Countryhumans One shots! (cause shipping is cute)

Alcohol only speaks truth (Amerus pt 1)

Warnings: Small mention of suicidal ideas- just some sentences, nothing big- Also, Russia being drunk and a dummy...
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It was a mess.

It all had started as a reunion made by UN in order to lower the tensions between some countries and probably evading another world war. The invitations had been clear. It was mandatory to assist.

Of course America had tried everything to avoid the meeting. Offering more money for UN hadn't worked and threatening him neither. UN seemed so tired of his attempts of evading the party, that he had sent his husband EU to deal with him. Of course the European Union had just sent him home with a scowl.

So, at the end, America had decided to come, sit with his family and ignore every country he hated.

At the beginning everything had been ok... Even boring... But in a matter of two hours the calm reunion had been turned into a god-damn party.

The lights were almost turned off, there was music blasting from one side of the room and someone had discovered the entrance to EU's wine cellar. He had tried to look for the two organizations and tell them about their house being completely wrecked, but they were nowhere in sight.

He sighed, getting up and trying to avoid a drunk Canada obviously trying to flirt with a smaller country.

He rolled his eyes, adjusting his sunglasses and trying to find the balcony. He really needed to breathe a little bit. He finally walked outside when he found it, taking out his phone and trying to send a text to the organizations couple.

He got no response.

He groaned, loosening his tie and opening the jacket of his dark blue suit. He looked at the watch on his wrist, cursing when he saw that he had two more hours until he was allowed to leave.

He jumped when someone made his way in the balcony, obviously drunk. He turned around and rolled his eyes. He could recognize the tall country everywhere, Russia.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He said with a threatening voice.

Russia just walked, stumbling to his side.

America almost had a heart attack when the other tripped over the Balcony, grabbing him immediately by his coat and pulling him back.

"What the-?!? Did you walk here to commit suicide or what?!?" The american almost screamed.

"I wouldn't kill maself like that... too messy" Russia said, his accent strong because of the alcohol and his words mixing together.

"What?" America said at a loss of words.

Russia smiled as if he wasn't talking about a pretty dark subject.

"I've thought 'bout it... I'd drown maself, r something like that"

America groaned.

"Your drunk"

"And you're hot" the Russian retorted with no shame on his voice.

"Wha-"

"But you're dumb" Russia continued without a care in the world.

America just took a step on his side making distance between his sworn enemy and him.

"First you talk about suicide, then about me being hot and now you're insulting me. What the heck is wrong with you?"

Russia just laughed, something light on his voice. "I would say list is long..."