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

Act IV, Chapter Forty-Nine

Yo, apparently my book is number 1 in rusame??? THATS SO DOPE :DDD

I was gonna do another cutesy one off for that but then I decided.

No.

How bout you all suffer some more?

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"You know me, always love a good movie night!"

"Of course! Aaaaaaand, I have your favourite~"

"Snickers!!" America cheered, grabbing the packet of small bars and hugging it to his chest.

"Hey, no fair!" Giggled Vietnam, pulling it back. "Sharing is caring, you know."

"Psssh, communist propaganda."

The two laughed and Vietnam snuggled next to America, opening the packet and pouring some of the bars into a plastic bowl.

"Ooooo, classy~" America teased.

"Only the best for my boyfriend," Vietnam cooed, unwrapping one and popping it into his mouth.

America chuckled and reciprocated, chewing on the delicious treat before swallowing.

"So, what did you wanna watch?"

"I was thinking maybe some horror movies? I haven't seen a good one in ages," Vietnam complained, snuggling closer to America.

He hummed in reply, grabbing the remote and flicking through Netflix, "Yea, there's not a lot of good options here. A lot of the movies on here are like student films."

Vietnam giggled, "Alright, how about a romance then?"

America forced a grin, "Sounds good to me!"

They flicked through the movies on Vietnam's TV and finally came across one that seemed palatable. America chose it and they settled in to watch some cheesy romance, occasionally opening more Snickers bars.

"I can't believe I can't eat those," Morning whimpered, desperately trying to grab one to no avail - her hand just kept phasing through the damn thing!

Sucks to suck~

Morning scolded at him and went back to clawing at the packet, even getting under Vietnam's coffee table and reaching her hand through it, as if that would help.

About at the end of the movie, the main characters finally kissed in a dramatic scene with rain, music you'd probably hear in a church, the works.

Vietnam looked over to America (who had finished all the Snickers to Morning's dismay) and slowly moved into his lap. America's eyes went wide and his protected gaze darted over to Morning who looked just as confused. Vietnam wrapped his arms around America's neck and twirled some of his hair in his fingers, making America swallow and gingerly put his hands on Vietnam's waist.

Vietnam leaned in and closed his eyes, pressing his lips to America's. America tensed, waiting for the onslaught of emotion and feeling and fire he had always felt with Russia. But...

Nothing.

America felt...

Nothing.

Not a single firework, not a single spark, none of the sweet tingle of electricity he yearned for from Russia's kisses.

Just.

Nothing.

Alright, that settles it.