Kyle had just settled into the couch with his cup of cocoa when Alfred sat down with a hot mug of...

"America, are you drinking holiday tea?"

"Oh, shut up!"

Australia laughed so hard. "YOU STILL DRINK TEA?!"

"I have a particular craving for mint tea at Christmas, okay?! Don't judge me!"

"Oh, you're being judged whether you like it or not. So, what do you do when summer comes along?"

"To be fair, England claims iced tea is an 'abomination' and 'not real tea', so it doesn't count."

"Yeah, 'cause England makes 'real tea'. China would disagree. And India, and everyone in that area of the world."

"You got to live with Hong Kong for a few years. Did he make 'real tea'?"

"Yep, and you can bet your balls it was better than what England made."

"Not hard to bet. Tea is the only thing England is capable of making without setting things on fire."

Kyle laughed, taking a sip of the cocoa. It was perfect. Milk and Nesquik, heated in the microwave to perfection. He leaned against Alfred, and Alfred chuckled.

"What?"

"You've got a cocoa mustache. It looks nice!"

Kyle nearly shoved America off the sofa. "Fuck you too!"

But Alfred grabbed his mug before he could object, setting it down on the nearby coffee table before bringing their lips crashing together.

Kyle could taste mint on Alfred's lips, and Alfred tasted chocolate.

Soon, their hot drinks had been abandoned in favor of fully fledged making out.

And when Alfred had to dump the now cold drinks the next morning, he couldn't bring himself to care.