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

Part 2, Act II, Chapter Three

America shook his head, "I'm not going to read it at all.

Russia frowned and furred his eyebrows, "What? Why not?"

"These are his last words," America mumbled, looking down at the tear-stained envelope in his hands. "There's still a piece of him left in this letter. There's still words he hasn't said to me yet. Or- well- signed. And once I open this..."

America gripped the paper, scrunching the edges slightly.

"...that will all be gone. That's it. It will make it all more...real."

Russia nodded in understanding, "It will become more real that he's completely gone now."

"Exactly," America teared up again and felt his throat ache. "And it hurts to know that I'll never see him smile or hear about his sassy remarks from Greenland or have a study sesh with him that just devolves into fangirling over random Netflix shows."

Russia sighed and rested a hand on America's shoulder, which the other immediately leaned into for comfort.

"I know, Meri. But he wouldn't have gotten Mexico to give it to you if he thought you weren't ready for it."

"Well then he's dumb," America said before wincing. "Oh god I shouldn't have said that about a dead person."

America's eyes widened and he held his head in hands, "Oh my god he's dead!!"

"America, America, you're spiralling," Russia grabbed his shoulders and then cupped both his cheeks. "Caaaaaaalm. Calm."

America breathed in slow and let out the breath again.

"Ok. Ok. I'm good. Thank you."

Russia glanced at the envelope, "Can I at least read it?"

America chuckled dryly and handed it to him, "Yea."

Russia smiled and kissed his head, making America blush and poke his tongue out at him. With one swift movement, Russia sliced open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

As Russia's eyes darted over the words, his face grew progressively more red. America watched on with growing interest, glacing him up and down.

Russia soon closed the letter and plopped it in America's lap.

"Fuck you, now I gotta read it," America growled and opened the letter.

"To America,

"Chances are, if you're reading this someone probably forced you into reading it because I know you'd be too depressed to read it if I died. Well, when I died. Die? Died? What the heck is the tense for that sentence??"

"I love you so much America because you are literally the sweetest person in the world sometimes. I knoe you have your faults and that often gets you down, but I guarentee you that you are still alive today because there are people who deserve to see such a ray of sunshine as you.

"But, in any case, I know you're the only one who will listen to me when I say this but my dying wish is that you and Russia GET TOGETHER ALREADY. ITS ACTUALLY ANNOYING AS H E C K.

"You guys have such good chemistry and he literally kisses you on the head?? As a friendly guesture??? And he actually legit saved you from Vietnam and yourself so my god. Just. Hook up. Please."

America glanced over at Russia who was looking at the ground with a red face. America blushed himself.

"We're begging you.

"Love,

"Your coolest friend (finger guns),

"Antarctica."

America and Russia sat in an awkward, flustered silence. Not only had they lost their good friend today, but their friend also basically told them "stop being dumbasses and fuck already" which was super unsettling.

Neither could deny Antarctica had a point. Russia had always been protective and supportive of America, and so had America been to Russia. The two would constantly flirt and be touchy despite the fact that Russia hated people touching him. America always felt honoured to be able to hug Russia whenever he wanted and not be elbowed in the gut.

America gave Rusaia a side glance before clearing his throat and breaking the silence.

"So uh... wanna date?"

"...Sure??"

America laughed at how awkward they both were and sighed.

"Ani's right. I've liked you for a really long time."

Russia blushed, "I have too."

America smiled sweetly and cupped Russia's cheek, "I know. You've always been so supportive and encouraging and I can't thank you enough for that."

Russia held the hand on his face, "I would do anything for you. You're so incredibly important to me."

America blushed and leaned in for a kiss before Russia stopped him by gently placing a finger on his lips, making America's eyes flutter open.

"Sunglasses?"

America rolled his eyes with a smirk and took off his glasses, looking at the ground.

"You're such a dork."

Russia chuckled and opened his mouth to retort before America looked up at him.

And he was left speechless.

"A-america?"

America raised an eyebrow.

"Yea?"

"Your eyes..."

"What about 'em?"

"They're white."