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

Act IV, Chapter Forty-Eight

"It's all fun and games until the dumb white boy obliterates you from existence."

"You're not dumb."

"I love how you focus on that instead of the fact that I just beat your ass."

Russia rolled his eyes with a smile, "Alright then, rematch!"

America grinned, stretching his arms up and arching his back, "You wanna get your ass destroyed again that bad, huh?"

"The only one who's gonna get their ass destroyed is you."

America wiggled his eyebrows and leaned into Russia, making the other bite back a laugh from the flirt he knew was coming.

"Wow, Russia, how forward of you," America purred, tracing a finger down his chest. "Not that I mind~"

"Yeah, yeah," Russia snickered, pushing away America's smug face and picking up his glass of water to take a sip. "Just start the match, you weirdo."

America hummed, starting another match of Mario Cart, the two keeping their characters and vehicles the same because they're basic and never change. Russia had Toad and America had Waluigi because he's...well, because he's America.

"America, I'm just going to say it," Morning interjected, patting America's shoulder. "You need to stop being a horny asshole."

YoU nEeD tO sToP bEiNg a HoRnY aSsHoLe.

Morning snickered, floating up and sitting on the fan. "Nice burn."

Russia had come over to help America with his maths homework, and America was going to help him understand what the fuck physics is like what the fuck. He had only just started uni and he was already confused as fuck.

"Where we droppin' boys?" Asked America jokingly as he scrolled through the racetracks.

"Rainbow Road."

Morning coughed, choking on air, "Excuse me??"

America raised an eyebrow with a smug grin, "I'm sorry, you want to not lose, right?"

"Yes."

"And you know Rainbow Road is the hardest level, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, your funeral," America snickered, choosing Rainbow Road. "Actually – y'know what, why don't we make a deal?"

Russia raised an eyebrow.

"Since I'm so confident I'm going to win," America grinned smugly. "How about we do a thing. If I win, we get to do whatever I want, if you win (by some miracle) we can do what you want."

"And what do you want?"

America grinned, "Well I really wanna go get some ice cream!"

Russia smiled, "You know we could just go do that – we don't have to fight to the death."

"But that's what makes it fun!" America whined, deciding to start the match.

Russia chuckled and shifted, putting his elbows on his knees, Wii controller in his hands. The race started and the countdown began, the two countries staring intently at the screen, ready to begin the fight.

Now, Russia isn't stupid. Not even close. He may not have been very good at the other races, but that's just because he hadn't had enough practice with them. However, when he was a kid, Russia and his siblings only liked that level because it was bright and colourful and fun.

And also stars.

Young Russia couldn't resist stars.

Who the hell are we kidding, adult Russia couldn't resist stars.