The Hero and the Survivor

A Choice

Israel- 1949- Jerusalem
"You know your making a huge mistake da?" Russia hissed in his native tongue at the small nation. The purple mist surrounding him as he stared down at the small nation. Twelve year old Israel gulped, but stood her ground. She had made a choice between the two super powers and she was sticking to it. And Russia was not happy about it at all.
"After everything I've done for you," he hissed,"this is how I am repaid."
"Yes you have done so much for me now," Israel said with a little sarcasm,"did you really think I forgot why my people fled from you during the late 1800's and earlier this century!?You really thought I would forget the Pogroms!?" Russia blinked a moment; he hadn't expected her outburst. Then he laughed; a deep, bitter laugher that echoed through Israel's house.
"Da," he said finally,"I did do that. But if I hadn't your people would not have began to return home."
"But..!"
"And you wouldn't be so close to the stupid capitalist da?"
"Shut up!"
"And you really think that friendship of yours is going to last don't you?" Israel blinked; she didn't really know what to say to that. Russia smiled a childish smile with a dark intent behind it.
"Everyone, worldwide, has done something horrible to your people. And in America's case, compared to others, he looks like a good choice da?" He stopped for a moment and Israel prayed he was done. Russia was far from it.
"Tick tock little Jew," he continued childishly,"who knows how long this will last? America is an ever changing person and sooner or later he will grow tired of you." 

Present Time
Israel shifted her now stiff body as she woke up. Quietly she realized she wasn't sleeping on bed. The small country blushed as found herself laying on top of the Super Power that captivated her so much. She should have gotten up and woke him, but Israel didn't want to.
Her dark blue eyes scanned over the man. Well most counties often said behind his back that he wasn't a man; for some odd reason some of the older countries considered him a boy still. Israel could see why, but he wasn't. For the most part he really was an oblivious and optimistic mixed in with arrogance and laughter. Other times though, when things got serious, another part of him appeared. An amazingly strong warrior, who feared nothing, and was smart and cunning as all the rest. Very few ever saw that side of him even in battle and she was honored to be one.
Israel lightly touched face with the edge of the fingers of her right hand, but quickly pulled away. He moved slightly in his sleep and muttered something about it being cold. As Israel got up, she looked to see a blanket behind her; it must have fallen off when she woke up. The young women snatched it up and laid it on top of him. She watched as he smiled contently in his sleep.
Israel kissed his forehead and grabbed her things. As much as she wanted to say, Eve didn't feel like seeing the arrogant Brit again and she knew he would be back soon for what he seemed to think was his. The small nation quietly tip toed to the door and left.
America opened his eyes the moment she was gone; he had been awake since he got cold. The American while he enjoyed her company knew he needed to think. He hated not having her around and for making her upset. It wasn't very heroic.
America shook his head; he would worry about his stupidity once he got back home. It would hopefully be easier to think. He rose and grabbed his own things, making sure not to wake Poland who was around here somewhere.
Alfred slid his hand through his blond hair as began to go home with a question of the heart echoing in his head.

The Next World Meeting- Moscow

It had been about as month and America had finally come up with an answer to his problem. He had been a bit hard to find over the past mouth; after he got home he told his boss he was going on vacation till the next world meeting. Many of the other countries were probably worried, but he had needed to think. Thank God he had found his answer just in time for this world meeting.
He pulled his coat around him tighter; he hated the cold. Why couldn't the meeting happen in Brazil or somewhere, anywhere else!? Russia could see him from the window; he was a bit curious to see how this was going to end. His purple eyes turned and looked at the meeting where his eyes landed on England and Israel. The blond looked rather arrogant like he already won, but Russia knew under all that he was extremely nervous now about what the American would say. Israel looked cool, calm, and collected; her emotions forced deep down where she beloved they were unseeable. Russia knew though she was terrified of the heartbreak that might be coming. He believed though that the heartbreak was coming from the America sooner or later; it was in his option inevitable.
America stopped in front of the door to the meeting room; his stomach tightened slightly. What if he had made the wrong choice? He shook his head and entered. It was as if the whole world was looking at him and in a way that was true.
"Your late!" Germany yelled angrily and America just smiled at him.
"Sorry I forgot exactly what time I was supposed to be here!" America yelled happily and sat down. The meeting went on with it's usual amount of craziness until England came up to him. Israel and everyone else interested watched.
"So why don't you tell everyone," England said smugly. America looked up at him with his oblivious smile, but quickly saw it wasn't going to get him out of this. He took a deep breath and looked genuinely serious.
"I'm not interested in a relationship with anyone."