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

Act I, Chapter Eight

"Answer the damn question, Australia," he hissed through gritted teeth.

He could imagine Australia recoiling as he heard her gasp slightly. He hadn't called her by her full name in years, it was only ever childish nicknames and playful taunts.

He hoped she knew he meant business.

Australia hesitated, "...well, he didn't ask for you personally, but mum did! And I'm sure he'd want you there, I mean-"

"No, Aus," America heard Australia let out a sigh of relief to be back on a nickname basis. "He doesn't. Do you wanna know all the shit he said to me? What he put me through? That party isn't my personal Hell, Huntsman. Britian is."

"...you don't even call him Dad anymore?" Australia whispered. It sounded more like a statement than anything.

"He practically disowned me, Lia," America griped, flicking away ash from the end of his cigarette. "He would've brought in paperwork and everything if it hadn't been for mum being the saint she is."

Australia sighed, exasperated. America could hear shuffling and assumed his little sister was getting comfortable where ever she was sitting.

"America, he's much more open now."

The American country laughed bitterly, a laugh that was so devoid of hope and amusement he could even hear his sister's wince.

"Yeah right."

"He is! Can-Can came out to him last month and he was totally fine with it! Even cried because he was so proud of how strong he was."

"Yeah because Canada's fucking perfect!" America snapped, standing up straight and glaring at a building across from him, like that would take away all of his anger.

"He's always been the perfect one! He's the best fucking son they could hope for! Bilingual, artistic, apologetic, kind, considerate, forgiving, bisexual! I bet the only reason Dad was proud was because he knew his only good son wouldn't be a complete lost cause."

America was so lost in his rage he didn't notice the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"And then there's me: the shitty, ADHD, anxious, disabled little freak that never did what he was told. A clumsy, pathetic, obnoxious, loud, rebellious little gay boy that nobody fucking wanted! You don't understand how hard it is to know that your entire family thinks you're a fucking mistake."

"America, stop. I love you so much. You're the best big brother I could ask for! You're hardworking, smart, creative, funny, outgoing, likable, and my goddamn role model. I get that you're angry, I do. But you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself because you're better than that!"

Kevin called America inside but he was too shocked to even recognise the voice. Australia and him had never had a real arguement before, it was really all just teasing.

More tears sprang from his eyes as his anxieties whispered doubts to him again.

What if you never come back from this fight?

What if she doesn't love you?

She's probably just putting up with you because she has to.

She doesn't love you.

No one loves you.

"Now you are going to leave your little wombat hole, put on something acceptable and move on with Dad like the grown-ass country that you are."

America stood still, in the cold wind with the dwindling embers of his cigarette still secured between his fingers. He choked out a half-laugh and leant against the wall. He couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion he was feeling. He wasn't quite relieved, but he did feel better.

Australia always seemed to have that effect on him.

"You're one bossy little shit, y'know that?" He quipped between strangled sobs, not being able to wipe his tears away fast enough with the rate they were arriving.

Australia laughed as well, although from the lump in her voice it sounded like she was crying too.

"I learned from the best."

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Don't get mad at the slang Australia uses, I'm Australian and I can confirm I've heard all that shit multiple times.

Aussies are weird.

Also, apparently everyone wants Antarctica to die?

You heartless monsters >:(