One last kiss

poutine?

They sat in silence for what felt like hours, mexico looking at his feet tapping them on the floor, America looked at his phone furiously texting someone seemingly agitated, it feels like they were always being watched, he wouldn’t be surprised if they were being actively monitored for every action they made, like lab rats under animal testing or a reality TV show. Mexico felt like he’d never get another moment of privacy the entire trip, thank god they were leaving soon. He couldn’t stand another moment of being around America without feeling like something bad was about to happen.

“Maple offered to bring us poutine, do you want some?” America looked up at Mexico tapping him on the shoulder, making Mexico jump a little from the sudden touch.

“Yeah sure, I’m up for some.” Mexico didn’t know exactly who ‘maple’ was but presumed it was canada, it sounds like a cute nickname that America would make for someone, does he give nicknames to everyone he finds special, is that why he calls him mex? No, it couldn’t be they hate each other, it was probably made to spite him and make Mexico angry.

“Mex, can we talk, I don’t wanna eat in silence when our food gets here, we could just complain about our situation, and talk about how were going to find the people who trapped us in all the places we’ve been trapped in so far, because there’s no way any of this is coincidence.”

“Yeah, that’s the most intriguing part of this situation, how “coincidental” this whole situation is, there is no way someone didn’t plan this out, I just can’t really think of who it could be, well have to think about it more later, because a bunch of rumors and problems for two well known countries. And they should be punished for doing this, because its rude and problematic.”

“Mexi, we can worry about that later, when we get our poutine, how about you tell me more about those kids of yours?

“Why are you so interested in them? My kids aren’t an interesting subject.”

“Well yeah but, you seem to like them and have fun with them, so you must have some interesting stories to tell me, what else do we have to talk about other than our situation?”

Mexico sighed against the side of the couch before looking at America, he was already looking at Mexico, a moment of silence, they just stared into each other, but no longer in a hateful fashion, they acknowledged each other's presence and they lost all sight of what they were doing. America looked at Mexico's face. Mexico's expression had softened at the sight of America, and he was quite handsome when he wasn’t frowning. America looked at his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. How the loose hairs from his ponytail covered his face, his cheeks always had a dusty pink that became red when he was embarrassed, he’d seen it a million times, it had a charm to it. Well, to be honest most things Mexico did had a charm to them.

Mexico looked at America wondering what he looked like beneath those glasses, they had to be more than just for fashion, because he never took them off with people around. If he took them off when he was alone was a mystery to him, but he didn’t pry. Instead looking at his hair and how it sat on his face, he never really noticed how muscular america was, Mexico had never really payed attention to his features, sure his muscle was prominent, but it wasn’t in his face, he was toned just enough that if he flexed his muscles it’d be obvious how strong he was. His eyes landed back on his glasses before they slowly slipped down to his lips, he stared at them before America broke him out of his trance laughing.

“Like what you see mex?” America was laughing and Mexico realized what he did looking at the floor, his face red as beet. “No. I don’t actually. Just for that tease I’m not telling you about my kids.”
“What? Mex, you have to.” America whined pulling Mexico’s arm, acting like a toddler who didn’t get his way.

“Fine, what do you wanna know?” Mexico took out his phone, opening his gallery and his album of his kids' pictures.

“Well, for one, why is MIchoacan your favorite?” America took the phone and scrolled through them. They were adorable.

“It’s because she’s just enjoyable, her presence is refreshing, she accepts me, especially when I couldn’t accept myself. Michoacan helps me remember that there is hope, she’s called ´El Alma de Mexico´ for a reason you know.”

“That’s sweet mexico, I didn’t think you’d ever be the type to say stuff like that, or say anything at all honestly.”

“Yes, well, we rarely talked outside of business purposes until now.” Mexico bit his bottom lip biting off the skin leaving them raw and red. America watched his lips come out glistening with a thin layer of spit. He watched Mexico lick the spit off his lips. His tongue was a sharp red, thin, and it was split. It must have been part of his snake-like features. Mexico looked at America the entire time, his eyes looking into the dark void of his glasses. It was making America nervous, his leg bounced and he felt heat rise from his stomach…chest, neck, and finally his cheeks. The heat settled setting everything he knew about Mexico aflame. He seemed so much more endearing and attractive than before.

Mexico sat in confusion looking at the American staring into him. Seeing the heat rush to America's face. He stared in confusion before scooting away a little. Giving the American room.

"America…?" Mexico looked at him with more concern than usual. America covered his face and got off the couch. Giving Mexico back his phone before leaving back to his room. Mexico watched in silence. "That was a little weird." He shrugged off the encounter, taking out his phone and checking the time. Wow It was later than usual. A quiet knock came from the door. Mexico looked a little worried going over to it. He cracked the door open a little before realizing it was Canada.
"Ah, hello canada"

"O-oh uh, hi mexico. Is America around here?"

"No he's, um, in his room." Mexico opened the door a little bit more, being able to see Canada's figure. He was taller than mexico, he held the small containers with poutine. Mexico obviously had been staring for too long catching Canada's eye.
"Mexico?" Canada looked at him
Holding the container. "Well tell stars I said hi, I have to go. But make sure he bundles up when he goes home. It's supposed to snow a lot." Canada handed poutine to Mexico. He gave Canada a small nod before closing the door as Canada left.

Mexico took the container to America's
room and knocked on the door. A loud rustling came from behind the door and he was confused. loud huffs came from the room. Mexico knocked on the door louder. Before opening the door he looked away immediately after he saw what America was doing.

"SHIT." Mexico yelled before he tossed one of the containers on the bed before closing the door. His face flushed. He walked out into the living room.
'Did I just walk in on America masterbating?' he internally panicked before his face flushed more. The noises he made and the painted look on his face. He immediately felt disgusted in the thoughts that bubbled up into his mind. He wasn't gay, he didn't even like america. He was a bitch. And he was probably jerking off to a picture of himself…