Alfred and Matthew were at Arthur's house for some “family bonding” with Arthur and some other colonies.
Alfred was looking through Arthur's cupboard looking for coffee for him to drink. Sadly his efforts seemed fruitless.
“An empire so big that ‘the sun never sets on it’, but not a single drop of coffee to fucking drink?” he asked aloud.
Matthew who was at the table eating breakfast looked up at him. “Arthur hates coffee” he said simply.
Alfred threw his hands in the air just as Jett and Toby walked in. “He hated children too, but he had plenty of us”
“Preach” Toby said, yawning, still tired from just waking up.
“Here” Jett said tossing Alfred q bag of coffee grains, “Francis just gave it to me knowing how much we all rely on caffeine and how Arthur only has tea.” He watched as Alfred finally started making coffee of which he made enough for everyone in the kitchen at the time and more for those who would come down later on.
They all sat around the table with coffee in one hand and their food in the other and god dammit they needed it after just coming back from multiple hours of flight to come over to England.
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The North American Trio
FanfictionA series of one-shots about The North American Trio (America, Canada, and Mexico) Will occasionally have Greenland and other countries from the Americas.
