Dispute | Countryhumans AU | RusAme/AmeRus

9

"Take your pick," America said nonchalantly, eyeing the rack of glass bottles in front of him. Glass clinked against each other as Russia turned the bottles to look at the labels. He finally picked up a bottle and passed it to America. "Stolichnaya vodka? Это хорошо (Is it good)?"

"Да (Yes)," Russia confirmed. "Take two, then," America replied, grabbing another bottle. "Do your siblings drink this too?"

"Bela, yes— a little— Uki and Kaz... I'm not too sure. Kaz drinks, but not as much as me, Bela and Uki," Russia frowned. "Bela prefers Krambambula though."

"Okay," America said, putting the two bottles of vodka into a basket. "Let's see... Krambambula... here" He reached to take a bottle from the shelf.

"I think I've seen Uki drink this on multiple occasions," Russia murmured, picking up a bottle of Nemiroff horilka and returning one bottle of vodka.

"Alright, I think we're done here. I'll just grab some beer for me and my siblings," America declared. "Вы хотите что-нибудь еще (Do you want anything else)?"

"Нет, я в порядке (No, I'm fine)," Russia responded, carrying the basket. "I can carry the basket, it's alright." America said, trying to take the basket from Russia. "You're buying drinks for everyone, this is the least I can do." Russia refused, heading for the counter.

"Alright then," America huffed, taking his credit card and ID out. He paid for the alcohol and they left with no issues. "Where's your siblings' dorm?" Russia asked.

"It's on the same block as ours, but a few levels below ours," America answered. "Just follow me, we're almost there." They took an elevator up the building and turned left, walking to the end of the corridor.

America knocked on a door and Canada opened the door almost instantly. The two brothers embraced each other with a thump on the back and big grins. "We were waiting for you! I brought some pizza."

"Hawaiian pizza?" America guessed. Canada chuckled mischievously. "Yes. Hey, Russia, come in."

America guffawed. "If Italy was here, he'd be trying to assassinate you. Remember that time you had a fistfight with Italy over pineapple on pizza?"

"Of course," Canada said. "Maman gave me a dressing down about fighting with classmates that day after the teacher called home about it." Russia couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't know you're the type to get into a physical fight."

"Yeah, well, it happened." Canada shrugged as Australia and New Zealand came up to greet them. "We cleaned our dorm for today, so don't think we're always this neat," New Zealand joked. "Yeah, it was tough work." Australia chipped in, groaning.

"Well, it would have been easier to clean if you guys kept it neat everyday," Canada reasoned. "Shut up, weed man," Australia snickered. "Take that back— that's a maple leaf on my flag-" Canada growled. "Uh huh," New Zealand smirked.

Russia and America left them to their bickering to meet the other people present. "こんにちはアメリカくん (Hello America-kun)!" Japan waved, greeting America with a casual nod of her head. America returned the gesture. Then she turned to Russia. "Nice to meet you, Russia-kun."

"Err... hey Japan," Russia responded awkwardly, ducking his head. Japan smiled and returned to her conversation with South Korea. North Korea was loitering nearby with a red plastic cup in his hand, unsure of what to do.

"Северная Корея (North Korea)," Russia said, acknowledging the country. "...러시아 (Russia)..." the Korean returned slowly. "I thought you didn't like hanging out in big groups," Russia commented. "I don't," North Korea muttered, with a scowl. "South dragged me out, what a big extrovert."