Enemies?

Fase of Negotiation

A few days passed since Argentina and Cuba spoke, but even so, the Cuban felt relieved to finally tell someone about his feelings. Did it feel weird? Well yes, but only because he had spent many years confining his emotions to the other countries, he did not want them to see him as a useless island, he was stronger, people just underestimated him. Even so, the Cuban could not deny that when he saw the United States, a spark of happiness lit up his face. Though he didn't dare admit it out loud, he knew they were connected somehow. The USA had not invited him somewhere for a long time but the Cuban knew it before, being one of the strongest powers in economy and power is not easy to work with, but, that's what he would like to think, when someone you spent a lot of time hanging out with, laughing and chatting disappears suddenly without warning does not give the best emotions.

Cuba's legs were already aching from walking around so much, but he didn't care, he was deep in his thoughts. He wanted to believe that the USA was only busy with his business but at the same time there were other thoughts. "What if he got bored with me?" "And if you think it's not worth fixing our diplomatic relations?" "What if he was just using me because he was bored?"Finally, after going around the house and not being able to find an answer, Cuba sat down on the floor. Wondering if he was the only one getting his hopes up or if the USA had really left him out. He sighed as he pulled out his cell phone and proceeded to do something he thought he'd never do in his life.

He put "Guantánamo's superior'nt" in the contact search engine (yes, he added him like that.) and was about to dial it, but before he could start the call, something inside him He told him to think better of it. It was crazy to be doing this over the phone, if he really didn't want to talk to him, it would be much easier to ignore his call than to call him. "Whoever is afraid of dying should not be born," he said to himself and pushed the 'call' button.

USA responded on the third whistle. "Yeah?" he answered while Cuba entered into a mixture of longing to hear the American accent and nervousness about what to say next.

"Hey... USA! I'm Cuba, in case you didn't know but you probably do because you have my number added-" he finally said. << Shit. >> he said to himself.

The other country gave a small laugh on the other end of the phone. "Yes, I knew it was you, do you need anything?"

"Nothing in particular...just that I haven't heard from you for a long time and I thought something had happened to you or that you were busy."

"Ah! Was it just that? I've had a very stressful few weeks, I have to say. Meetings with NATO members, talking to people from different states, the usual stuff. Right now I'm looking at some old papers that haven't been resolved for a while."

"Old paperwork? I didn't know you were interested in that stuff."

"There are things that do and there are things that don't, but look, this is sure to interest you. Hint: It contains the word 'embargo'."

The Cuban's expression changed instantly.

"What's happening?" The American asked when noticing Cuba's silence. "Do you remember anything?"

The Cuban nodded slowly, not realizing that the US could not see him. "Yes, I remember. It was a very difficult time." The economic embargo against Cuba remained firm after almost seven decades. The situation was increasingly untenable for the island and its inhabitants. Many thought that over time it would lift it but it was not. The situation was desperate for everyone, especially for the young people who saw how their dreams were fading. Many smuggled to Miami on boats or traveling planes, risking their lives in the attempt.

"I've been...thinking about the past and this mostly. Do you think you'd be open to negotiating?" The United States asked, while he was reading the old document again.

"Do I have to answer that question?"

"Then I don't say anything. I have a very tight schedule so...next month?"

"It seems...it seems perfect to me." Cuba still couldn't believe it. Were they really going to negotiate something that was taken for granted and without resolution or was he just dreaming? Cuba pinched herself on the cheek. The sound of USA asking if he was alright affirmed that it was not a dream. Cuba still did not believe it, but could no longer deny it. It seems that in the end this was going to end very well.(I'm not dead, don't worry, but anyway, a mini chapter so as not to leave the story dead- although the last chapter is most likely the last stage, the stage of acceptance)