The Hero and the Survivor

Which are You?

Israel yawned as stretched her arms; she was exhausted. Opening her navy blue eyes, she was about to get out of bed when she noticed something: an arm was around her bare waist. Oh shit ran through her mind as she tried to remember what she had done the night before. What silly mortal have I slept with? She mentality asked herself. Slowly she turned and low and behold, there was America.
Israel felt her face heat up. The blonde was asleep on his right side with his right arm under his pillow. His left was still rapped around her waist and his hair was a complete mess. Texas was on the night stand next to him and the rest of his cloths as well as her her's lay scattered all over her bedroom floor.
He grumbled something in his sleep as he pulled her close. She remained frozen as she found herself snuggled up to America's bare chest. Israel took a deep breath and tried to think. And slowly, but surely it came back to her.

The Day Before
"A secret between a hero and a survivor?" Israel couldn't breathe. She closed her eyes and half expected the now slightly blushing America to vanish, but he was still there when she opened them.
"Your not going to pass out on me right?" She gave him a light glare. Then a thought passed through her mind; one way she could know for sure he was being genuine.
"Alright if your serious then you'll be honest with me about something right?" Israel asked a serious but curious look flashed in her navy blue eyes. America suppressed a gulp.
"It depends..." She cut him off quickly.
"No if ands or buts about it," she hissed,"just tell me the truth on one thing. That's all I want."
"Just one thing?"
"Yes. If you'll tell me the truth about it then, I'll know your being serious about this. About us."
"Ok." America whispered lightly. He was nervous and curious all at once as he waited.
"Which is the real you? The optimistic, oblivious hero or the cunning, serious warrior?" Israel asked and America went as pale as a ghost. His eyes seemed distant for a moment before looking at her right in the eyes once again. His eyes had completely changed to that of someone far more cold. She look a step back.
"Do you really want to know?" He whispered seeing her back away. Israel hardened her exterior and gave him a brave smile.
"Ready when you are hero boy." Israel answered and the America was right I front of her in a flash. He pushed some of her thick black curls to the side and leaned down to her ear.
"I switch back and forth," America whispered,"but all the same I've been playing the optimistic hero for as long as I can remember so I just became him. As odd as it sounds, I'm just one person. You could say my serious side secret identity and my oblivious optimistic personality is the super hero in the mask. Both equally real different people, but at same time we are one and the same."
It was quiet for a moment until Israel reached up and touched his face. In a curious way almost, she looked him directly in his shy blue eyes.
"So for the most part you really are just oblivious and optimistic?" Israel asked as she continued to look at him; something about this seemed extremely familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He chuckled lightly and put his gloved hand over her's.
"Yep, Honey," America answered like his usual self,"I'm just rather reactionary. It depends on the situation; if it's that serious then I'm a cunning warrior as you so amazingly described me as. For the most part though, most things don't seem that threatening to me so it's more fun to be a hero then a warrior."
"So in other words, there is more to you then meets the eye hero boy," Israel said with a small laugh. Then he did something she didn't expect, America kissed her. It was more of a quick peck on the lips then a full on kiss, but it still left her surprised.
"And you being one of the few who cares enough to know and is brave enough to ask that is what makes you so special honey," America said as he lightly kissed her forehead. Then a mischievous look flashed through his eyes, it was gone in an instant but it was there and Israel saw it.
"Now what are you planning?" She asked curiously with a slight giggle. America grinned and pulled her over his shoulder.
"And what the hell are you doing!?"
"You'll see." He answered triumphantly as walked along. As America walked fast, Israel quickly figured out where they were headed.
"Dinner first," Israel demanded simply. Seeing that she was no longer joking around with him, America stopped a few steps before her bedroom.
"But Honey." America groaned like an impatient child. Israel chuckled, but held her ground.
"No Alfie," Israel answered,"dinner first. And besides have you even thought out how we are going to keep this a secret especially from England and Russia?" America set down his girlfriend and gave her a serious look.
"Well we just go along like I don't like either you or England and meet in secret," America said simply,"at least that was my game plan." It dawned on her; exactly who he reminded of her of with his trait of being able to almost magically switch back and forth between seriousness and obliviousness.
Rome. He reminded her of Rome. The empire who made her and her father's lives a living hell was exactly like the man she loved so much. Rome had acted the same; most of the time he was a happy go lucky flirtatious man and then when the situation called for it he turned into the conqueror who captured the entire Mediterranean.