GerUk/GerEng Collection

Chamomile Tea

Germany and England were to spend the weekend sightseeing in London, but Germany comes down with a cold. England tries to make the best of it. 

    “Well, there goes today’s plans,” England grumbled to himself as he stared at the thermometer flashing red.

      “I’m fine!” Ludwig protested, standing up quickly from the couch. He wobbled a little, but England quickly moved behind him to help him regain his balance. 

     “You are running a fever, stuffed up and obviously off balanced. Please… just rest. We can relax today.”

     Ludwig was quiet for a moment, but eventually (and reluctantly), he agreed. England guided him back down on the couch. He moved over to the chair, pulling off the wool blanket that laid on top of it. He covered the sick German with it. “Now you lay here and I’ll go get you some tea.” Ludwig only nodded. It was pointless to argue with Brit, especially over something like this.

     England made his way to the kitchen And rummaged through his teas. “Hmm. I know I have some chamomile somewhere in here,” he mumbled to himself, “Ah, there it is!” He took out the box and grabbed the kettle.  

     “Hey Love, what do you take in your tea again?” England called as he poured out the tea. 

     “Just bring the sugar and milk into the living room, I can make that myself.”

     “Fine.” England took out a tray, placing the cups, sugar and milk on it. He took it into the living room, placing it gently onto the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. Germany sat up and went to take one of the cups, but England batted his hand away. “Tell me what you want and I’ll get it. Let me spoil you, God.” 

     Germany quickly moved his hand away and said, “okay, two sugars please.” England handed him the tea and then prepared his own. 

     “It’s chamomile. That should help you calm down,” the Brit teased. Ludwig only nodded as he took a sip.

     “It’s good. Danke.” 

      The two drank their tea in silence, cuddled up to each other. Both of them really enjoyed these moments, especially Germany. They didn’t need words or conversations to enjoy each other's company. All they needed was some tea, perhaps a book and, of course, each other.

     Germany was the first to speak, “sorry we couldn’t go out today.”

     “It’s fine love. You know I love to have these calm times with you. Where we can just lay like this with each other,” England said, snuggling further into Germany’s side. “Plus, anytime you have your hair like this, I will enjoy the experience.”

     Germany ran a hand through his blond hair that had became very messy and unkept. He was a little conscious after England’s last comment. England let out a small chuckle and placed his now empty tea cup down.“I’m sorry I flustered you, but It’s true. Anyway, are you done with that?” England asked, pointed to the cup in the German’s hand. Germany passed him the cup so England could bring everything to the kitchen. 

     After England had left, Germany laid back down on the couch. He pulled the blanket England gave him over himself. It was very warm and smelled of earl grey and a hint of rose. It smelled like England. The smell and feeling eventually lulled Germany to sleep. 

     When England returned to the living room, he found his boyfriend fast asleep on the couch. He smiled softly at the sight. He walked over to the chair beside the couch to read, but not without planting a soft kiss on Germany’s head. 

Note: Danke=Thank you in German