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|"aint England just a tea loving angel?" said no one ever ;-;|

{Readers P.O.V kinda 3rd P.O.V}

They had all entered the school, America ranting about some dumb guy that flirted with him- no one was really paying attention. Instead, Canada had just blankly stared at him with lazy eyes, occasionally nodding and agreeing.
There was a heated argument between England and Mexico about which should you put first- the tea, or the milk. A truly controversial question. The girl glanced at England. "Ey, England! Wanna grab a cuppa? All this talk of tea is making me thirsty!" He nodded, fixing his tie and winter coat, even though it was only raining. He walked backwards and turned around to face you.
" 'Es goooooo!" She loved his energy. He kept a composed appearance and sophisticated stereotype, like his forefathers taught him, but once you got close with him he'd let loose. He was really more laid back than a pillow. More energetic and much more of a clown then America, and that's something. His eyes shined a snowy white, hinting the 'amazing weather' his country had.

Y/n smiled as he ran towards the cafeteria and grabbed a cup. He looked back at her and jerked his head up, like he was asking her if she wanted one without talking. She nodded and he straightened his back and rested his arms behind him. He turned back 'round with the swift movement of his heel and walked formally to the cook.

She noticed he was talking to the cooks - asking them. Eventually England returned slumping and tossed the cup back onto the rack. Y/n looked up at him. "Wassup big guy...?" She looked worried.

"They said n o."
As soon as she was about to rant a familiar Irish accent came along singing 'drunken sailor'. England perked up. "Brother? Is that you?" Ireland peeped around the door. "Yehr it's me! What ya doin' here?"
The formal country frowned. "Tea. Couldn't get it." He grumbled.
The girl just sat on the floor, watching from the sidelines as potential chaos began to unfold, while England's two younger brothers came in. Scotland, and Wales.

As the bell rang an hour later and the brothers scattered throughout the school towards their morning classes, leaving Y/n with England. She started to study his features instead of heading to class.

His pale white fingers wrapped around his phone, his face neutral. His hair was a soft brown and really soft - like REAL SOFT. It was ruffled and loosely laid on his face as opposed to his formal slicked back look. He wore a grey jumper looking blouse (whatever the f*ck it's called) with a white polo shirt tucked neatly into his  black baggy jeans. The tie was red - like the cross on his flag-face (;-;). His jacket was really big.

Like.
Real big.

It could fit a person and a child. His excuse for wearing such a large jacket was that he could keep it for a long time. He was right.
He had that jacket since he was 15.
He is 20 now.
Just think about that for a while and wonder why you haven't done that yet. Y e t.

He had a 'stiff upper lip' adding to the semi-serious appearance. 
After 15 minutes of staring at him he began to question why he was friends with the girl. "Uhh... Hello...?" His eyes nervously darted around.

Y/n shook her head and snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah! Sorry! We should probably head to class now." She scrambled to grab and her things and head to class, leaving a smirking England behind.
Had he noticed the flustered aura around you?
I dunno, but he found it a little cute.

Guess who's back, back again. I know it's ironic to post a chapter soon after a I posted one on my other story, and soon after the previous chapter.  Eh who cares. Stay safe peeps!
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