Black Coffee :|: America x Russia :|: Countryhumans

Act II, Chapter Forty

"What are you doing in the closet?"

"I think you mean why am I back in the closet?"

"My question still stands."

America warily looked side to side, barely poking his head out of the wardrobe.

"I'm trying to avoid Bri-" America sighed as he stopped himself. "Dad."

Russia raised an eyebrow, his loose grip on the neck of his tequila bottle tightening as he thought. Due to the vodka ban from his father he had to dig into the stuff everyone brought over, and the strongest stuff he could find was this tequila Canada claimed Mexico gave him as a gift.

"And why is that?"

America gulped, looking down guilty, "He's worried about me and I don't like it."

Instead of asking why, Russia just gave him a patient sigh and stuck out a red hand to the smaller country, making America look up at him confused.

"Come on."

A frown tugged at the striped country's lips, "Wha? What are you talking about?"

"Look, do you wanna stay in a dusty old closet waiting for Britain to possibly find you or sleep in your room?" Russia grumbled.

"I thknk you mean our room," America chuckled, taking Russia's outstretched hand.

Russia just laughed breathily as he lead them back to the room, the slightest trace of a blush on his blue cheeks.

Once they reached their room, Russia clicked the door open, skulling the rest of his bottle and dumping it in a trash can by the door, making America snicker.

"You're such an alcoholic. Are you even drunk?"

Russia just winked at him and shot him a charming pair of fingerguns, "Barley even tipsy, baby."

America snorted, covering his mouth with his hand as he muffed the noises, "Uh huh, suuuuuuuuuuureeeeee!"

The two collapsed onto the bed, America snuggling into a pillow and Russia stretching across the bed, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.

They laid in comfortable silence for a little while, Russia almost lulled asleep by the rhythmic breathing of America before a thought began nagging at him.

"Hey America?" Russia called softly.

A groan.

"You awake?"

"I am now," sighed the country next to him. "What's up?"

"I was just wondering..." Russia's cheeks reddened as he realised the gravity of his question.

"...last night, why didn't we...y'know..."

"Have sex?" America chuckled at the country's flusteted hesitance.

Russia swallowed, suddenly regretting every decision he had ever made up to that point, "Y-yea."

America stretched slightly with a yawn, "I wad suuuuuuuuuuper drunk man. Like out of it drunk. Then when you dropped me on the bed and we just broke down into giggles at how dumb we were being...and you half laid on me with that cute, drunk look on your face...with your eyes squeezed shut and your adorable laugh filling the room..."

He sighed.

"I knew I couldn't ruin that."

Russia sat up, looking down at America confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship," America explained solemnly as he sat up as well. "Nor did I want to take advantage of you, you were too drunk to consent to anything properly. And I know you would never do it but...but I didn't want you to just get what you wanted and no longer need me..."