RUSAME - one shots

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 (part i)

"Hey."

Not you again.  Russia had just barely escaped from the party out into the cool evening unnoticed.  He made a valiant effort to pretend he hadn't heard.

"HEY!"  Russia's eye twitched as America slammed a hand down on his shoulder, trotting to catch up.  "Hey hey hey!  Are you gonna finish that?"

"This?"  Rus half-lifted the tall bottle of medical-grade vodka in his hand, brows raised.  "This that I am drinking right now?"

"That's the one."

Leave it to America.  Rus's irritated expression reflected twice in the dark lenses of Ame's stupid sunglasses, perched above an expectant grin.

"You want to try it?" Russia asked before he could stop himself.  "You think you will like it?"

"Yeah," Ame scoffed, making a grab for it, but Russia held it out of reach and leaned sardonically closer.

"You think you can handle it?"

"Wh—" America pushed his sunglasses up into his hair as Russia chuckled blackly and pressed the bottle to his mouth once more.  "What's that supposed to mean?  Huh?"

"I think you heard me."

"Alright, that's it.  Give it here, commie."  Ame swiped for the vodka, and Rus let him take it, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head.  Ame held the bottle in both hands, squinting at the Cyrillic on the label.  "What's in this stuff, anyway?"  

Was Rus imagining the iota of hesitation in his voice?  "What is it to you, eh?  Not being able to read never stopped you before."

"Ha!"  Ame deep-throated the bottle neck, threw his head back, and promptly choked.  Stumbling backwards, eyes huge and watering, he retched, swiping the sleeve of his jacket furiously across his mouth.  "What the— what the hell," he managed as Rus burst out laughing.  Ame sputtered and hacked until Rus thumped him on the back with a fist that nearly sent him flying.  "Is that battery acid?  You drink that for fun?  I don't— is something wrong with you?"

Rus was laughing too hard to answer, nearly doubled over.  "Had better go for the champagne next time," he wheezed, and broke down again.  Ame was attempting to check his tongue for burns, eyes still streaming.

"It's not funny, you bastard," he rasped, and Rus swiped the bottle again.

"No, is not.  See how much you wasted," he replied, nodding at the puddle on the ground, chuckling still. He should have filmed that.

"I promise you I swallowed some," Ame said weakly, and didn't even make a semen joke.