She would not look at him. She would not give him that satisfaction. He was smug enough about it already.
Last night had been a mistake and Belarus had known it the entire time they were having sex in the hotel room. She had not even enjoyed it all that much. America was a lousy lover. She knew he was physically a teenager, so was she, but she had not expected him to have the skill of a teenager. The worst part had been the talking, the incessant, non-stop talking.
A recess was called. She shot up from her chair.
"Hey, want to grab a drink?" America asked.
She considered it for a moment. Belarus curtly nodded. She walked for the door, not bothering to look over her shoulder. She moved faster and hoped that she would leave him behind before he could lord things over her. His legs were longer and he easily kept up to her.
"Do you like Starbucks? There is one on the first floor."
"Starbucks is fine."
The idea came to her with the suddenness of a weed sprouting in a garden. She kept certain drugs with her on all times just in the off chance that her brother would need them if she could ever get him in bed. If they could get her big brother then they would be more than strong enough to get America.
They walked into the small café together. America was standing too close to her and grinning like the idiot he was. He was just going to blurt it out to everyone, wasn't he? He was going to tell everyone about last night and brag about it.
"What do you like? My treat," America said.
"Anything will do."
"Alrighty, you wanna sit down while I get the drinks."
Belarus nodded and headed to a corner table. She searched her pockets for that precious box. Her pride was more important than a chance rendezvous with Russia. When she found it she took out two quick dissolving tablets. It would be just enough to make him uncomfortable for the rest of the meeting and unable to even think about bragging.
America came back and set a cup of coffee in front of the empty chair he would be using and a cup of hot chocolate in front of Belarus. He pulled the chair out and sat down.
"I want a pastry. Please." She gave a smile that did not touch the rest of her expression.
"Oh, sure, you should have said that earlier." America was back up and heading to the counter to get her one.
Belarus pulled the plastic lid off of America's cup, dropped the tablets in then put the lid back on. When America came back she was sipping her hot chocolate, the very image of a proper young lady. America sat the pastry in front of her, which she dutifully sampled.
When America started to down his coffee she took another sip of her drink to hide her own grin.