why don't you go and buy a new heater?
"Shut up."
"Just saying"
Sylvi opened her mouth to make a snide comment, but was interrupted by a screaming wind, pounding against the windows, begging to get in.
She opted for silence.
A few moments passed, until the kettle began to screech. They both jumped at the sound, and Arthur quickly took it off the stove. Sylvi grumbled in protest as her main source of warmth was taken away.
"How dare you."
"Relax, you'll have coffee soon and you won't be cold anymore."
"Not soon enough..."
Arthur ignored this statement and began shuffling through the snack cabinet, pulling out quite the selection of teabags.
"Why do you even have tea if you don't drink it?" He inquired, looking down at Sylvi.
"They're for you..." Sylvi muttered, avoiding eye contact and twisting her hair between her fingers.
"Oh...Okay..."
He then reached back into the cabinet, snatching up the jar of coffee beans.Frowning, he squinted at it, as though he were confused "It's strangely light..."
He opened it and froze.
"Uh, Sylvi? We might have a problem."
Sylvi leaped to her feet, immediately concerned for her precious coffee beans, "What is it?!"
"There aren't anymore coffee beans..."
Sylvi's curious expression turned to one of distress,
"What!" She gasped, lunging upwards and snatching to jar from Arthur's hands, looking inside. When she finally looked up,Arthur saw that she was close to tears
"D-don't worry!" He tried to comfort her, "You can have tea instead!"
"I don't want your stupid tea! It's probably really nasty and just tastes like warm water!"
"You make it seem like you've never had tea before!"
"I haven't!"
"Then why are you against it?"
"Because it looks gross!"
Arthur yanked on his dirty blonde hair, a frustrated habit of his.
"Just try it!"
He poured some of the water into a cup and shoved a chamomile teabag into it, stirred it, then shoved it towards Sylvi,
"Here,try it."
"No way."
"Yes way!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!
"Yes way!"
"No way!"
"Okay."
"You git!"
Arthur put on his best puppy dog face "Come on, pleeeeease?"
Sylvi covered her eyes
"You're not gonna convince me!"
"Fine. I'll just be warm, and you can freeze."
Arthur took the cup and drank, warmth filling him as he emptied the cup.
"Wow, I'm not cold anymore!" He prompted
Arthur swore that he saw a flash of regret cross Sylvi's face for a moment,
"Whatever," she shivered "I'm going to bed."
Arthur shrugged "Your loss."
Sylvi didn't show any sign of hearing as she retreated to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Arthur decided that it was time for him to go to bed as well, and trudged back to where Sylvi had told him the leftover rooms were, ignoring the sound of chattering teeth coming from behind Sylvi's bedroom door. He chose the first door he came across, and opened it. The room was rather small, but he didn't mind. He didn't need much space. It took him less than five steps to arrive at the foot of the tiny light green bed and flop down on it.
A minute passed and he had already dropped away into a deep sleep.