The American Dream: oneshots

Friends to lovers (M)

Warning! This will involve: fluff and yaoi/gay smut.
All Russian and Spanish are Google translated so please let me know if I got something wrong.
(Also this was from a bet I lost so don't expect more of this. And this is my first publish smut so please...tear it apart.)

"I can't do this," Mexico said as his head was laid on the table. It had been three months since he started having feelings for his best friend Russia. How did this happen? "I can't do this."

"You've been saying that for the past ten minutes. Is it that bad?" America asked. Currently Mexico was hanging out in America's home, telling her about his crush.

"Are you kidding?! I still don't know why I fell in love with him! For all I know, he's homophobic and if he finds out about my feelings, he'll want nothing to do with me!"

America just rolled her eyes and took out her phone. Mexico could only hear the tip taps she made but he just assumed that she was talking to one of her friends. What a great friend she is.

"And done."

"Done with what?"

"Setting up a date between you and Russia." Mexico quickly shot up from the chair and looked at America. What did she say?

"¡¿Qué dijiste?!"

"I said I hook you up on a date. Now he doesn't know that it's a date. He just assumes I want him to take you off my back. Which you have an hour to get ready for."

"Why would you do that?!" America slammed her fist down, nearly leaving a dent on the table.

"Because I'm tired of hearing you complain on how you don't want to ruin your friendship with Russia. If you two really are best friends, you wouldn't let this ruin your relationship. Now go home, get ready, and head to your bar to "hang out" with your best friend!"

"But-"

"Get out!"

Mexico nervously swirled his glass of whiskey. After America kicked him out of her home, he quickly got dressed and rushed straight to his bar, La Rosa de Rojo. Russia had yet to arrive and Mexico was sure he was going to bail.

What could he do? How could he be able to-

"Привет comrade." A voice called out. Mexico turned around to see Russia standing there with the biggest smile he has ever seen. Mexico's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't understood why his heart skipped a beat. Russia was wearing the same clothes he normally wears and still had his usual demeanor in his eyes. So why?

"Hola amigo. How are you?"

"Besides having a crazy Американский texting me like crazy to take my best comrade away from her like he is my lover, overall pretty good."

"I mean...you're not wrong..." Mexico muttered under his breath. Russia didn't hear him and just ordered his usual vodka. The next hour was spent as the two male Countries talk and drink. As well as Mexico's affection for Russia growing.

And how drunk Mexico had gotten.

"I did quite enjoy this. We should do this again." Russia waved goodbye and was about to leave. But Mexico hugged him from behind, keeping him in place. "Мексика?"

"Honestly," Russia said as he tucks Mexico in his bed. Mexico had started crying and refused to leave Russia alone. So instead, he just brought him to his house. He was always kind, even if he didn't show it to many people. "If Аляска wasn't with Америка, I would have dropped you off with your brother."