Hetalia: Capital Chaos

Havana: Cleto

Liz: So, it's been a while. Sorry guys, we've been busy. 

Ray: Liz has been going to school. 

Liz: *sighs* Yep. I've been so busy, especially with work as well. 

Ray: Liz is a grocery bagger. 

Liz: Yep...So, tired. (Plus it was my birthday yesterday and I had to work). Anyway, on with the tale. 

Emma looked out the plane window as it flew through the air. The 8-year old liked seeing the ocean below her as the plane seemed to get lower. Her and Canada were going on a vacation to see Cuba. The whole reason behind this vacation wasn't exactly good; Cuba thought that Canada was America again and he beat him up, again. To apologize for it, Cuba payed for Canada and Emma to come visit him. 

"Are we there yet?" Emma asked her Dad. 

"Almost Emma," Canada told her. 

When the plane came in for a landing, Canada and Emma grabbed their luggage and exited the plane. Both the Canadians surveyed the scene as they searched for Cuba. As they looked about, Emma was the first to see Cuba. He had a sign that had Canada's name on it along with a maple leaf. She also noticed a boy about her age standing next to Cuba. He had dread locks just like Cuba and to Emma he seemed to be a miniature version of him, although she had never seen the boy before. I wonder who he is, she thought. 

"Oh, there's Cuba," Canada said after finally seeing the Cuban man. He took a hold of his luggage in one hand and then took Emma's hand into the other. "Come on Emma." 

"Coming Pa," Emma replied, grabbing her luggage and then walking beside her Dad. 

When they got close enough, Cuba noticed them but- "Hey, what the heck are you doing here America?!" he shouted at Canada. "You've got a lot of nerve showing your face around here!" 

"B-But Cuba, I'm not America," Canada tried to explain. 

Cuba glared at Canada for a few moments and then calmed down when he realized it was indeed Canada and not America. "Sorry Canada, I thought you were America," Cuba apologized.

"I-It's fine, really. It happens all the time," Canada insisted. 

While the two talked, Emma turned her attention to the boy that stood silently by Cuba's side. Up close, Emma could see that his hair had been placed into a ponytail and that his eyes were really similar to Cuba's. He was looking up at Cuba as he talked and the boy's eyes were holding some kind of hidden emotion that Emma couldn't really decipher. While she looked at him, the boy must've noticed because he turned his attention over to Emma, who quickly ducked to hide behind Canada. She peeked her head a little bit from behind and found that he was still looking at her, making her very nervous. 

"Anyway Canada, I'd like you to meet my new son, Cleto," Cuba stated, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. 

"Oh, he's your son?" Canada questioned. "I didn't know you had a son, Cuba. How long has he been living with you?" 

"A few days." 

Canada had a sweat drop form on the back of his head. "A few days?" 

"He was stealing stuff from my house to bring to this old car shop that he worked for. Of course after I found about it I couldn't really let it continue; I closed down the shop and brought the boy in, promising to take care of him." 

Canada smiled. "Cuba, that's really nice of you to do." 

"It is. Now, let's get you two to the cab." 

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The hotel was very nice. After settling in, Cuba and Cleto led Canada and Emma around Havana. Cleto had yet to say a word, making Emma rather curious. When they reached the beach, the group found it quite crowded. During all the confusion, Emma got separated from everyone else. She tried to find her Father, Cuba, or Cleto but couldn't see them anywhere. "Pa? Cuba? Cleto? Anyone?" 

Just then, Emma felt a hand touch her shoulder. She looked to see that it was Cleto. He took her hand and dragged her over to the sidewalk, without saying a word. He made sure he had a tight grip on her as he walked. When they got on to the sidewalk, Cleto let go of Emma and went over to a vendor that seemed to be making a drink of some sorts. He gave the women who were running it some money and then they gave him two drinks. After he got them, he gave one to Emma and then drank some of his. Emma looked down at the drink and took a hesitant sip. 

"Mmm, this tastes good," Emma said. "What is it?" 

"Guava Milkshake," Cleto spoke, speaking for the first time. 

"Oh....." Emma twiddle with her feet, not really sure what to say after that. 

"You're a capital, right?" Cleto asked after another sip of the milkshake. 

Emma turned her head in confusion. Had Cuba not explained to Cleto about being a capital yet? "Yes, I am," Emma answered. 

"What's it like?" 

".....Well, it's a lot to take in. I mean, you represent the heart of a country, at least that's what England's told me. He said that capitals are more easily hurt when something happens in their city. Pa would be in a lot of pain if something happened in Ottawa, but I would be in a lot more pain. We age, sort of, but we also don't. I've been this age for a while now. I kinda don't mind but at the same time I do. Sure I have the other capitals to talk to, but I can't really be friends with normal humans. They'll age and I'll still be the same...then when I finally do grow-up, the humans I have met will...you know. 

"England told me there's still a lot he doesn't know. He's surprised that we were all human at one point. He thought capitals were like nations and that they just appeared when nations were much more developed. It wasn't the case though since a lot of us showed up either before, during, or after WW2."

"I see," Cleto sighed. "How do you know if you're a capital?" 

"...You feel a connection with a nation, a connection that can't be explained," Emma explained. "It's just, there." 

"Huh....." 

After that, the two just sat and sipped down their Guava shakes. When Canada and Cuba finally found them, Canada ran up to Emma and hugged her, saying how worried he had been. As he held her, Emma looked over at Cleto and saw the look of worry Cuba had on his face as he talked to his son. Cleto seemed genuinely surprised that Cuba cared so much about him. He seemed to feel the connection Emma was talking about. He looked over at Emma and smiled a bit.