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

Act II, Chapter Thirty-Two

"I'm going to be honest, this is not how I thought I would die again."

"Again? What do you mean again?"

"I've been dead inside for years."

America chuckled under his breath, "Haven't we all."

Every car had re-grouped at the last gas station for a pit stop and God was Nazi mad. Australia had taken the opportunity to fill up each car and Germany and Poland were happily reunited and chatting, Poland complaining about how he wished Germany was in the car with him and sympathising with how anxious he must have felt, which made Germany blush as usual. However, the rest of the large group of two mashed up families were awkwardly standing around as he yelled at Russia for a good ten minutes and without the help of USSR would still be going off at them. 

"Honestly, Soviet, I am up to here with that boy!"

USSR barely held back a snort, "Barely off the ground?"

"I'm not a boy, I'm an adult," Russia muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

Nazi ignored his husband's short joke towards him (he had gotten used to it after being married to someone so tall for so many years) and glared at his step-son.

"An adult would have the common sense to not say such crude things in front of a child - you are barely more than a five-year-old," Nazi growled, his voice threateningly deep.

Russia gulped and looked away from the man shorter than himself, his chin pointing to the floor and his arms falling to his sides.

"Don't go sulking to me, young man!" Third Reich scoffed, crossing his red arms and tapping his foot at an ungodly speed to alleviate some of his frustration. "That is unacceptable behaviour!"

"In all due respect sir, you've said that repeatedly to him. I think he's got it through his thick skull by now," America spoke up to defend Russia, earning the slightest of smiles from his tall friend.

Morningstar raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head as she sighed, "Oh you're fucked now. Never get between a mother and her disciplining her children."

You're not helping.

"I'm not here to help, I'm here to haunt," Morning snorted, poking her tongue out at America, who used all his strength not to poke his tongue out in retaliation. Instead, he just rolled his eyes in his head and frowned ever so slightly, silently cursing whoever the fuck gave him a person he couldn't outwardly talk to.

Last time I called you a ghost you shouted "can a ghost do this" at the top of your lungs and proceeded to trick my brain into thinking it was high.

Morning chuckled, resting her arm on his shoulder with a happy sigh, "Good times."

"Thick skull is right," Nazi groaned inwardly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "But fine, I'll drop it. Although, Russia, you're banned from drinking vodka for a week."

Morningstar's eyebrows raised, "I stand corrected. How the fuck did you do that?"

America fought the urge to look smug.

Practice, young Padawan. Practice.

"Fight me."

Russia's jaw dropped and he whipped his head towards his father, who was looking equally shocked.

"Can he do that?!!?"

USSR just shrugged, smiling nervously, "He can do anything, he's ruthless."