Hetalia oneshots

Tea -HongIce

A/N: fileeeeh asked for this ages ago and I finally finished it!  I’m sorry it took so long, but…well, you probably know what happened.

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                “So?  How is it?”

                Iceland frowned at the screen of his laptop, which showed the smiling face of an Asian boy.  Before answering, he took another sip from the warm mug in his hands.  The tea was flowery and sweet, somehow reminiscent of its country of origin.

                “It’s good,” he admitted finally.

                Hong Kong beamed, looking happier than Iceland deemed necessary for the situation.

                “Good,” Hong Kong replied cheerfully, “Now I can keep you warm even when I’m not there.”

                Iceland blushed, uncomfortable with the slightest hint of affection—as usual.  “Thanks, but it’s not the same thing,” he grumbled, trying not to let on how the other’s comment had affected him.  He set his mug of tea aside.

                He knew he’d said the wrong thing when he finally glanced up, only to see his long-distance boyfriend smirking.  He glared, hoping Hong Kong wasn’t about the say something else that would set his cheeks on fire.  He was out of luck.

                “Are you saying you’d rather have me there?” the brunet teased, leaning closer to the screen.

                “No!” Iceland snapped, feeling his face light up again, “sh-shut up; that’s not what I meant at all!”

                Hong Kong continued to smirk until something on his end seemed to catch his attention.  His expression fell and he swore under his breath.  Iceland realized what was going on moments before China stepped into the range of Hong Kong’s webcam.

                The older Asian man looked tired and irritated.  He frowned at his younger brother, who pretended not to notice him.  The situation dragged on; Iceland glanced between the two Nations on his screen, feeling the discomfort from the other end seep into his room.

                Finally, China snapped.  He shouted something at Hong Kong.  With the lessons in Chinese that his boyfriend had been giving him, Iceland was able to understand part of it as an angry “It’s two o’clock!”

                Hong Kong apologized noncommittally, but China apparently pushed the matter.  Finally, Hong Kong seemed to relent.  China relaxed and flashed a tired smile at Iceland across the connection.

                “Sorry, aru,” he told the Nordic boy, “Have a good night.”

                Hong Kong waited until China left the room before turning back to Iceland.

                “Unfortunately, he’s right,” the boy admitted.

                “Maybe if you got more sleep, you wouldn’t be so weird,” Iceland teased gruffly.  Hong Kong’s answer was an indulgent smile.

                “Good night,” he told Iceland, his voice dropping to a softer, tenderer tone, “I love you.”

                “Good night!” Iceland replied loudly, ending the call.

                He sat still for a moment, simply staring at the white screen of their chat.  There were messages from earlier that day, but the last few hours they’d been in call instead.

                Gnawing on his lower lip, Iceland tapped the keys lightly, thinking.  Finally, he committed and typed a quick, “I love you too.”

                Without waiting for an answer, he quickly shut his laptop.  He didn’t move for another moment, blushing but smiling all the same.