Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬 // ❝𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑽❞

Evenings with Canada, for America, were more bittersweet than anything.
Big distances with heavy, heavier, wounds and yet one of them had always made their way back.

𝑊𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑇𝑂𝑁, 𝐷. 𝐶. , 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐷𝐴𝑌, 𝑆𝐸𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅 25, 1972

He watched his brother inhale another line as he himself took a sip from his glass. It was too messy for him but Canada didn't seem to mind. In fact, it helped him relax and communicate better with America sometimes, which America found upsetting.

"You better there big boy?" He smirked.

Canada sniffed. "So much better."

"You need to cease this habit of yours, you know."

Canada untied and tied his hair back into a small ponytail once more. "Only when you cease your alcoholism."

America hummed behind his glass. "I just enjoy a sip here and there."

"Right. And I enjoy a line here and there. It's just as you make it out to be."

America chuckled. He checked the time, sipping again. "If you say so, big boy."

"You're checking the time." Canada pointed out, leaning back. "Again."

He certainly noticed. Of course, he had noticed. Canada always had a keen eye; it was part of his upbringing. He was born—no, raised—to observe, not to speak. Substances only helped him with the latter.

America hummed in agreement. "I'll be taking Russia from the airport."

With the mention of the name, Canada soured his face. "Again?"

America smiled. "Again."

"I don't trust that boy."

America rolled his head. "Here we go again.."

Canada looked at his eyes. His yellow eyes almost burned holes behind America's head. "Don't you remember Father's prophecy?"

America sighed and sipped his glass. "I give no shits about his majasstea's prophecies."

Canada seemed offended but he knew better than to defend Britain to America's face. "He saw through me."

"Mmhm." America sighed again to let Canada know he was tired of this conversation, but a comfortable Canada was a stubborn Canada.

"He's dangerous. Dangerous I am telling you."

"He is." America shrugged. "He wouldn't be coming here if he wasn't."

Canada showed him. "Whatever pack you have with him is not worth it."

"Not worth it." America nodded.

Canada stopped, he had looked offended. "Are you even listening to me-?"

"Yes, I am?" America turned his head to him. Above them one of the lights buzzed, threatening to dim before it got bright again. Canada kept staring at him, America could see the wires in his head spinning to find a calculated, cautious path he could take the conversation to. He was just like Britain in that regard, America knew he had already created a few paths of dialogue in his mind. Now he was merely thinking about how to push America into triggering them.

"Do you not trust me?"

America sighed. "Why would I not trust you Canada?"

Canada crossed his arms. "You are acting like I am crazy."

America sighed. "I trust you Canada. But-" he rolled his hand, in search of words to be kinder.

Canada raised his brow.