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

Part 2, Act I, Chapter Five

"Fuck, it's hot."

"Like you."

America looked at Russia and snickered, elbowing him gently in his side, "You hang out with me way to much."

"Well, sucks to be you because you're stuck with me~" Russia smirked, kissing his head and swinging their intertwined hands back and forth.

America poked his tongue out at him and scrunched his face up, letting a smile poke through.

The two were clambering up a cliff face, America pointing out random insects that he wanted to name dumb things like Jermeriquie, Donnashello or even Bob. When he named that random butterfly Bob Russia got so pissed the two argued over it for like ten minutes straight. It was intense.

"Where are we goooooooiiiiiiiiiing?" America groaned about an hour into the hike. "I'm hungry. And tired. And bored, let's play a game!"

"Like what? I didn't bring any board games, and even if I did, I feel like they would be hard to play while hiking."

"No, dumb dumb! Like eye spy or something."

Russia rolled his eyes, "You're such a child."

"And you're such a poopy head! Now, I spy with my little eye -"

"Still can't get over the fact that they're white."

"- Something that iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis...green!"

"...Is it a tree?"

"Damn, you're good!"

Russia laughed, "Not really, it's just that's around."

"Not true Mr Wet Blanket!"

Russia looked at him in confusion, "I am...unfamiliar with this term?"

"It means cool person."

Russia nodded, "I will refer to others with that in the future."

"PLEASE do," America snickered, "Okay, I spy with my little eye, something that is...grey!"

"Is it a rock?"

"Nope!"

"...a stone?"

"..." America looked away. "...no."

Russia smiled and kissed the hand he was holding, "You're silly."

America giggled and booped his nose, "No you!"

"Okay, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with-"

"Wait, beginning with?"

"Yes. You know. Like the first letter of the words?"

America frowned, "What? That's not how you play, weirdo."

"You're the weirdo, weirdo."

"Meh meh mehmeh, mehmeh!"

"Don't mock me!"

"I can mock all I like Mr Wet Blanket!"

"Ha! You just called me a cool person!"

"Sure I did, loser!"

You get the picture.

The two bickered in their annoying yet somehow cute way as they climbed up the rest of the mountain. Soon enough they finally reached the plateau close to the top of the mountain, which was a clearing partially surrounded by great big pine trees.

As the two strolled into the dandelion-laden grassy oasis, Russia slipped off his backpack full of sandwiches and other treats. America wandered towards the edge of the plateau which fell to a cliff face as Russia took out a red and white checkered picnic blanket that took forever to find. He wanted to find a pretty-looking cliché red and white one - and it was surprisingly hard to find.