Enemies?

Do you really want to keep on like this?

Some weeks passed since that day. China repaired the machines and Cuba started again with his sugar production, everything was coming very nice, just as the caribbean country expected. At the speed he was going he wouldn't need to be concerned about the food. He still had contact with USA tho. He invited him to shows or sometimes even took him to very posh restaurants. Cuba didn't mind as America always was the one paying but he still faked he enjoyed USA's company only for his own benefit.

Cuba's plan in first place was trying to convince the American country to take of the embargo he put him all those years ago. He knew that if they kept hating one another for all their lives, nothing will happen but, what if USA thought he was actually making Cuba belive that their diferences would be forgotten, then maybe Cuba could win something from that. Well, that shoulden't be a problem right now, he should focus on the book he was trying to read for the past couple of day, he just couldn't concentrate. A part of him knew that the thing that he was doing was wrong and could cause a major problem if America founded out.

Suddlenly someone knock at his door and Cuba went to open the door. To his suprise (or not), it was USA. The country just felt anger in the inside but tried to have a calm emotion on the outside. "Hello, USA." Was the only thing he could say at the moment.

"Hey, Cuba," America called out, leaning against the doorframe of Cuba's house. "Can I come in?"

Cuba looked at him and nodded. "Sure, but close the door when you get in." He said as he sat again on his sofa and continued reading. He wasn't going to push him out of his house as the other country was much more tall and stronger that him. USA was Nº1 strongest country and one of the richest. He was just a little island in the caribbean ocean who was fighting for being in the 70 strongest countries. His economy...well...was just not as good as USA's. America walked inside, and closed the door before he took a seat on the couch opposite Cuba.

 "So what are you reading?" he asked, gesturing to the book in Cuba's hand as he took off his glasses. He was inside a house so, he didn't need them.

"It's called One Hundred Years of Solitude," Cuba replied. "It's pretty good."

"I've heard it's amazing," America said. "Do you recommend it?"

Cuba nodded. "Of course." he replide, turning back to the book. America watched him for a moment before he walked around the house.

It wasn't a very big house but it was humble. It had all the basic things a house could have, except you could se lot's of diplomas in the walls and in the table next to Cuba, there was a box of cigars. The caribbean country was smoking one of them.

It had been a few weeks since he and Cuba had become 'friends' (that's what USA thought) . He was still surprised that the Cuban was so interested in repair their relationships, but he wasn't going to turn down his friendship.

America  stood up and wandered around the house, thinking about what he could do to make his stay more enjoyable. Maybe there was something Cuba wanted but never asked for? Would it be the time to... America shook his head, it wasn't the time, he was just starting to mend the past with Cuba, he wouldn't want to spoil it.

He came up with nothing and decided it would be best just to ask him directly. America walked back into the room where Cuba sat reading. The Caribean country looked up at him as he approached and sat down."Is there anything you want or need?" he asked. USA chickened out.

 "No..." he said after a moment of thought.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure."

America eyed Cuba for a moment before sighing and sitting down next to him. "I just feel so useless," America said after a few minutes of silence.

"What do you mean?" Cuba asked, looking at the other country in confusion and closing his book over his lap.

"I mean that I can't do anything to help you," America said sadly. "All I can do is sit here and watch."

Cuba looked at America for a moment before setting his book down and standing up. He walked over to the other country and hugged him tightly. "You are helping me more than you know," Cuba whispered softly into his ear.

America hugged Cuba back, tears streaming down his face. He had been trying so hard to help but it felt like he was doing nothing. Now, with Cuba's words, he felt a little better. Maybe he wasn't doing everything wrong after all.

"Woah, 'compay', are you okay?" Cuba asked after that sudden hug.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just got really emotional all of a sudden," America explained.

Cuba chuckled and ruffld America's hair. "It's okay, man. I know how you feel."

They both sat in silence for a few moments, before America spoke up again. "Hey, Cuba?"

"Hm?"

America grinned. "Thanks for being my friend."

Cuba felt a bit bad after hearing that, America still didin't knew that all that Cuba was doing was using him in his favour. "Not now Cuba, think all that he has done to you. He is just... acting as he was the victim." He said to himself. It was not the right time to sympathise with one of his worst enemies.

"It's no problem, really." Cuba said, fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt and looking another way. "I'm just happy to be able to help out."

America grinned and bumped his shoulder into Cuba's in a friendly way. "Thanks, amigo."

The cuban looked at him. "Did you just say "amigo"?

America's grin widened. "Yeah, I did. I'm trying to improve my spanish. You know, since nearly all the American continent talk in that language.."

The cuban chuckled and shook his head. "You americans are something else."

USA shrugged "What can I say? I'm a nation of immigrants."

Cuba grinned before getting back to reading his book. From time to time in that afternoon, they had a chat about basic things until it was night time. It was nice being friends with Cuba, or that's what USA thought, even if their conversations were a bit akward. He felt like he could finally do something to help the other country and that made him feel angry and anxious in the 60's.

America sighed and looked at the window, noticing that it was getting dark. He should probably start heading home soon. He didn't want to bother Cuba's lecture so he stood up and went out of the house. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard someone calling him.

"Hey, America!" It was Cuba who called out, he waked the other country turn around. "Thanks for coming over. It was really nice to talk to you."

America smiled and nodded his head before turning around and walking away.Cuba closed his book. What was this feeling he had? Did he really want to keep using USA at his advantage? Or was it time to make things work for the first time in years?