England sniffed, and looked up from his newspaper. "Alfred " America turned his head from the coffee shop window, which he'd been people-watching out of, to look at him.
" England paused, puzzled, and sniffed the air again. "Is that
" He set his paper down, leaning over the table to smell the steam rising from America's paper cup. "Is that tea?" he finally asked, craning his neck to look up at America in awe.
"Why yes it is, Artie!" America said brightly, and then took a sip from his cup. England sat up gaping.
"Since when do you drink tea?" he asked, utterly aghast. "You haven't touched the stuff since before
" England trailed off and cleared his throat. "In ages. Why the sudden change of heart?"
"I dunno," America said through another slurp of tea, shrugging. "Starbucks makes a really good cuppa?"
"It does?" England looked dubiously around the interior of the coffee shop, which was far too dimly lit and full of young ruffi