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It was raining. Now this wouldn't come as a surprise to most people, this being England after all, but in truth, it hadn't really rained in quite a while. Really rained as in raining cats and dogs, bucketing down, torrential downpour, just as the weather was doing now. Not just light showers that barely required an umbrella.
Noticing the extra sound, England looked up from his work to the window and smiled. 'Yes,' he thought, 'why not?' His work was almost done and didn't really need to be completed for a few more days at least. He was on his own, no loud-mouth American, ghost-like Canadian or annoying Frog visiting him. Just him. Perfect.
Still smiling, England saved his work before shutting down his computer. There was a long window seat in his office scattered with cushions with a lovely view of his garden. It was big enough for a person to lay down on, if one so desired, defiantly big enough for Arthur to be able to curl up on. Silently, he pulled a small table over towards it, making sure it would be within reach when he sat down. Satisfied, he left the room, making his way to his kitchen. Once there he put the kettle on after filling it with water. He loved his little electric kettle and simply didn't understand how a nation that claimed to be so technically advanced like America could still stand to use a stove kettle. It took far to long to boil water in his opinion, might as well just boil it in a pan. That might be part of the reason the American was always drinking coffee, he was rather impatient after all.
While waiting for the kettle, Arthur set out his everyday teapot with a pokadot motif, a cup and saucer with Union Jack motifs, a small plain white plate and milk onto the counter. The plate he filled up with biscuits from a selection he kept in his cupboard. At the back, so they were harder for a certain Canadian with a sweet tooth to find. He would take the entire packet, but he had a terrible habit of accidentally eating them all if he did that. Once the water was boiled, he poured it into the teapot and added two teabags from the jar on the counter. One for him and one for the pot. Next he added some milk and a little sugar before stirring it. Usually, he would have a small milk jug and sugar pot and add their contents to his cup each time he poured the tea, but he didn't want to be bothered with that. Not tonight. He replaced the milk in the fridge and pulled out a tray from a cupboard. The tray was just large enough to fit all his items on it, covering up the picture of a young girl outside a cottage, grasping the wooden handles, he slowly made his way back up to his study.
After placing the tray on the table, he went to his bedroom to find extra cushions, pillows and a blanket. After a quick search, he found what he was looking for and carried them back with him. A short stop at his library for a book and he was soon back with his rather large bundle. Working swiftly, with well practiced movements, he made himself a nest with the cushions already there and the extras and pillows he had brought with him. He turned off the main light and turned on a small reading lamp he had just for these kind of occasions before settling himself down. He poured himself a cup of tea, opened the window slightly and picked up his book. And that was where he stayed for the rest of the night, drinking tea, reading, occasionally dipping a biscuit into his tea but most importantly, listening to the melody of the wind and rain falling before gradually falling asleep.
In the morning, he awakened to bright blue skies. Well rested, despite his impromptu bed. After emerging from his nest, he tidied up and prepared himself for another day, looking forward to when he could do the same again.
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