SS - Merry Christmas, Git

It was Christmas morning in England and England himself was already up and about. He had a cup of tea in a rather festive tea cup and was sitting in his favourite armchair, enjoying some classical Christmas music. He had already given and received cards from all the people running his government and as per custom was given the day off. He didn't really have any presents to give anyone and nor did he really expect any from anyone else.

Well... He did buy a present for one person, but he just didn't have the courage to give it. He sighed and continued sipping his tea when unexpectedly, someone knocked on his door. Wondering who it could be, England put down his tea and walked over to the front door. He opened it and was surprised at who he saw.

"Hey, Iggy! I came to say Merry Christmas!" said America as he walked right past England into his house. He put down the bag he had been carrying and pulled off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

It took a minute for England to process all this. "Hey, wait you bloody git! What do you think you're doing marching into someone's home like that?"

"Well, it's your house so it should be okay, right?"

England was stunned. All he could do was face-palm and just let him in. Hey, perhaps he could find the courage to give America his gift! The two of them walked back to the living room and sat down. "Would you like some tea?" England offered.

"Nah, I think I'll pass," America said making himself comfortable in a chair.

"By the way, where's Canada?" England asked, actually remembering the normally unnoticed nation.

"Dunno. I think he's with that albino, Prussia."

"Ah."

Things went quiet. England was nearly finished his tea before he broke it. "So, did you come here for a reason or not?"

America's eyes widened as if he just remembered something. "Oh yeah! I got you a Christmas gift!"
He exclaimed as he ran back out to the hall and picked up the bag he had put down earlier. He came running back and stood in front of England while he pulled out a brightly coloured wrapped box out of the bag and handed it to England.

England's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he took the box and muttered a thank you. He began unwrapping the gift and pulled the lid off the box. "It's... the tea set I've been wanting." He looked back up at America with a large-ish smile on his face. "Thank you very much, America!"

America scratched the side of his face with a finger and said, "I thought you'd like it. Did you get anything for me?"

"Why would you think that, you git?" England immediately responded. Shit... I didn't mean to say that... he thought.

America looked hurt. "Oh, I see. Okay then. I thought that since, you know, we're close and all that you'd have a present for me. Guess I was wrong," he said as he turned to leave. He walked over to the door, pulled on his coat and left the house.

England, feeling absolutely terrible, grabbed America's present from its hiding place and ran to the front door, opened it and chucked the wrapped box at America. "Merry Christmas, you git!" England said, standing in the doorway.

America caught the gift and smiled at England. "Merry Christmas, Iggy."