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

Act II, Chapter Forty-One

A familiar snicker woke America.

His eyes fluttered open and squeezed shut again almost immediately after the sunlight streaming through the blinds assaulted him.

The sun is too damn bright.

"You're pathetic."

I try.

Instead of dealing with his immediate problems, America became hyper-aware of everything around him. Including the warm, strong pillows hugging his sides.

Wait, no.

Those are arms.

America felt the comfortingly soft fuzz of a familiar ushanka and he immediately knew.

Is he gonna hate me for this?

"Why would he?" Morning chuckled. "Don't you remember what happened? Y'all are ace now."

Shit, you right. Wait, "ace"?

"It means cool, don't worry 'bout it. Plus, didn't he say something about wanting to be a pillow?"

America smiled and snuggled into the warm body, humming appreciatively when the arms around him squeezed slightly tighter.

Yea~

Russia opened his eyes a bit and peeked down at America to figure out why he moved and groaned loudly at the bright light. He buried his face in America's neck in retaliation, leaving the striped country to chuckle in cruel satisfaction.

"The sun got you too huh?" He teased gruffly, inwardly cringing at how husky his voice was when he woke up.

"Боже, твой голос так горяч по утрам, перестань делать меня таким веселым для тебя," Russia mumbled into his skin, loosening his grip and tightening it again when he realised he'd rather hug America as much as he could than relax some more. (Russian: God your voice is so hot in the morning, stop making me so gay for you.)

America did a double-take as he struggled with comprehending a different language so early in the morning, shivering at the vibrations that tingled his whole body.

"Wha? I didn't quite catch that?"

"HE SAID YOU MAKE HIM GAY!"

The two countries yelped at the loud voice, jumping up in their bed to face the door.

Standing in the door was literally. Everybody.

Like.

Everybody.

Britain, France, Australia, New Zealand, Belarus, Sovi, Kaz, Ukraine, Canada, Nazi, Soviet and Fiji. And all of them were buzzing with excitement, all for different reasons. Well, except for New Zealand and Sovi, who both looked extremely bored.

The perpetrator of the revealing words was none other than Russia's father, Soviet, who had the smuggest fucking face either of them had ever seen.

America squealed, burying his fully red face in his hands while Russia yelled in furious Russian at the countries, throwing all the pillows he had at them, driving them out and slamming the door. He barricaded the door with his body while blushing immensely, huffing at his stupid family.

"BY THE WAY WE CAN ALL SEE THOSE HICKEYS, SODA!"

"THE HELL YOU CAN!!" America shouted back, throwing a Rubix cube at the door and making the locked out countries roar with laughter.

Now that they were left alone again, the two countries stared awkwardly at each other, their faces reddening with each second that passed.

"...Sorry about those, by the way," Russia said sheepishly, finally breaking the silence.