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

Act I, Chapter Five

America could've sworn his apartment door was never this hard to unlock before.

"Meriiiiiikaaaaaaaaa..."

Oh that's right.

The drunk Russian next to him was fiddly and wobbly, and hard to get a good grip on. Though, America was lucky he just stayed by his side. He was too tired to deal with an energetic drunk.

Finally unlocking the mahogany door, America stepped inside with Russia in tow. He dropped his keys in the little bowl by the entrance and closed the door behind the two of them, locking it with the latch.

The apartment wasn't very big, since America was in a bit of a pickle financially. He found he was an impulsive spender, getting whatever he could and forgetting about what he needed. There was a small kitchen that led into the living room/dining room which had a small couch and an even smaller coffee table. His TV was pretty good for a broke collage kid - he had his priorites straight of course.

America led Russia to a door off from the main area and turned on the lights. His bedroom was pretty messy now that he was seeing it through someone else's eyes - papers strewn about, pens everywhere, clothes flung off into different corners of the room. Russia just chuckled at the mess and started pulling America towards the bed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses Russ."

"I wanna have some fuuuuuun," Russia whined at him.

Blushing, America pushed Russia onto the bed and took off his shirt.

"I didn't know you were a top, Meri," Russia purred.

America lightly smacked his arm in embarrassment and sighed, moving onto Russia's tight jeans.

"I'm just making sure you're comfortable, because I'm a good host."

"Suuuuuuuuuuuurre, call it whatever you want Meri."

"Since when did you start calling me that?" America asked, rolling Russia's clothes into a ball. It wasn't like he didn't like the nickname, in fact he loved hearing the way Russia said it with the rolled r. It was just strange.

"Since you became so hot."

Russia sat up and leaned into America, probably feeling the heat from his face. He was so tall he didn't even have to tilt his head back that much to meet America's face.

America pushed him back down.

"You're drunk."

Russia groaned, waving his hand dismissively.

"That's just a title."

"Yea, but it's not really one you'd want to have."

America adjusted his sunglasses and pulled down the blankets, hoping the stench of alcohol on Russia wouldn't stink up the bed. He wrapped the blankets around Russia and tucked them up to his chin.

"Can I have a kiss goodnight?"

America hesitated, he was actually considering it. He blushed and nodded, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Russia's forehead before pulling away quickly. He could hear Russia giggling behind him as he left the room, closing the door behind him, Russia's clothes still in his arms.

It's not like he would remember this in the morning.

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America woke up early the next day, ready for a full day of studying. It was final week and he had his Mathematics exam on Tuesday, his Physics exam on Wednesday and his Spanish assignment was due on Friday.