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

Act III, Chapter Forty-Three

"Strawberries, per favore." (Italian: Please)

"Yup."

"Raspberries, per favore." (Italian: Please)

Italy looked down at the red plant in her hand and raised an eye at her American friend.

"...Americano, this is a rose." (Italian: American)

"Oh, shirt, sorry," America laughed sheepishly, carefully taking the rose back and setting it on the counter by his bag. He grabbed the washed raspberries and handed them over to Italy without another world.

Italy turned back to the pavlova the two ha made, carefully arranging each raspberry into an aesthetically pleasing position. She was making Australia's favourite kind of cake (well second favourite kind if you're counting Coles mud cakes) as a thank you for helping her deal with Ireland's drunk antics a couple nights before. She was the designated driver between him, Scotlland and Wales so she felt guilty for Australia having to help her wrangle the energetic drunk.

"...want to talk about it?"

America shrugged, popping a couple blueberries into his mouth.

"That's not an answer."

"You're not an answer," America said with his mouth full.

Italy rolled her eyes with a small smil and snatched the blueberry box from America's hands, making him groan.

"Why you always gotta ruin my fun?"

"Because your "fun" consists of stupid things," Italy retorted, chopping up the rremaining sstrawberries on her cutting board into tiny slivers. "Like that time you started a Tik Tok account."

"That was ironic."

"Sure it was," Italy snorted. "Just like how your goth phase was ironic."

"Italyyyyyyyy," America groaned, his cheeks starting to burn. "Don't bring that up!!!"

"You're dodging the subject," Italy reminded, gesturing to the rose on the countertop beside her American friend.

"It's...complicated."

"I don't mind," Italy hummed as she poured some honey over the fruit on the pavlova. "You know I love a good story."

"Well. Um. See. I kinda," America spluttered, slowly trying to sink into his NASA hoodie.

"Take your time," Italy chuckled.

"Ok, well," America took a deep breath. "I'm currently technically in a relationship but I don't really like the guy like that but what do I do?? I don't wanna hurt his feelings!! And then today I was thinking about the guy I do like and I passed by a flourist and I saw the Valentine's day stuff and I was like we'll fuck now I have to but him some roses. But I didn't just buy him roses, I also made him a card and hand-stiched him a teddy bear and bought him a new pair of ice skates 'cause I know he loves to ice skate and I noticed his old ones were starting to fall apart and then I imagined going ice skating with him again and him getting a cold from the rediculous clothes he wears in the snow. Then I could make him soup and cuddle up with him while watching TV and we could nerd out over space and teasing his sick voice but I bet it would be all husky and sexy and then maybe I could run him a bath--"

America got progressively more and more blushy throughouthis little monologue and shut up once he realised what the he'll he was saying.

"...and I haven't gotten my boyfriend anything so I don't know if I should give Rus the presents and stuff," America mumbled, twisting and knotting and tangling and unknotting a rainbow bracelet one of his states made him in his fingers.