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

Celebration

America scrolled through his phone in boredom, liking every picture he saw with a dog in it.

Russia sat next to him, arm wrapped around America's shoulders and flicking through the channels on tv, not finding anything interesting to watch.

"Hey, Meri?"

America looked up at Russia, "Yeah, babe?"

"Wanna watch the Good Place?" Russia asked, changing over to Netflix.

America's face lit up, before falling again, "Awww, I wanna but we can't - Japan and South always watch it with us."

Russia winced, "You're right. They'll get pissed."

The two of them sat cuddling on their plush couch in silence before grinning evilly at each other.

Russia, basically reading his partner's mind, pressed on The Good Place and started to play the new episode.

"WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?!!?"

America screamed and Russia yelped, the two jumping away from each other and turning the television off.

Once they realised who exactly had fucking crashed through the wall, they relaxed and returned to cuddling each other; although Russia was glaring at the adolescent.

"Can you stop destroying our wall every time you want to talk to us?"

"Yea! Ever heard of texting, MysterySaviour?" America retorted, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

The 16 year old was far too excited to be kept down by trivial matters like walls and continued bouncing up and down on the spot.

"Do you two have ANY idea what's happened?!"

The two looked at each other and shrugged.

"You're finally leaving us alone?" Russia asked hopefully.

"We don't have to pretend we're not together for your stupid fanfiction?" America chimed with a sheepish smile.

"No and no," The girl deadpanned, ripping a piece of paper out of her colourful side bag with so much momentum the thin material almost shreaded from the very action. She waved it fantically in front of their faces with a huge grin.

"Do you see this shit?!"

"We could if you'd stop flailing it around," Russia mused, taking the paper from her pale hands and straightening it out to read it better.

"Uhhhh, your dumb thing got #3 in Rusame?" America asked, unsure of what he was supposed to be focusing on.

The young fanfiction author held his squishy striped cheeks in her hands and squished them.

"Exactly."

"Ok, back up a bit, Mystery," Russia scowled and raised an eyebrow, pushing her away from America and pulling him closer to him.

The girl held her hands up in defense, turning to the wall she just broke.

"Thank you so much everyone! We couldn't have done this without you all. We really appreciate all of your comments and votes, even if I don't always reply. I never imagined this little story to get so much attention, I mean 23K+ reads?! That's nuts! From everyone on the team, thank you. We love you all."

Russia narrowed his eyes, "'We'?"

"She does know she's the only one actually working this right?" America whispered to his boyfriend.

"Yeah, all she does is boss us around until she decides to leave," Russia snickered back.

The girl smiled and winked, "We've got some good stuff planned for the future of this book that we hope you enjoy!"

She closed her eyes, "But until then..."

She tilted her head to the side slightly and the corners of the world seemed to fuzz over in a red hue. All of the sounds became encompassed in a layer of low static. She opened her eyes to reveal deep, blood red radio dials instead of pupils.

"Stay tuned, folks~"

"Sooooooooooo are you gonna fix the wall?"

"HA! no :)"

Russia cringed, "How the fuck does she even do that smile thing while she's speaking?!"

America sighed, rubbing his temples, "I dunno man. We need to stop associating with the monoskins. Theyre gross."

"I HEARD THAT, ASSHOLES!"

"GET OUT OF OUR FUCKING HOUSE!"