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

Act IV, Chapter Forty-Five

A man ignored the shadows that danced on the walls around him as he walked down the street. It seemed as though someone was watching him; like someone was waiting in the background.

"BOO!"

"FUCK!" Screamed Canada, practically jumping out of his skin from fear, relaxing when he heard the familiar jubilant laugh of his older brother.

"Jesus, America, I thought you were a serial killer!" protested Canada, punching his arm lightly.

"Sorry, Can Man, I couldn't help myself!" America grinned boyishly.

"Well try," his younger brother pouted, fixing his jacket.

"Where ya goin'?" asked America, walking along with him through the dimly-lit street. 

"That bar you were talking about, Gently's, right?"

"Oh, yea!" America grinned, stuffing his hands in his leather jacket pockets. "That place is great. We love it."

"We? Are you communist now?" snorted Canada. "Wow, you sleep with Russia once and go against all your morals."

"What?? No!!" cried America, blushing hard. "Also, we never slept together!"

"Suuuuuuuuure," Canada said, rolling his eyes. "And you two were shirtless in bed because...?"

America puffed out his cheeks, "That's a reasonable thing to do with your friends."

"Yea," smirked Canada. "I do that with all of my friends."

"Oh shut up," snickered America, lightly whacking Canada's arm. He looked up and noticed that he had arrived at his location. 

"Speaking of my friends, Japan's apartment is here and we're gonna binge anime and eat ice cream 'til we throw up."

"TMI, America."

America shrugged and grinned, throwing some finger guns at him, "Call me if you need me! Have a good night!"

Canada waved his older brother goodbye as he watched him cross the road and continued a little way down the street until he stumbled upon the bar.

Canada grabbed the handle of the bar called Gently's. He had never been here before but America had spoken of it highly from Japan's graduation party. 

He wasn't having the greatest day and, although Canada was never one to turn to alcohol to solve his emotional issues, he kinda needed an escape. He didn't even care what drink he got, he just needed a drink.

Gently's was dimly lit aside from the bar. Under the counter of the bar was a long strip of yellow light illuminating people's legs if they were sitting on the stools. 

And from that light, Canada was able to make out a Christmas coloured friend.

"Mexico?"

The small Latino swung around with his head basically lolling due to the unholy amount of alcohol he had consumed. 

"¡¡¡OH, HOLA!!!" (Spanish: HI!!!)

Canada shushed him with a laugh, sitting down next to the giggly, ragdoll Mexican.

"Why are you being so loud?"

"Becaaaaaaaaaaaause, I wan the whooooooooooooooooooole worrrld to know we're bessssstieeeeessss," Mexico giggled uncontrollably, rolling all of his r's as he spoke.

"I see," Canada hummed, asking the bartender for a drink.

"What kind?" the bartender asked, raising a brow.