is making use of this one empty house because it's owner seems to like being out annoying people. Though he had one complaint, Iceland had--
--nothing to eat here. Iceland sucked.
has just arrived home, pulling off his boots after stepping in the door. He easily sits himself on his sofa, lightly yawning and pulling off
his gloves.
heard Iceland come in and will just stay in the kitchen then... he finally found some old stale crackers. He will not eat this.
is not going in there...'cause he's not hungry.
does not think Iceland will be coming in here if he got hungry. Unless he liked stale crackers.
is going to be stupid and sit when someone is in his house without his knowledge.
thinks Iceland is stupid since he does not seem to notice him. Then again he did not make it obvious he was there.
is just going to continue to sit...and eventually read.
will at some point get bored. And simply walk out and head towards the door. This place was kind of boring anyway.
blinks up from whatever the hell he is reading, only then to try to keep his cool and look back down. "Not even staying for coffee?"
was about to reach for the doorknob. "You're out of coffee. Unless you plan to serve imaginary coffee... but to be honest I am not into--
--playing pretend."
"Then leave. I have nothing for you that's even mildly interesting."
"Okay." He was about to that, he only stopped because Iceland spoke to him. If Iceland felt that way he should have allowed him to be on--
--his way from the beginning. "You know we could always have tea."
freezes for a moment, wondering if he is joking. He typically never drinks tea, but just the offer... "Oh?"
has some tea bags. If Iceland doesn't mind they were in his pocket then they could make tea... and eat stale crackers he guesses.
is not aware of that, however. He closes his book. "Hn...Okay."
has tea bags out and he holds them out towards Iceland. Of course Iceland should be the one to make the tea.
guesses it cannot be hard. He gets up and takes the tea bags from Hong Kong and goes to the kitchen to tend to...that.
will follow him. Not because he does not think Iceland is not capable of making tea, he would rather keep his eyes on the guy.
is not going to put anything that will kill either of them in the tea. If he wanted to kill Hong Kong, he would do it directly. But with
China being his mommy, that just wasn't a bright idea. So he sets the kettle on the stove and stuff.
did not think Iceland would try that again but that did not mean he could not try to make him miserable. Which is why he is here, still he--
--had hoped to have the place to himself. "Your brother is going to kill me."
pulls out one mug. He is not in the mood for tea, really. If he feels special enough, maybe he will have water from the faucet. "Why?"
will not comment on that if Iceland decides to do such a thing. But in all honesty he did not trust water from any faucet. "Hm. Probably--
--because I stuck a relatives of his in England's fridge."
is just not going to tell him where the water of the in the kettle came from. "Hn. There are worse places than the fridge."
doesn't care if it has been boiled. "Right. Next time I shall place you on Mr. England's bed."
[and I needs to pay attention to meh Mr. and Ms.s and /shot]
( /unshoots )
turns off the stove, furrowing his brow. "Just...stop talking."
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stops talking then. He can just stare at Iceland's head he guesses.
carefully pours the water into the mug, though not all of it makes it. He does not bother with that, sticking the teabag in. "...Sugar?" he
asks.
shakes his head slowly. "It will be fine without it."
hands him the mug. "Here."
takes the mug. "Thanks... I guess." He kind of looks at it. Was he suppose to drink hot water? Iceland sucked at this.
does not know anything about preparing tea, so that is Hong Kong's though luck.
kind of just holds that mug. After a moment he speaks up. "The tea bag please."
put one in already...but, whatever. He gives Hong Kong another one.
feels sorry for Iceland's mortal soul.