Tea in the Harbour

Hot Tea

Here's the first chapter. I hope the minority of Hetalia fans that "ship" this enjoy. Thanks for reading. ////////////// 

I jumped up at the knock on my hotel door. Fumbling for my wallet, I ran to answer the girl who called herself "Hot Tea." Or maybe it was the pizza man coming early. 

She, Hot Tea, not the pizza man, was standing on the welcome mat to my flat. "Uh, hi," I said lamely. I'd never had a prostitute before, so I wasn't really sure how to treat her. She was wearing a bunny costume, and I was wearing my fuzzy pyjamas with a coffee stain on the legs. In hindsight, I probably could've worn something else.

"Hot Tea" was bouncing impatiently in front of me. Raising a thick eyebrow, she asked, "Amelia, right?" She had an English accent. That was pretty cool.

"Yeah, heh, that's my name." I chuckled awkwardly, tugging at my shirt sleeve. The tea girl seemed unimpressed, but, hey, she was the one getting paid.

"Do I come in, or..?" Her eyes shifted slightly to my hands.

"Right!," I squeaked, stepping to the side. "Just, um, make yourself comfortable. I ordered pizza." I scratched the back of my neck anxiously as she hesitantly walked into the house.

Shutting the door behind her, I slowly breathed in and out. There was just a super hot girl in my apartment because I was paying her to be... and we'd eat pizza together. It would all be good.

"Um, I'm Amelia," I declared. She frowned. "I know," she mumbled. She ran her fingers through her hair, probably pondering about something intensely, while I was standing like a giraffe in the kitchen. I couldn't even make a good conversation with the girl I was paying to be with me.

She cleared her throat. "You do, er, know what I'm doing..?" She had taken off her bunny ears and was holding them in her tiny hands. I blushed.

"N-No, that's not why I brought you here..!" I stammered. Before Hot Tea could say anything else I continued, "I just thought we could, like, talk or something. I'll still pay you..!"

She opened her mouth and then closed it, like a fish does. ...But she would be a cute British fish, so I didn't think she was weird or anything. Then I wondered what British fish looked like. They were probably really white or had blue stripes or something. "Hey, what do British fish look like?," I asked out loud. 

She turned to face me, freckles and nose scrunched up on her face. "You are so bloody thick," she hissed. I frowned. I didn't think I was that stupid. "Wha-" "No," she interrupted. "Call your friends over. I'm not doing this." She grabbed her ears and walked towards the door.

"Please," I begged. "I'll give you extra or something. Come on, you have to see people way weirder than me all the time, right? I don't understand what harm could come from just talking."

Hot Tea turned around slowly "Have you forgotten what my job is? I'm not even supposed to state my name. Why would I talk with you?," she questioned sternly. We'd probably be friends if she wasn't a prostitute. ...Or, maybe not. Probably not.

I grinned. "'Cuz you're getting paid and I have no friends," I cheered. "I'm also from out of town, so, I won't tell anybody anything or whatever." She crossed her arms. "Um..." I continued. "I'll also make tea for you since you're from England." 

At this she scoffed, shaking her head. "I can't believe you," she groaned. Hesitantly, she set the ears she was holding on to the counter. "Fine," she coughed. Hot Tea walked over to my couch and sat, crossing her legs. "I'm only doing this for the money," she reminded me. Like I  needed to be reminded. Back in high school, I hadn't even been able to get a prom date with cash. That's how unlikable I was.